<?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-6810148</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:40:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God created me for a purpose and I am on earth with a purpose..</title><subtitle type='html'>Life Mission Statement: To be a testimony of Christ and set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity (1 Tim. 4:12). 
Do whatever is true, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, whatever is excellent and praiseworthy to God (Phili 4:8).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4032875028492241427</id><published>2010-05-31T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:06:10.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.. Super short one.</title><content type='html'>It's been such long time since I last posted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams over. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things had happened and my life has definitely been more exciting. I can't wait for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to get back into my QT without much disturbance. I got to come up with some exercise plan soon. Meet up people whom I haven't met for super long time. Learn rollerblading! It was postponed so hopefully I get my off day next week and no recall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4032875028492241427?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4032875028492241427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4032875028492241427' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4032875028492241427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4032875028492241427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates-super-short-one.html' title='Updates.. Super short one.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2392805190500000339</id><published>2010-04-18T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:06:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So touched..</title><content type='html'>I cannot expressed the warmth in my heart when I overheard one of the girls who told her mother the things that I said to her some weeks back. That proved that I made a difference in her life and my words do mean something to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that girl trusted me to tell me something so secretive that no one has known. It was after much probing that she told me the truth as she trusted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Parent Visit was quite a good one. I know God place me here for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever girls ask me why I chose to work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SGH&lt;/span&gt;, I know my answer very well: My passion is to work with them and though they suck my blood. I know I will endure it and to see them back to school as a different and better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2392805190500000339?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2392805190500000339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2392805190500000339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2392805190500000339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2392805190500000339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-touched.html' title='So touched..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-939859362055380187</id><published>2010-04-16T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:09:12.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So pissed!!</title><content type='html'>I was walking out from SGH to the bus stop and 1 empty854 with the extended carriage just went past me. I waited for a good 25 minutes and 1 bus came. It was the normal bus and was super packed! The worse thing was.. The bus didn't stop for me! I was the only one in the bus stop. BIG SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward the story: I took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning with phone calls and noisy. I had a crazily hectic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-939859362055380187?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/939859362055380187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=939859362055380187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/939859362055380187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/939859362055380187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-pissed.html' title='So pissed!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6149531299005244132</id><published>2010-04-16T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:29:08.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QT for today..</title><content type='html'>Revelations 2:10 "Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context of this verse: God wrote a message to the church in Smyrna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is telling people in Smyrna to remain faithful even in their suffering because God is in control and his promises are reliable. Jesus NEVER say that being faithful we will avoid sufferings and persecution. Rather, we must be faithful IN our sufferings. Only then our faith prove to be genuine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6149531299005244132?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6149531299005244132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6149531299005244132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6149531299005244132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6149531299005244132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/04/qt-for-today.html' title='QT for today..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8842664967645859377</id><published>2010-04-14T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:02:22.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson of the day</title><content type='html'>"Some things are made to be left unsaid. Once said, it cuts like a double-edged sword right into the heart." -me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8842664967645859377?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8842664967645859377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8842664967645859377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8842664967645859377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8842664967645859377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/04/lesson-of-day.html' title='Lesson of the day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4408763179804004954</id><published>2010-04-14T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:46:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a good month. Yes I'm surviving well in the Girls' Home. I do have problems at work of course. Decided to let it pass and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to love my job and really been exciting going to work everyday. I always remember hearing this during the Ophir training - expect the unexpected. It's the same at work - expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been real good to me. I am reminded to carry my cross everyday and love like how He loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4408763179804004954?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4408763179804004954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4408763179804004954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4408763179804004954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4408763179804004954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-good-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6147590758336824651</id><published>2010-03-18T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:32:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first graveyard shift..</title><content type='html'>It's my first graveyard shift and I must admit not easy to stay awake for 12 full hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to check monitors every hr and do rounds every 1.5hrs. Worse still! System went down and got everyone panicked. The system is the one that ensures all doors are secured. Some doors can only open using that system. Imagine system down and there's a fire in the dorm, my girls will be cooked and everyone has to prepare probably 5 toilet rolls of report. System went back to normal within half an hour. Imagine having to wake your manager up at 2am in the morning. Bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself knocking out at 5am. I was really feeling the fatigue and was really bad. Took a quick nap and it was time to wake the girls up. One of my girls was isolated because of some issues and she called to say she wants to see the doctor. But she persistently asking for her stationery and I was finding something amiss and after her second call, I went to check on her pencil case. Lo and behold, I found a letter in her pencil case. It was supposed to pass to another girl from another dorm and it's illegal in the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor passed me the pink form and told me to issue her a Violation Report (VR). It's my first time issuing a VR at the early morning 7am. I felt bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I survived my 12 hrs of duty. I must say it's a peaceful night. I hope I get that too every night when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept 2hrs so far. I can't get back to sleep despite feeling so exhausted. The fatigue kicks in at the wrong time. I hope I survive tonight's class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6147590758336824651?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6147590758336824651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6147590758336824651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6147590758336824651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6147590758336824651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-graveyard-shift.html' title='My first graveyard shift..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3946773282311509413</id><published>2010-03-14T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:55:21.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad moments..</title><content type='html'>I had a sad day in the home today. I was helping to pack some things and I saw this artwork from one of the girls. This girl is special, her IQ is below average and she wrote this "Dear Mummy, thank you for all your support but I don't know how to appreciate you." When I saw this I teared. If the mother really loves her, she would tear too. This girl doesn't really know how to express herself and I seldom hear her speak except giving attitude to the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part that I felt was very touching was the parent visit session. Parents come and embraced their girls and spent about 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; with them. One of the girl was crying after the session because she said her grandfather didn't welcome her. She felt a little rejected I guess. Sigh, my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, if you don't want to see them, don't tell them!! Don't give them false hope. They are hoping that you would just come and see them and bring their favourite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I know I will get use to this soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3946773282311509413?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3946773282311509413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3946773282311509413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3946773282311509413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3946773282311509413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-moments.html' title='Sad moments..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7465113236989288692</id><published>2010-03-13T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:59:59.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Environment..</title><content type='html'>Been almost a week since I started working in Girls' Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really exciting. Everyday is different challenges. Girls will take turns to have mood swings. I'm learning their names first and getting to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule of thumb in home:&lt;br /&gt;1. NEVER trust the girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be FIRM but not sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never let them cross the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;4. Never get angry with them because if they are good, they won't be in the home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues have been really good to me. Hopefully cause not it's my first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen many heartbreaking cases. Many of them their parents don't want them and family problem. Not being racist here but most of them are Malay girls and they can be very rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sent girls to the segregation room already. It's really heartbreaking to see them lock up inside and crying but it is because of their mischief and incorporation that they land up in there. So it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never like a job so much before. Everyone hope I pass my 3 weeks attachment and stay for long because I heard the shortest 1 person stayed was 2 weeks to 2 months. I foresee myself staying there for long..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7465113236989288692?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7465113236989288692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7465113236989288692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7465113236989288692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7465113236989288692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-environment.html' title='New Environment..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5686643700565033327</id><published>2010-03-09T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:38:23.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been slacking the whole of last week with a series of birthday dinner celebration. Now this is beginning to kick start my week with withdrawal syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work at Girl's Home. This is really an eye opener for me. I can't expose too much as most the stuffs I do is confidential. Most importantly is to protect the girls. Heard some heart wrenching stories today. Some of them are not there because they are naughty, but because they are under Child's Protection Order (CPO) or Beyond Parental Control (BPC). So don't label them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society will change for the better when everyone do their part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this quote today: Growing up doesn't mean you take care of yourself, it means learning to take care of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5686643700565033327?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5686643700565033327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5686643700565033327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5686643700565033327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5686643700565033327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/03/been-slacking-whole-of-last-week-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8349327298913564368</id><published>2010-03-07T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:30:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After two weeks of rollar coaster I've finally come to a decision. A very tough one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people come together to make things work and none of it goes well, it hurts two party. Be it whoever calls it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we can still be friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8349327298913564368?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8349327298913564368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8349327298913564368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8349327298913564368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8349327298913564368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-two-weeks-of-rollar-coaster-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2761926709370456203</id><published>2010-02-02T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:48:07.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in construction site</title><content type='html'>Working in construction site is like living in a 3rd world country, a living hell. Fatality rate is high and hygiene level is at freezing point. Blood spurting everywhere on the ground and they are live trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen toilet clogged with urine and stink the whole canteen. Yup, the loo was closed for 2 days for a major clean up. Having seen them clean the toilet also makes me sick. The same mob that was used to clean the floor was conveniently used to clean the toilet bowls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust is flying everywhere. My desk never seem to be dust-free no matter how much I clear. My laptop always has this layer of dust that protects the screen. The smell of dirt and mud seems to stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a lunatic trying to chase them off. Flies are flying around to irritate and pissing me off. Yup I killed a few and they died tragically in my hands.. Ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting out of this place soon. Real soon. I'm in for a new thing, new explorations for my career path. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MCYS&lt;/span&gt; has taken me in as a rehabilitation officer in Singapore Girls' Home. Yes I am going to impact lives and talk the girls out (I hope). People are missing me here already and I'm glad I made some new friends and heard many of their life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived well for 6 months.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2761926709370456203?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2761926709370456203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2761926709370456203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2761926709370456203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2761926709370456203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-in-construction-site.html' title='Life in construction site'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7572407099489702808</id><published>2010-01-27T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:45:36.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st ever OPSS Alumni Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I attended the very first ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OPSS&lt;/span&gt; Alumni Dinner. I can't believe Sec 1 was 10 years ago! We were all so green and innocent. And of course along the way we grow up, learn new things and we established new friendship. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WooHoo&lt;/span&gt;!! 10 years of friendship!! Still counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that the juniors really grown up and are doing well in their school. So glad to see all the teachers who taught me in my secondary school days. Except the younger teachers who left much earlier and didn't teach in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OPSS&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Our 4A1 mummy is 58 this year and she is going to retire in a few years time! Yes that's how old the teachers are already. Grey hair and had fatigue shown on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off with the 'as usual' school song. Yes that was pretty classic. The only thing that left me with a little disappointed was our principal didn't turn up for the dinner. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; a video to address us and he was the virtual Guest-of-Honour. But his words were personal and friendly. Reminded me of my days in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OPSS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school so much now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7572407099489702808?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7572407099489702808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7572407099489702808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7572407099489702808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7572407099489702808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-ever-opss-alumni-dinner.html' title='1st ever OPSS Alumni Dinner'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3343044103029321957</id><published>2010-01-18T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:30:18.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Expectations</title><content type='html'>It had been a couple of roller coaster weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has probably been too much of unspoken expectations that I had of you. I'm sorry to EXPECT you to be perfect (at least to my standard). I'm sorry that I EXPECT you to know. I EXPECT you to be what I want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going through your mind. I EXPECT you to tell me the least when I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably did not come across to me that all this has added stress to you and causing you some distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a book and I quite agree with what the author said. He said that many times we treat strangers better than our family members. When a stranger step on our toes accidentally, we are more forgiving than our family member who does that to us. When our family member does that we probably would exclaim if they have watch where they are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's relatively true even in a relationship because two has come so close to regard as family. Even best friend has to go through this process, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inevitably&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I probably step into this process, unknowingly. It's time to be more forgiving and loving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3343044103029321957?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3343044103029321957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3343044103029321957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3343044103029321957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3343044103029321957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/01/unspoken-expectations.html' title='Unspoken Expectations'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8115931288304737065</id><published>2010-01-01T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:13:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Count down party at Chervons last night. It was quite fun though the food really sucks. Ben and I had fun taking photos and having fun with his friends. We had like hundreds of poppers and we 'poped' non-stop for a good 5 minutes! We welcome 2010 with noise, laughter and a kiss! I can't wait for what God has installed for us in year 2010. It's a new beginning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sJXlEvwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BXRJS1Kd5Dc/s1600-h/31122009036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421819540860616450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sJXlEvwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BXRJS1Kd5Dc/s320/31122009036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sIli4aBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rwcj455XhxU/s1600-h/01012010039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421819527429646354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sIli4aBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rwcj455XhxU/s320/01012010039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sINTCefI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WeDvx-RaM0U/s1600-h/01012010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421819520920746482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sINTCefI/AAAAAAAAAZE/WeDvx-RaM0U/s320/01012010038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8115931288304737065?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8115931288304737065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8115931288304737065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8115931288304737065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8115931288304737065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sz4sJXlEvwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BXRJS1Kd5Dc/s72-c/31122009036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8760835015862654993</id><published>2009-12-31T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:00:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 2009!</title><content type='html'>2009 is finally coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank God for the transition into cell. It was really tough but it eventually turn out pretty good. I made really good friends who are really supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Project P in July where I was asked to play in a RAYS concert. It was amazing how God used us. I was greatly blessed because of the people I met and heard their stories far worst than mine. God reminded me He is greater than anything and anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to lead worship in cell too in December. It waws exciting! All that I wanted for and I finally got a chance. Something so familiar and I love doing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job. Yes, for better pay and at least I can ease my mind a little with my school fees. Tough job. I certainly know why God puts me here for the very reason to train my patience and learn to trust Him. Very tiring to work in crazy and stressful timeline and studying at the same time. I can't wait to graduate! Yes I'm looking for better opportunity next year to do what I really want to do. God please open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas! It was fun. So many of us got together and celebrate Christmas and just to have fun. I'm so glad people whom I haven't seen for ages finally met up and Emmie please come back next year! We're really missing you and the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very glad Ben and I have moved on to a higher heights. Thank you dear for being so supportive and so loving. I want to share our special moments together. For better or for worse! I love you! Thank God for you. You're the sweetest and the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For year 2010, I pray for the better and more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down party starts now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8760835015862654993?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8760835015862654993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8760835015862654993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8760835015862654993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8760835015862654993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-2009.html' title='Bye 2009!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3286172365207599338</id><published>2009-11-28T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:21:50.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos..</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy that Penguin Daddy (that's what I call it) has ended. I love happy ending. How I wish I have such a dad too.. Unlike my use_ _ _ _ dad and my hope_ _ _ _ mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just uploaded Ben's 21 birthday photo on facebook. So tired from tagging the photos with so many small faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to post some of my zuzu photos.. She's so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409144342426934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEkHt0r3JI/AAAAAAAAAX8/p6w_i_2Jw8o/s320/Image898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's her 2nd birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409144348937588386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEkIGE8jqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DlGwbEBu7dM/s320/Image899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's enjoying her cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEkItnONpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dQx2lLCxgVc/s1600/Image902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409144359550334610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEkItnONpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dQx2lLCxgVc/s320/Image902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you spot the furry 'toy'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409144362496582066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEkI4lqYbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eZKAI27lIzU/s320/Image903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her greedy look.. Aiming for the egg salad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409146262345420466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEl3eE7DrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_UHf_qNZ5K0/s320/Image904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My clever dog studying for psychology module. So hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409146270349659570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEl375SDbI/AAAAAAAAAYk/G-S3o2CB3SM/s320/Image906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sleeping.. Sshh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409146271623923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEl4ApFxWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9HBUWiELomk/s320/Image908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She looks like she's going to swallow the giant burger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3286172365207599338?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3286172365207599338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3286172365207599338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3286172365207599338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3286172365207599338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/11/photos.html' title='Photos..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SxEkHt0r3JI/AAAAAAAAAX8/p6w_i_2Jw8o/s72-c/Image898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5009510391468186561</id><published>2009-11-15T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:23:08.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuppdates of the old ones and new ones!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged. I have no idea where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy with work and school and now is the crazy exam period. I'm mugging! I just came back from somewhere, been out with my course mate to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I celebrate my dog's birthday today! Will upload the photos when I find my card reader. I think it's misplaced somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've learnt in Psychology so far and come to a great revolution! Now I finally understand why Jesus told us not to be conform to this world. This is because conformity is a great influence and many times it is caused by peer pressure. There is an experiment that shows how 6 people are put in a room to do a test (the 5 knows each other and find 1 other person somewhere). Simply asking individual to check which card shows the correct answers in the picture and after a few rounds of right answers, everyone started giving the wrong answer. Though the outsider gave the correct answer, he was uncertain after a few rounds of 'wrong' answers (because the other 5 gave the wrong answers), the outsider naturally followed the group! Conformity is contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched 2012 with my darling. I think I should just put a disclaimer first. Whatever I'm going to write in here are based solely on my emotions and thoughts. It bears no consequences of anything. Everything said here is pure coincidental and it involves purely my own emotions. This is not an entry to promote neither is it an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to give my 2 cents worth of critics. To make this a balance argument, I recognised that I need to give both the good and bad side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this is a propaganda shows to show the good side of one big country of how the leader had chose to stay behind to let the world know about the end of the world. Very noble action but shows some biasness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would say the society is learning about culture imperialism because I'm seeing more black people on big screen now than before. This is good because there is less stereotyping! There is also hidden meaning because -you should know-. Unless you don't, do call me. I have learnt that blogging is not safe. I may be charged for everything that I type here. I study mass media too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it shows the good side of humanity in the society. Though there will be people who are against this, it takes a lot of courage to stand by one's decision, ethically and morally. We can't just let people die in vain right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I feel the need to cherish and treasure with what we have now. We need to live life what never before. Go tell the world about Jesus! He is our HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, it's quite a good show. Should go catch it and that's provided you don't like political stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5009510391468186561?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5009510391468186561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5009510391468186561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5009510391468186561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5009510391468186561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/11/uuuppdates-of-old-ones-and-new-ones.html' title='Uuuppdates of the old ones and new ones!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8509359985638702880</id><published>2009-09-25T00:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:27:06.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My room..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got the sweetest thing on earth! Guess what my darling is doing to my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua9AVvmsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/W5s8g-rPyls/s1600-h/22092009977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068152305457858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua9AVvmsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/W5s8g-rPyls/s320/22092009977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua8iNbkBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/25fTOkLWDKA/s1600-h/22092009979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068144217526290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua8iNbkBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/25fTOkLWDKA/s320/22092009979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua8HFOUvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5xlDjv5OSE4/s1600-h/22092009981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068136935346930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua8HFOUvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5xlDjv5OSE4/s320/22092009981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua7RvPXPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IukE4ugC7Tk/s1600-h/22092009982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068122616061170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua7RvPXPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IukE4ugC7Tk/s320/22092009982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua67JZldI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_tDde-kH0cQ/s1600-h/22092009984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068116551767506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua67JZldI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_tDde-kH0cQ/s320/22092009984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Isn't it beautiful? Thanks dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mich has packed her room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SruYgjL9wOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/d1ywEVhq5Bo/s1600-h/25092009988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065464420221154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SruYgjL9wOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/d1ywEVhq5Bo/s320/25092009988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SruYgRPlY8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/j-FqDi30hr0/s1600-h/25092009989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065459603563458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SruYgRPlY8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/j-FqDi30hr0/s320/25092009989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8509359985638702880?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8509359985638702880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8509359985638702880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8509359985638702880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8509359985638702880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-room.html' title='My room..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Srua9AVvmsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/W5s8g-rPyls/s72-c/22092009977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8652918451734642118</id><published>2009-09-21T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:25:51.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu's back, new hair cut and cleaned room</title><content type='html'>Hurray! My darling is back! -Jump Jump!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6am yesterday and rush to Terminal 1 thinking that I was late. When I reached there, I didn't see his flight number and then I realised his flight changed to Terminal 3! I quickly took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sky train&lt;/span&gt; and I was waiting for him to return. We went back and changed and attended 2 of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CG's&lt;/span&gt; mate wedding and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich got a new haircut! Yup Lulu chose the hair style that I should have. His uncle is a hairdresser and I got a discount for my haircut. I thought I have shook off the 'China girl cum mainland girl' look but someone commented that I look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; girl! Sigh~ so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I finally got my room packed. Hopefully it will stay it is now and no more tsunami and hopefully no one say my room is not a typical girl's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's public holiday! We're going to have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8652918451734642118?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8652918451734642118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8652918451734642118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8652918451734642118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8652918451734642118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/lulus-back-new-hair-cut-and-cleaned.html' title='Lulu&apos;s back, new hair cut and cleaned room'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4638873301608217501</id><published>2009-09-14T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:43:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many deadlines..</title><content type='html'>Gosh I'm beginning to feel the 'Urh!' of doing assignment AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that just due on 6 Sept. More coming up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology (essay #01) 16 Sept: 2359 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Mass communication (online forum #01) 21 Sept to 25 Sept&lt;br /&gt;Mass communication (essay #01) 27 Sept: 2359 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Mass communication (online forum #02) 5 Oct to 9 Oct&lt;br /&gt;Psychology (essay #02) 7 Oct: 2359 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Mass communication (essay #02) 18 Oct: 2359 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me I've got so much to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!! HELP ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4638873301608217501?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4638873301608217501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4638873301608217501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4638873301608217501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4638873301608217501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-many-deadlines.html' title='So many deadlines..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2031914186256594324</id><published>2009-09-13T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:46:26.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind's cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup I've yet to complete my assignment but I'm 90% through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a great time hanging with my friends today at Mind's Cafe. We were playing this game where one person from each team must describe a given word using only shapes and lines to draw the given word and the person drawing have to shout the answer of what he or she is drawing. And one of the most hilarious ones:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380961753750384578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sq0ENJpBL8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bp5NXTc_6cI/s320/Image865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of it looks like cat? YY is quite smart after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962031366062642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sq0EdT1wQjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kuikw1plWO4/s320/Image864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of my scar that is left on my arm after the car accident. There's always a reason why things are happening in our lives. We have to leave the abandon life in order to live an abundant life which God has intend to lbless us with. God please show me what else to surrender so that I can live an abundant life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still smiling! Waiting for my darling to return. Pretty soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962814511848866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sq0FK5SQnaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gU3oC1t7Hf8/s320/Image863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380963104012544946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sq0Fbvwmq7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/_jgFNISbntI/s320/29082009957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2031914186256594324?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2031914186256594324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2031914186256594324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2031914186256594324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2031914186256594324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/minds-cafe.html' title='Mind&apos;s cafe'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sq0ENJpBL8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bp5NXTc_6cI/s72-c/Image865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3186538137915310738</id><published>2009-09-12T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:11:00.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Missed my first class on Thursday for my new module. Assignment again. Due on Wednesday. Maybe I really should just finish it soon so that I can have a peaceful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan and Korean drama can be quite addictive. Thanks to YY for the software! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling should be back soon. 6 more days. I can't to see him! Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3186538137915310738?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3186538137915310738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3186538137915310738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3186538137915310738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3186538137915310738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1395705882055837702</id><published>2009-09-07T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:41:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still awake at this hour because I'm uploading my assignment. At the point I started typing it was at 43% and my classmate is still smsing me at thie weird hour because she has problem uploading hers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is still struggling with the assignment as she has not complete her report and she has a lot of work to do because there is a powerpoint presentation to do and a video presentation. Just as I finish typing this sentence, my uploading is only 52%. I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you have probably realise I'm just trying to keep myself awake so that I can finish upload this crap assignment and quickly go to bed. I'm still coughing really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some short updates here.&lt;br /&gt;My darling hasn't been calling me because the public over in Brunei is spoilt! Oh I guess must be some stupid guy vent their anger on the phone and now everyone can't use the phone. So inconsiderate. Anyway, it's my spectulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom rented the room out to two guys. I'm really not getting use to sleeping with my door close and changing with my door close. I mean, look there isn't anyone guy at home other than my dad and he is hardly home. So I could actually change with my door wide open but hide myself in one corner. Now, I really got to be very careful. I have to lock my door when I'm sleeping, I got to lock my door when I'm out. So I'm like a caged-up bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else let me think.. At the mean time, i'm about 10% more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've decided to do some catching up with my friends after this week since boyfriend is not around and he has been asking me to do some catching up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I need to pack my room as well. Ya I know it's super messy. I only get to pack it once my semester ends. I'm just too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the last few % feels longer than usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope it doesn't hang on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks! IT REALLY HANG ON ME! Now, all over again, the time is 1.41am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-1395705882055837702?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1395705882055837702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1395705882055837702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1395705882055837702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1395705882055837702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-awake-at-this-hour-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2000779112439258058</id><published>2009-09-02T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:30:49.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my assignment. With 5000 thousand words to complete and a very tight deadline to meet, I think I'm going to go bogus soon. I mean real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my darling so so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2000779112439258058?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2000779112439258058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2000779112439258058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2000779112439258058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2000779112439258058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-supposed-to-be-doing-my-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4966980939180807879</id><published>2009-08-30T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:37:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone screen went blank!</title><content type='html'>I heard a loud 'thud' and there goes my iPhone. The sreen went white with black strips running arcoss the sreen. I could still hear the ringing sound. Gosh, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first visit at Com Centre today. Guess what, I got A REPLACEMENT PHONE FOR FREE!! That means, I got a new iPhone! Wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling got to see this! Never mind, I'll tell him tonight when he calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4966980939180807879?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4966980939180807879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4966980939180807879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4966980939180807879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4966980939180807879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/08/iphone-screen-went-blank.html' title='iPhone screen went blank!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5173616895098964104</id><published>2009-08-23T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:08:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates for over the month</title><content type='html'>It's been a month plus since I last blogged and reading updates from everybody I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 365 plus 19 days since God placed that someone so special in my life. Someone who supports me, takes care of me, love me in his unique ways, withstand my nonsense and all. Lulu I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been just 1 week ago that I ran 21 km at the Singapore Half Army Marathon with aching legs and 3 big blisters of which 2 were under my feet and I had to burst it to get it heal. I completed the race with pride. I went with a mentally: It's not about how long I take so long that I finish it nicely. First and last time. No more next time. Standard Chartered anyone? 10km please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so many years since I got scolded for not doing well in my test. I failed the course that my company sent me for. My boss didn't really scolded me but I got lectured instead. And laughed at of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple of months since I last stressed over school assignments. My exams seems to be over just a couple of months ago. I remember I was having holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time since I last hang out with my cell mates. We were all busy with project P ever since rehearsals started few months ago and today we had a 4-hours long K session! I really enjoyed myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been many months since I last had dinner with Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been a few months since I last chatted with Rachel and hear from her. Rachel, if you are reading this, I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling  is leaving for Brunei on Sat night and will be leaving for a good 3 weeks. I'm going to be all alone till he comes back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5173616895098964104?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5173616895098964104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5173616895098964104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5173616895098964104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5173616895098964104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-for-over-month.html' title='Updates for over the month'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4152387746934017577</id><published>2009-07-17T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:53:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Job..</title><content type='html'>My relax days are coming to an end. 3rd week, 15 days into my new job and it's a lot to learn. I'm on course this week so everything seems to be going fine. How stress can I be when I on course right? Maybe when the exam part comes on the 31st then I will feel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing good. I'm very well taken care of by everyone in the company especially my big boss, whom guide me along with the drawings and stuffs. Being the youngest does have some advantages after all. I can't deny that my first week was bad as I've got so much to adapt. But my darling was so sweet enough to buy me a Mr Happy to make me smile whole day just by looking at it. My mood gets better each day. I've got a pretty old computer but after formatting it and got the RAM upgraded it's pretty much of good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project P is progressing pretty fast. I was on the verged of giving up of Project P as I see my work schedule being so hectic and unpredictable. After hearing a friend's testimony, I realised I've been doing things on my own strength and God doesn't seem to be in the picture. I had to turn to God and ask Him for strength as I let God control everything. It is to set myself free so that God can be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look back, it's not about a concert for pre-believers but it was another journey for me to see God in another perspective. I've made many new friends and enjoyed myself during the rehearsals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4152387746934017577?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4152387746934017577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4152387746934017577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4152387746934017577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4152387746934017577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-job.html' title='My New Job..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3514880592256679778</id><published>2009-06-24T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:50:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say..</title><content type='html'>Someone commented that Mich only update like once a month. Oh well, need to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are out and I'm so overjoy. The hectic timetable that I had, the stressful, sleepless nights and all the studying did pay off. Thank God for the good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my cell has been so fun these days. We went Sentosa some weeks ago and last night we went rock climbing. I can't describe the fun we had but we just had so much fun! Thank those who organised the events. Sundays has been quite impromptu with the sudden unplanned plans. Still, it's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing a new job. I will be busier and I don't know what's going to come but I'm getting real excited. My current job has showed their appreciation in my hard work. I'm glad I'm leaving behind a good impression and legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't contain my joy and excitement anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3514880592256679778?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3514880592256679778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3514880592256679778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3514880592256679778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3514880592256679778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4960097084976855744</id><published>2009-06-08T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:56:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated..</title><content type='html'>Some stuffs that are pretty outdated.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw my cousin having this cute thing during Economics Revision Lecture.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344906811639989634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SizsbTleBYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bownK7i41Ms/s320/Image802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; lite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344906803604802738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sizsa1puzLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WFSPz81plOE/s320/Image801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So adorable right? It is actually a mini torch light. When you open up it looks exactly like a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; lite and you just need to press the 'plus' control button and it has light! I pestered her to get one for me and then she told me her friend got it online for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went looking for something like that until I found something similar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344906818465014802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SizsbtArpBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mdl51zzbmZs/s320/Image815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; controller either, it is a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344906823474081746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/Sizsb_q779I/AAAAAAAAAVs/W0K455s3xkY/s320/Image816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which button to press it so that there is light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had a great time at cell last Saturday when we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. It was SCORCHING HOT! Our feet were burning under the frying pan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt; I mean the hot sand while playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; and Captains ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am burnt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mich is going to peel real soon and I love my new crumpler bag! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4960097084976855744?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4960097084976855744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4960097084976855744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4960097084976855744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4960097084976855744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/06/outdated.html' title='Outdated..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SizsbTleBYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bownK7i41Ms/s72-c/Image802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3945123084520560430</id><published>2009-05-30T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:54:54.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update..</title><content type='html'>My nail-biting and sleepless nights days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having fun and trying to have fun. Still trying to get use to the 'no-school' term. Waiting for my results to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for exciting things to happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3945123084520560430?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3945123084520560430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3945123084520560430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3945123084520560430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3945123084520560430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6720224254093285115</id><published>2009-05-07T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:02:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging time..</title><content type='html'>I haven gone MIA, maybe going bonker soon. I'm so stressed up at work and been working overtime for the past 2 days and the latest was 11pm. My legs and arms are aching from the walking, my phone had been ringing at weird timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part was I got my exams dates wrong! I hope I applied for the correct dates to my exam leave. Thank God my Bunny cousin reminded me. She really gave me the question mark look when I told her the wrong date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is next week and I haven finish one module. I need prayer, sleep, wisdom and super power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6720224254093285115?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6720224254093285115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6720224254093285115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6720224254093285115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6720224254093285115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/05/mugging-time.html' title='Mugging time..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1630396433556829593</id><published>2009-04-12T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:24:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Meet Rachel for only a couple of hours before she flew to China. Really miss her. We went to buy donuts for her at Donut Factory and see what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcsTnbfHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hQvQxInkxFU/s1600-h/07042009834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcsTnbfHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hQvQxInkxFU/s320/07042009834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323778888266644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to say much and you know who's idea it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any white peacock before and this was what I saw during my work trip at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcs8GYxAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jUbcuoAsPGc/s1600-h/08042009836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcs8GYxAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jUbcuoAsPGc/s320/08042009836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323778899133907970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcsn7koSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QIC5XzmPMw8/s1600-h/08042009835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcsn7koSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QIC5XzmPMw8/s320/08042009835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323778893719839010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long weekend is coming to the end. I was so excited because of the long weekend but one big news came and I was feeling demoralized. Each of us at work had to work over weekend to come out with the list that my boss wanted just on Monday so that he could be in time for meeting. Yeah, last minute as usual. I had the most sites so thank God I finish what he wanted and the rest could wait till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was another wet day. Ben and I brought my dog to Sentosa! I thought I was bringing a kid out with the her stuffs like shampoo, 2 towels, brush, 2 bags, her snacks, her food, water.. And I only had one bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was quite tiring. I had class in the morning! Like what Daryl also say, no life. Followed by assignment discussion and everything last till 3pm. By then my brain was quite dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's service was good. I really enjoyed myself. I love Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some outdated photo of my dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom said she saw how ugly my dog sleeping position. I didn't know she look like this until I saw it myself and took a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHbacdLkEI/AAAAAAAAATs/_p2E-KlGYzY/s1600-h/Image782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHbacdLkEI/AAAAAAAAATs/_p2E-KlGYzY/s320/Image782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323777481890304066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was sleeping soundly on my big Eeyore. Don't ask me why it's on the floor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHctDae1XI/AAAAAAAAAUc/agDI7MbS9n4/s1600-h/10042009837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHctDae1XI/AAAAAAAAAUc/agDI7MbS9n4/s320/10042009837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323778901097239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This girl sure knows how to pose!&lt;/span&gt; Look how happy she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHbaltb3nI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3Uyf1oCKhCg/s1600-h/Image784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHbaltb3nI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3Uyf1oCKhCg/s320/Image784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323777484374400626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going to work in the morning and she didn't even bother to say bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHbaxagHUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/87lS7XZgVCc/s1600-h/Image788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHbaxagHUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/87lS7XZgVCc/s320/Image788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323777487516212546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-1630396433556829593?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1630396433556829593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1630396433556829593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1630396433556829593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1630396433556829593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SeHcsTnbfHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hQvQxInkxFU/s72-c/07042009834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5676794216019375905</id><published>2009-04-07T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:03:10.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A feel of Lamborghini..</title><content type='html'>Lamborghini.. I've come across many on the road and took many photos in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxkQ_k4I/AAAAAAAAATk/GM8ILkDpsPo/s1600-h/Image653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxkQ_k4I/AAAAAAAAATk/GM8ILkDpsPo/s320/Image653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321870226449470338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxmDhaMI/AAAAAAAAATc/fPYEl6fdkuc/s1600-h/Image317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxmDhaMI/AAAAAAAAATc/fPYEl6fdkuc/s320/Image317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321870226929838274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never would I dream that I would get a chance in my life to touch the steering wheel of this car. I even got a chance to sit inside and take a very close look at the interior of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxYK7rYI/AAAAAAAAATU/bxURI9hH3NE/s1600-h/Image791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxYK7rYI/AAAAAAAAATU/bxURI9hH3NE/s320/Image791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321870223202823554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super loud!&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock! 340km/h for it's maximum speed! That's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;7 gears in total!&lt;br /&gt;It's manual!&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, Ben and I watched Fast and Furious 4 earlier in the day and it motivates me to drive a manual car after that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxFpYE4I/AAAAAAAAATM/jXAVJRoPipM/s1600-h/Image790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxFpYE4I/AAAAAAAAATM/jXAVJRoPipM/s320/Image790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321870218230240130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That me in the car. It's very low and I had difficulty getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUw5G_h1I/AAAAAAAAATE/2zQ1MEMXRe4/s1600-h/Image789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUw5G_h1I/AAAAAAAAATE/2zQ1MEMXRe4/s320/Image789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321870214864799570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5676794216019375905?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5676794216019375905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5676794216019375905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5676794216019375905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5676794216019375905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/04/feel-of-lamborghini.html' title='A feel of Lamborghini..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SdsUxkQ_k4I/AAAAAAAAATk/GM8ILkDpsPo/s72-c/Image653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8415840902344842448</id><published>2009-04-02T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:59:19.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><content type='html'>School term started 2 weeks ago and I'm crazy over the quiz and two assignments due on the same date. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is overloading. Overworked, underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;Same commotion among colleagues every morning. No equipment, no tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it going to be any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my booster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8415840902344842448?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8415840902344842448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8415840902344842448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8415840902344842448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8415840902344842448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6316055337003760978</id><published>2009-03-21T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:17:49.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very brave dog</title><content type='html'>Before I begin with my dog story, I shall talk about my eventful night that I had yesterday. Ben invited me to his specialist night and I must say the sexy dance turned me off. Even his friend found it sick. Anyway, I was pulled up on stage just to be partner with someone else to dance. Ben was pulled up too to show his muscular body. Anyway, it was pretty boring but quite an experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my brave dog story. I brought my dog for her annual vaccination and then I decided that she should have her microchip injected as well so that I can apply for the dog license. The veterinarian injected her butt and when he took out the microchip I was shocked. It was almost 1 inch long and 0.5mm wide. It looked like a mental piece with a blade. He was telling me that it is painful and might bleed. I looked away as he injected that microchip into my dog's shoulders and I heard a scream. My dog was screaming in pain. My heart broke. Thank God she didn't bleed at all. For your information, dogs scream too. She screams when you accidentally step on her tail or her feet and I think that microchip must be very painful. I can't imagine that thing goes into my flesh, under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard about some commotion about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heartworm&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; spread by mosquito bites on dogs. "This is a disease that is caused by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dirofilaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immitis&lt;/span&gt; (also known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heartworm&lt;/span&gt;). It is mainly transmitted via infected mosquitoes. Hence in Singapore, this disease can be relatively common as mosquitoes pose a problem all year round. It is more so for medium to large sized dogs which are in a garden or outdoor context. As they spend most of their time outdoors, they are more likely to be exposed to infected mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these mosquitoes bite, they transmit baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heartworms&lt;/span&gt; to the dogs. These baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heartworms&lt;/span&gt; will travel through the blood vessels of the dog and lodge themselves in the heart. Retrieved on 21 March 2009, http://www.petschannel.com/article/?a=32." And eventually they will die from heart failure. So I decided that my dog should be vaccinated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heartworm&lt;/span&gt; too. I went back to the clinic and the vet drew blood from my dog. We waited for the test and there goes another jab for her. By then, she was shivering and jumping on me as though begging me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; her out of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't make any noise except that scream from that microchip jab. Maybe that jab had already numbed her so that she couldn't feel any pain. I had to tel her that since we are there already, we should just make use of the time and trip to get all the jabs and done with it. By the time she got home, she could run about, tossing her toy and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can tolerate 3 jabs and 1 blood test, to get poke by a needle 4 times in total. My dog is the bravest. I still can't imagine the microchip getting under my skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6316055337003760978?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6316055337003760978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6316055337003760978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6316055337003760978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6316055337003760978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-very-brave-dog.html' title='My very brave dog'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-778878213647315481</id><published>2009-03-17T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:47:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see stars in the sky. It's been some time since the sky is filled with dark and red clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with an ex-colleague and we had dinner. I'm so glad that she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next verse says:&lt;br /&gt;O Lord Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-778878213647315481?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/778878213647315481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=778878213647315481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/778878213647315481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/778878213647315481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-stars-in-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6311087752684468560</id><published>2009-03-16T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:38:53.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>First of all, thank you all for those who sent me your well wishes on my birthday through sms, facebook and msn some days ago. And not forgetting those who bought me dinner and gifts too! Thanks for remembering and making it special. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy with work and school work that I could hardly breathe. Finally I can take a breather, breaks, catching up with my sleep, with new modules starting this and I just submitted my assignment. Lessons on Thursday and Friday so that makes it easier and less tiring on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I joined cell for the first time last Saturday (finally). It's been so long since I last attended cell. It's a mix cell and there are about 15 people and most of them are in their early 20s. I'm quite comfortable with the setting, the place, the time and the people. So I guess I will go for a few more times but I quite made up my mind. Anyway, Daryl will be joining us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the sense of belonging to the church and I guess more to come. As the cell is going with the church direction, I think the cell leader really put in a lot of effort to make the cell a fruitful one. That's good because it encourages everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my first cell girls lunch yesterday after church and we talked and prayed with each other. Haven't been meeting new people so it's quite exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my blogskin because my previous one went ku ku. I think this is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to meditate about this week:&lt;br /&gt;Ps 84:11&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord God is a sun and shield;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord bestows favour and honour;&lt;br /&gt;no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6311087752684468560?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6311087752684468560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6311087752684468560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6311087752684468560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6311087752684468560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5638125651989747480</id><published>2009-02-15T22:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:18:27.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I was about to leave my house at 8am for school and when I opened the door, something dropped. OH and to my surprise it was this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303030081895764738" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SZglw0ibkwI/AAAAAAAAASU/n3Emh7vwW4s/s320/14022009805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't go anywhere because we reckoned that eerywhere would be pack with people so we decided to celebrate tbe following day and we went to Yishun's newly opened Botak Jones for dinner. There were many people. After that we came across this minimart that sells mystery stuff. So I bought a pack at 40 cents and there were just some pieces of stickers and 2 pieces of ballon. Ben started blowing it and the he burst the pink one. When he finally managed to get one up, it was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303030918806691186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SZgmhiRi3XI/AAAAAAAAASs/gGPm9CB6x9I/s320/15022009812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another sweet surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church today, we went to Jack's Place for lunch and followed by a 3 hour movie. I could really feel my butt flattened after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303030087767475714" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SZglxKaWxgI/AAAAAAAAASc/rU3So1zJeBw/s320/14022009804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you dear for doing all this for me.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5638125651989747480?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5638125651989747480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5638125651989747480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5638125651989747480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5638125651989747480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SZglw0ibkwI/AAAAAAAAASU/n3Emh7vwW4s/s72-c/14022009805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6301459779829764155</id><published>2009-01-31T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:15:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Niu Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy Ox Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only January and so much things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school last week, just one week before the Chinese New Year. Oh it was quite low morale because it's the festive mood. Anyway, I will be more busy as assignments due are like back-to-back. I even have classes at Singapore Polytechnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was quite a busy one for me. Day 1 was visiting my granddad at the nursing home then to my relatives and to my maternal grandparents home. After that I went to Ben's house and his grandparents place at Redhill then to Pasir Ris. I quite like his aunts. They are friendly people. Day 2 was another visiting at my relative place then to my uncle's house and I went to meet Ben and his friends for dinner. He went back to camp after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us watched the two highly recommended shows and I think that Jack Neo's movie this time round is quite a disappointment. It wasn't what I expect it to be, funny, something creative but it turn out to be something less than a story line. It wasn't that funny and I couldn't understand what he is driving at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Christopher Lee and Fann Wong's movie was much better. It was funny and I must say they really do everything they could to make it look real. The love is just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think my ang bao money is one of the biggest this year as compared to previous year. I'm going to save them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6301459779829764155?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6301459779829764155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6301459779829764155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6301459779829764155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6301459779829764155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niu-year.html' title='Happy Niu Year!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2921652456455142681</id><published>2009-01-10T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:43:35.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes again..</title><content type='html'>My life is so full of changes. I think I've adapt to it pretty quickly. Things in office are changing very quickly. I have a new boss and things are really changing. No doubt there are more work to do ever since all it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be politically correct or wrong. I don't want to be part and be in the game. All I care is I do my part and deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the beginning yet I can feel the stretch. I believe there is more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really spoken to my darling this week. We both had our very busy week after the long weekend. I have been to site everyday walking a lot everyday. I think my bones are breaking soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God will always be the pillar of my support. I am going to join a cell very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2921652456455142681?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2921652456455142681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2921652456455142681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2921652456455142681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2921652456455142681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/01/changes-again.html' title='Changes again..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4903925886069908115</id><published>2009-01-05T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:05:59.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ending of the biggest hit drama</title><content type='html'>Finally the super-hit drama has ended - The Little Nyonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for mobtv because of this show. Ya, quite a die-hard fan. I have been keeping my comments after watching the ending last week and finally I get to say something. Why this kind of ending? I expected something happier and more convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people commented in the papers about the actresses and actors but I think it's the story line that makes people wanting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am glad it ended before school started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4903925886069908115?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4903925886069908115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4903925886069908115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4903925886069908115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4903925886069908115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/01/ending-of-biggest-hit-drama.html' title='The ending of the biggest hit drama'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6468866945454955766</id><published>2009-01-03T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:07:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap up of 2008</title><content type='html'>2008 has ended 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really do some self-reflection that had happened over the year but one big thing I knew was that I decided to move on to another church this year in March. I'm very happy to move on and I like the new church. I guess this new year it's time to settle down in a cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 this year has been quite an exciting one. I met my prince and we live happily ever after. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Nope that is no the case. I met my prince and we are still enjoying this relationship. Even though there are some hip ups along the way, we just get to know each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the major event that was life endangering was the car accident that I had. A very scary one. I thought I was going to die. Oh! I still haven't got back my car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to school. Well, doing part time isn't easy. Who cares, I just want my degree and get a batter job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas just ended and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TomSum&lt;/span&gt; house for Christmas party. The BBQ didn't work because it rained the whole day!! Anyway, still have to thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; Ruby for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;givng&lt;/span&gt; us the pit. But the weather was bad. It didn't rain like that before on a Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I'm still in the sunshine club. It's free membership, there are lots of crazy people, so much punk to play on each other, so much events going on, we love each other a lot and it's FREE!! Free to join, free counselling and lots of free stuffs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Bad economy, who doesn't like free stuff? Even people are cutting their credit cards away after their wavier fee has expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sunshine club people for every part of my journey. Thank you dear for making my day most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has started and I had a long long holiday. New Year's Eve was another dinner with Sunshine Club members. Poor Nicky just put on his braces. Time for me to laugh at him! It was just another rest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling and me went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt; Swimming Complex yesterday. I am burnt! But I like it because it is so so so much cheaper than Wild Wild Wet and lesser people! Maybe because school started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone in this new year! I hope I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; job and an increment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6468866945454955766?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6468866945454955766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6468866945454955766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6468866945454955766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6468866945454955766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrap-up-of-2008.html' title='Wrap up of 2008'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6298566297956662814</id><published>2008-12-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:53:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate people</title><content type='html'>I've been reading many articles from the new paper recently about old people behaviours and how inconsiderate they are. However, I think regarding you are old, young, teenage, tall, short, fat or thin, we all have a part to play in this society. Come on, let's face the fact that we are a growing population. Very soon we will see more grandpas and grandmas on the trains and buses than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going home and was on the train. I was just sitting next to the priority seat (the one that has different tone of colours for most of the trains), however it so happened that this particular train that I took didn't have the tone to differentiate the priority seat. The train was relatively packed and this old couple came in with their grandchild in the pram. I was about to give up my seat but before doing so, I heard this young lady making such a comment '... give up.. priority seat..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but jump to conclusion that they might be saying people who should give up the seat to the couple. However it makes me think that why shouldn't they make the move to give up their seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean that carrying a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt;, Gucci or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; bag makes you any lesser to be considerate to others. When the lady was about to alight, she was stuck in between me and the baby pram, and guess what? She tried to squeeze her way out! And me being me, I wouldn't want to give way to her even though I saw the reflection and I was just waiting for her to say that magic word. Finally after trying so hard to squeeze through her way, she knew she couldn't make it and said excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; carrying a P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rada&lt;/span&gt; bag and if saying excuse me is such a different thing to say, maybe she should really consider taking cab and not the train so that she can sit as comfortably as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who loves to crowd at the door of the train. Please make way for people to get in! The train has to be revamp into a train with lesser seats is because of all the inconsiderate people who loves to crowd at the door. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SMRT&lt;/span&gt; is very smart. By removing the seat, there is more standing space therefore the train can take up more people. But have you ever wonder the day you and I grow old and we need a seat? We probably need to bring a portable chair wherever we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, who is being more inconsiderate? The old or the young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, it's the culture we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6298566297956662814?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6298566297956662814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6298566297956662814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6298566297956662814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6298566297956662814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/12/inconsiderate-people.html' title='Inconsiderate people'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5207673037715268418</id><published>2008-12-08T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:04:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections</title><content type='html'>As I'm waiting for my mud mask to dry, I'm doing some recollections for what had happened over the last few weeks since my last entry. My skin has deteriorate a little after the Malaysia trip. I think the hotel that I stayed was a little dirty. That explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling came back safely from his Taiwan trip and he seemed to enjoy himself so much with the food and shopping. Of course he didn't forget me and bought me some clothes. He is now in Hendon camp for his airborne training. So whenever I visit him, I seem to go back to my childhood playground because there is where my mom used to work and there is also the place she brought me to when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to JB with TomSumJo, Gillian, Kian Kuen, Kian Kei and the crazy one, Rachel. This trip was more of a eat-and-play trip. Yup I ate a lot. I had 3 cups of ice cream in a day! Hurray!! That means more jogging! We punked Kian Kuen and I tell you, he must love us more! It turned out to be a  meaningful trip and I brought home one important thing: We need each other in our good and bad times, especially the bad times. Hey peeps, we are all in the 21st century where mobile phone is the only thing that can keep us so well connected. Make full use of it! And of course can't deny that instant messaging and the recent addicted facebook helps a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back early all by myself to meet my darling. I took the Malaysia cab myself, I passed the checkpoint myself and took bus back to Singapore myself. Cool! Met my darling at causeway point and that was when I felt that I'm finally safe. We were supposed to meet up with his parents for dinner but it was postponed so we went to watch BOLT! It was a cute and funny movie. I came back loving my dog more. =) He bought me a HUGE Eeyore. It is almost 3/4 the size of my 10 year old bolster. -Hugs- He bought it because it was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Daryl, Daphne, Rachel and Ada over lunch today to celebrate Ada's 21st birthday. It was our treat. Very cool stuffs and the usual photo takings and talking. It felt like the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a heavy dinner with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to start running. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wash my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5207673037715268418?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5207673037715268418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5207673037715268418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5207673037715268418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5207673037715268418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-im-waiting-for-my-mud-mask-to-dry-im.html' title='Recollections'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1580490620242245081</id><published>2008-11-18T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:32:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen cheek</title><content type='html'>My left cheek is swollen and I just went to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to catch my company bus yesterday morning and suddenly something flew and slapped on my face. I felt something biting me so I grabbed it and realized it was a bee. Yellow and black strips. I felt something stingy after that and realized there was a bee sting! I squeezed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still go jogging last night. I haven't exercise for 2 good months ever since the busy assignments and exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my face is so swollen that I could hardly open my left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bee, cost me $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, what is the percentage to get sting by a bee just by walking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-1580490620242245081?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1580490620242245081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1580490620242245081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1580490620242245081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1580490620242245081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/swollen-cheek.html' title='Swollen cheek'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6742093793013984741</id><published>2008-11-16T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:51:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend..</title><content type='html'>Weekend was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my sister to return Ben's borrowed library book at Bishan and we headed to Ang Mo Kio. My mom said she needed a new phone so my sister and I bought her a new phone. She only needs a phone that can call and sms with loud ringing tone and big screen. Yup, easy to get. After that went to City Hall to meet Daryl and Dawn the two love birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another day. I was about to reach home after church and saw Yvonne. I went back to change and meet up with Jerome to go Beach road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite bored. Missing him badly. I'm missing one part of me. I cannot reach him at all. Sigh.. Another 13 days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6742093793013984741?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6742093793013984741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6742093793013984741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6742093793013984741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6742093793013984741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7530509915114157203</id><published>2008-11-13T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:29:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My darling is back for 3 days of navigation test. He told me he almost died - Died of thirst. The whole team got lost and they ran out of water. Goodness, thank God he is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my doggie's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's her birthday cake. It's meant for her. Yes, the whole cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161952307321106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxFYjqBmRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hftamONfn-k/s320/13112008728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161966813531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxFZZskzzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kRVdRPbE0qQ/s320/13112008729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look! She really enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161974800415762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxFZ3cy_BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BrqiWUMb2BM/s320/13112008731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's her when I realised I couldn't find her one day. She went in herself and hide from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163085168125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxGaf5FpFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2XbSu0DisMA/s320/08112008719.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her new beloved toy. Trust me, she bites it wherever she goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163080719386818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxGaPUbSMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oRdtUxNUBHE/s320/13112008733.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she even slept with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163132062335794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxGdOligzI/AAAAAAAAARE/vgECRd2A728/s320/11112008726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163136505916018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxGdfI-KnI/AAAAAAAAARM/IFPFpY7ZHdQ/s320/10112008723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise him I'll try to blog almost everyday. Count down to 16 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7530509915114157203?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7530509915114157203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7530509915114157203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7530509915114157203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7530509915114157203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRxFYjqBmRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hftamONfn-k/s72-c/13112008728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7825271058141201574</id><published>2008-11-12T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:53:46.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last paper!!</title><content type='html'>Hurray finally I can relax for a couple of months before the new semester begins again. Hmmm, apparently the 80% of the hints my lecturer gave didn't come out. Arh.. Yes, it's quite a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;God please help me to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met TomSumJo, Gillian and Timothy for dinner. It's been a long time since I last met them for a good dinner. I guess it's going to be the last time I see Tim as he is going back to Australia for good. Well, I hope we still keep in contact. Sorry Jojo for the expired rice cracker. I'll bring back and scold the auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can hear from my darling tomorrow. I need to pack my room, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7825271058141201574?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7825271058141201574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7825271058141201574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7825271058141201574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7825271058141201574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-paper.html' title='Last paper!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5104704150548523934</id><published>2008-11-11T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:04:02.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd paper</title><content type='html'>As I was waiting for my paper to start, I wonder out of this 600 over students taking the same paper who will be the top? I know it will not be me, maybe the one sitting beside me, behind me or in front of me. Definitely not the one diagonally me because he didn't even appear to sit for exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there with almost a blank mind. My mind went blank but I seemed to have a sudden divine power to be able to answer them and I finish my paper! It must be God. I studied hard and pray very hard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I have one more paper to go. My ROOM IS SUPER DUPER MESSY!! I NEED TO CLEAN IT UP!! Yup, will do it tomorrow and then go for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY DARLING!! God, bless my darling with great wisdom and knowledge to navigate in somewhere not familiar at all. Cover him with the blood of the Lamb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5104704150548523934?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5104704150548523934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5104704150548523934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5104704150548523934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5104704150548523934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-paper.html' title='2nd paper'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5157214525374870870</id><published>2008-11-10T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:47:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure..</title><content type='html'>My darling just left exactly 12 hours ago since the time I last saw him. He is in Taiwan camp now. Yup we're still smsing each other. Just that I think it will be quite a shock to see the phone bill later. Anyway, he is using my singtel number and I'm using his singtel number. So whoever need to find me, please call me at my starhub number. Yes, not complicating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing him badly. I can't study. I've got 2 more papers to go. By this time on Wednesday, I can throw away all my books! Yeah! Erm.. Actually I can't. I don't have much confidence of passing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he said he will write me letter everyday. I've got something special for him too. I will write him something everyday too until he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family celebrated his advance birthday last night. Just 2 hours before leaving for the airport. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5157214525374870870?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5157214525374870870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5157214525374870870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5157214525374870870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5157214525374870870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/departure.html' title='Departure..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4265427779140175373</id><published>2008-11-08T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:25:09.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Celebration</title><content type='html'>Our belated celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I think I ruined it badly. Sorry for not being understanding to your needs. Sorry for my insensitive to your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we still made up and =).&lt;br /&gt;He bought me a cumpler bag as a surprise and we went to Kuishin-bo for dinner. I'm glad he enjoyed the food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My surprise present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRR0Kdqu8JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xHh6vapgNVc/s1600-h/Crumpler+bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265961587414331538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRR0Kdqu8JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xHh6vapgNVc/s320/Crumpler+bag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heard from TomSum how good the movie '10 Promises to my dog' and we went hunting to rent it. To our disappointment, the machine didn't have this movie at all. My darling went to buy the DVD for me. Yup, I cried badly after watching it. I love my dog more! I love my darling even more than anything else! Pss.. I don't have promises to my dog.. My doggie had a fur-cut. She looks quite cute actually. Will upload her photos soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4265427779140175373?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4265427779140175373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4265427779140175373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4265427779140175373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4265427779140175373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/belated-celebration.html' title='Belated Celebration'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SRR0Kdqu8JI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xHh6vapgNVc/s72-c/Crumpler+bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7243296099291746904</id><published>2008-11-04T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:15:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd month</title><content type='html'>I had my very first paper today. I think it's quite badly done overall. For the very first time my cousins and I (all of different ages) are taking exam together! Yup it never happen before but still, it happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling is out today till Sunday before he leaves for Taiwan. Nope, no celebration. Honestly, I think I'm not taking the fact that he is leaving for Taiwan that well and the worse thing is it clashes with my exams. I haven't started on one of my modules yet I want to spend some time with him. Tell me how I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 down, 2 more to go. Same time next week, I'll be alone. One day after he flies to Taiwan and one more paper to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7243296099291746904?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7243296099291746904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7243296099291746904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7243296099291746904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7243296099291746904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/3rd-month.html' title='3rd month'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4857374467058027054</id><published>2008-11-02T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:38:36.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long waited for..</title><content type='html'>My darling came back today. We didn't communicate much this week because his phone was flat. Due to the poor reception in Tekong, the phone was searching for signal continously and the battery was drained as a result. So all I could do was to sms him as and when I like and even included the time for him too. I felt like talking to the air because there was no reply and I didn't know how he was doing especially after hearing from him just that day when he lost his 11B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today he smsed me at 12 plus and saw his face at 7 plus. He told me he wrote me something. I was so touched when I read it. I can't imagine him out in the field, can't use phone, training was tough and didn't know when is day and night. He could actually find time to write something for me. I really have no idea how he manage to do that. I was tearing silently when I read it. Too touched to say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress has set in even worse now when I'm having my first paper on Tuesday and he has a block leave from Tuesday onwards. He is flying off on Sunday and my paper is on Tuesday and Wednesday. I am trying to cope with the stress but I'm glad he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, eventually he found his 11B when one of the officers found it in camp and returned it back to him. Mind you, it's a chargable offence losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear. We'll make do with what we have..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4857374467058027054?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4857374467058027054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4857374467058027054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4857374467058027054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4857374467058027054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-waited-for.html' title='Long waited for..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6598596347057285097</id><published>2008-10-30T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:44:54.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam stress.. Exam hints!!</title><content type='html'>Just as Rachel was posting about her exam hint plus tips plus paper, the jealous me really hope I can get some too for my exams. And just that I thought I might flunk my Economics paper, there is this glimpse of hope now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision lecture started at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: " I used to set two drastic different paper and tell my students the hints for one paper. I got complaint because I didn't realised the school used both papers. This time round, I'm going to give you all hints for both paper. Don't worry, I've learnt my lesson and I've set them almost similiar to one another. I have 70 plus slides and to cover in two hours will be quite a challenge. Let me begin with giving some hints for the first 10 mins, then along the lecture please open your ears and I will repeat the hints again at the last 10 mins. Is it a deal? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: " YES!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: " This part is not tested, can I just skip it? (And she skipped 10 over slides). Alright this is the last part you need to know. We managed to even finish before 9.30pm. I didn't give you all the hints because I still need to identify my A, B and C students. But you have 4 questions and at least 80% in your pocket. Please study. One more question and I shall entertain after that. Thank you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!! That make my job so much easier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's uni life afterall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6598596347057285097?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6598596347057285097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6598596347057285097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6598596347057285097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6598596347057285097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-stress-exam-hints.html' title='Exam stress.. Exam hints!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5081259549538762340</id><published>2008-10-27T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:06:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Hurray! Finally Michelle has completed her 2500 words of Economics research paper, a powerpoint presentation and a video presentation! All thanks to my darling. =) Thanks dear for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress level is going up again. Exams is just ONE WEEK'S TIME!! My darling is going for another week of field camp. This time round is at Tekong. Yes, I'll be love sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy. Bought two new pairs of Levi's jeans and dear bought one pair too. And we went to watch HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!! Trust me, it's another MUST-WATCH show. So so nice. I think it's better than the first two. It just makes me want to dance after watching it. I want to learn waltz dancing!! Eh, maybe need to lose some weight first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's mugging time. Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5081259549538762340?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5081259549538762340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5081259549538762340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5081259549538762340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5081259549538762340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6656891244387892891</id><published>2008-10-21T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:07:12.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love sick</title><content type='html'>My darling has gone for field camp. It started this morning and he will most probably be back by Friday. My phone has been quietly silent. I'm really not getting use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment is due next week and I'm not anywhere near. Exams are in 2 weeks time and I haven't started revision. My darling is going to Taiwan in 2 weeks time and I don't have time for him. I'm feeling the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been a day and I'm really not comfortable. I miss how he sms me to tell me that he miss me every now and then. I miss how he tell me to remember to drink lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon dear. We need to talk. )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6656891244387892891?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6656891244387892891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6656891244387892891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6656891244387892891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6656891244387892891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-sick.html' title='Love sick'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6809241648965142265</id><published>2008-10-18T08:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:53:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle picking nose on the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took a bus to school last week and I saw something so disgusting. This uncle was picking his nose while he was standing. I happened to stand beside him. As the bus got less crowded, both of us had a seat. I didn't want to sit beside him but I had no choice as the front people is moving towards the rear of the bus I just had to sit down. I was so scared that he might flicked it towards me. I'll probably jump and give him a slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued picking his nose and then he was holding on to the railing of the seat. There was this girl in front of him with shoulder-length hair. I could see his hands or rather fingers were so near her hair. He is such a disgusting guy. Just imagine with me: glossy oily hair, he has a weird smell, his shirt is pretty dirty brown, a little fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine every one picks their nose on the bus and touch everywhere. That reminds me how dirty the bus can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let me see that uncle again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cute to show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBK582VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/n4Qh_jvbMI4/s1600-h/16102008703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258289035620440402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBK582VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/n4Qh_jvbMI4/s320/16102008703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBdzZUwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bRjXVYM7UNI/s1600-h/16102008704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258289040693220098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBdzZUwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bRjXVYM7UNI/s320/16102008704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the difference right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBhr9kwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4QvAk166_14/s1600-h/16102008705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258289041735783170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBhr9kwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4QvAk166_14/s320/16102008705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where to find that mini lollipop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6809241648965142265?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6809241648965142265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6809241648965142265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6809241648965142265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6809241648965142265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/uncle-picking-nose-on-bus.html' title='Uncle picking nose on the bus'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPkyBK582VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/n4Qh_jvbMI4/s72-c/16102008703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1526637378878974801</id><published>2008-10-12T22:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:04:56.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum yum..</title><content type='html'>I've been like a volcano that erupted for two days on Thursday and Friday.. I can sense my blood pressure rising, my blood boiling and even my colleague thought I put on make up. Nope, I was so angry that my cheeks turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm not going to elaborate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Mamma Mia last night and it reminded me of my secondary school days when we used to play Abba Gold as our favourite piece of song in band. Songs like Dancing queen, mamma mia and more. Makes me want to dance too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Ben and his family at St Regis Hotel located at Orchard. Yes, both of us have never heard of this hotel before and to our surprise, this is a porch and classy hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the stairs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgI021OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KyM8jOpzsTI/s1600-h/12102008676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgI021OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KyM8jOpzsTI/s320/12102008676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275262336062690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The steps has little LED lights to light up the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgYCySLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kBUZ72nU0Ys/s1600-h/12102008686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgYCySLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kBUZ72nU0Ys/s320/12102008686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275266421016754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the beautiful lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgU0B9tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lEKE1Gwf52o/s1600-h/12102008685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgU0B9tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lEKE1Gwf52o/s320/12102008685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275265553823442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILWvhWnuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/baBM_n3wWPQ/s1600-h/12102008675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILWvhWnuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/baBM_n3wWPQ/s320/12102008675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256276200436178658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILWSDZUqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-jGhtgSGzDo/s1600-h/12102008672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILWSDZUqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-jGhtgSGzDo/s320/12102008672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256276192525898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His two sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILWl8oVcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/G5jeWILCSQg/s1600-h/12102008673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILWl8oVcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/G5jeWILCSQg/s320/12102008673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256276197866231234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our candid shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILXHeKqzI/AAAAAAAAANM/L4GZ6yMyjNU/s1600-h/12102008682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPILXHeKqzI/AAAAAAAAANM/L4GZ6yMyjNU/s320/12102008682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256276206865263410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very classy gents (of course Ben took the photos).&lt;br /&gt;The ladies look almost the same except without the urinals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMIp-y_2I/AAAAAAAAANc/L_Xnr4NBc6U/s1600-h/12102008678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMIp-y_2I/AAAAAAAAANc/L_Xnr4NBc6U/s320/12102008678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277057942519650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMJKISu-I/AAAAAAAAANk/PXJ6tmRJYAo/s1600-h/12102008679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMJKISu-I/AAAAAAAAANk/PXJ6tmRJYAo/s320/12102008679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277066572282850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMJUza4pI/AAAAAAAAANs/O724tz1jttc/s1600-h/12102008680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMJUza4pI/AAAAAAAAANs/O724tz1jttc/s320/12102008680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277069437526674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMJeDCxpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/o6KSJE10Sbk/s1600-h/12102008681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMJeDCxpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/o6KSJE10Sbk/s320/12102008681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277071918974610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The restaurant we had dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMw03GQCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8_FjZ17KPSw/s1600-h/12102008689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMw03GQCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8_FjZ17KPSw/s320/12102008689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277748057784354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ambiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMxB8p2II/AAAAAAAAAOE/wW8jde8Du8g/s1600-h/12102008668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMxB8p2II/AAAAAAAAAOE/wW8jde8Du8g/s320/12102008668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277751570749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The utensils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMxekeGAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vKHCvQe8UwU/s1600-h/12102008669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIMxekeGAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vKHCvQe8UwU/s320/12102008669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277759253944322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first dish: Beijing Roasted Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOta3OCSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IQ1vCLWQy3I/s1600-h/12102008690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOta3OCSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IQ1vCLWQy3I/s320/12102008690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279888562620706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our second dish: Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOtWBGL4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/dnnFVeigTLU/s1600-h/12102008691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOtWBGL4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/dnnFVeigTLU/s320/12102008691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279887261872002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In between meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOtne_3eI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PSIrvvL94r8/s1600-h/12102008692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOtne_3eI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PSIrvvL94r8/s320/12102008692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279891950689762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOt5aoM_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/L4vC87ESKIY/s1600-h/12102008693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOt5aoM_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/L4vC87ESKIY/s320/12102008693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279896764199922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOuA3wd9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_lglTKalvk4/s1600-h/12102008694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIOuA3wd9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_lglTKalvk4/s320/12102008694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279898765424594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third dish: Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRZ761gHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2VPLwh-39Ms/s1600-h/12102008695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRZ761gHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2VPLwh-39Ms/s320/12102008695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282852373659762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fourth dish: Tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRZ5jvOdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HH5sbS-6U2o/s1600-h/12102008696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRZ5jvOdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HH5sbS-6U2o/s320/12102008696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282851739908562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last dish: Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRaFeGgMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yyWPihunmJY/s1600-h/12102008697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRaFeGgMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yyWPihunmJY/s320/12102008697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282854937493698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessert: Mango Pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRaWWyhOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RWeuIzgJG7Q/s1600-h/12102008698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRaWWyhOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RWeuIzgJG7Q/s320/12102008698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282859470226658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessert: Melon with sago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRaXSxAxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7MF-WaJ-BuQ/s1600-h/12102008699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIRaXSxAxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7MF-WaJ-BuQ/s320/12102008699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282859721786130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessert: Red Bean Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPISAX5qPkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Rf1EbLxIZgo/s1600-h/12102008701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPISAX5qPkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Rf1EbLxIZgo/s320/12102008701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256283512719949378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we had dinner, his sister actually said this innocently:&lt;br /&gt;' Daddy, can you bring us to a place with more people?' We all laughed. When we entered, it seemed we were the only customers patronizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good, the ambiance was good just that we were all under dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to dream about it now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6810148-1526637378878974801?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1526637378878974801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1526637378878974801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1526637378878974801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1526637378878974801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/yum-yum.html' title='Yum yum..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SPIKgI021OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KyM8jOpzsTI/s72-c/12102008676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6698978616720977476</id><published>2008-10-06T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:35:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful flowers</title><content type='html'>It's been a sweet, sometimes hectic, sometimes short, sometimes busy two months for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a surprise at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOovvd5_SCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6225QixKoGA/s1600-h/Image732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOovvd5_SCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6225QixKoGA/s320/Image732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254064407809312802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received flowers before but this time round is different. It's a sweet feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6698978616720977476?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6698978616720977476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6698978616720977476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6698978616720977476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6698978616720977476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-beautiful-flowers.html' title='My beautiful flowers'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOovvd5_SCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6225QixKoGA/s72-c/Image732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7812389725579548588</id><published>2008-10-02T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:15:40.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch at TCC&lt;/span&gt; - The day before&lt;br /&gt;This was a drink that I found out happen to be my favourite. It contains.. NUTELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The glass is small, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTgziiIrEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AoI1LMyZ4nc/s1600-h/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTgziiIrEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AoI1LMyZ4nc/s320/IMG_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570241468771394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was busying sms-ing my darling during lunch time while enjoying my drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTg0CGnYlI/AAAAAAAAALE/0j1rLMQBsmo/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTg0CGnYlI/AAAAAAAAALE/0j1rLMQBsmo/s320/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570249943278162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't describe how nice it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTg0WnU6EI/AAAAAAAAALM/DUgCbzhVXeY/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTg0WnU6EI/AAAAAAAAALM/DUgCbzhVXeY/s320/IMG_0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570255449188418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTg0WnU6EI/AAAAAAAAALM/DUgCbzhVXeY/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peach Blossom Dim Sum&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I went to Peach Blossom for dim sum buffet with my darling. I didn't take any photos but I would say you should go there and try. It's really nice. Very juicy and fresh! You get to eat all the food hot! Yum Yum. Never buy any coke in there. It's very expensive. $9 for a glass of coke not including the 17% GST and service charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh found it! I managed to take a picture of the dessert. Very pretty dessert and yummy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTibhnXokI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rb4xFWCWuSk/s1600-h/Image727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTibhnXokI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rb4xFWCWuSk/s320/Image727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572027928683074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what we wore. Our lovely tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben's tee shows a boy holding a shirt with a 'L' on it and the pair of shorts hanging on the string with an 'O' on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTicOzHpBI/AAAAAAAAALk/7_IzbOeKwxY/s1600-h/01102008637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTicOzHpBI/AAAAAAAAALk/7_IzbOeKwxY/s320/01102008637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572040057562130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mine's a girl hanging a blouse with a 'V' on it and she's holding a shirt with a 'E' on it. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTicM11kfI/AAAAAAAAALs/TJNyd_FcRmI/s1600-h/01102008644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTicM11kfI/AAAAAAAAALs/TJNyd_FcRmI/s320/01102008644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572039532089842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That makes L-O-V-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch at Tiong Bahru&lt;/span&gt; Today&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my colleagues today.&lt;br /&gt;I love their cakes on the lovely plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lychee Martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTib6SzMII/AAAAAAAAALc/BR42Migzh_U/s1600-h/Image728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTib6SzMII/AAAAAAAAALc/BR42Migzh_U/s320/Image728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572034553294978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time seems to be running short. He is going to Taiwan soon, I've got tones of assignments due soon, exams are coming and I haven't start any of my revision! Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's okay. He understands. After my exams will be havoc time! Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spending our precious time together..&lt;/span&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/6810148-7812389725579548588?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7812389725579548588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7812389725579548588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7812389725579548588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7812389725579548588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/10/food.html' title='Food..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SOTgziiIrEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AoI1LMyZ4nc/s72-c/IMG_0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4767236175053161637</id><published>2008-09-25T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:44:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident 230908</title><content type='html'>Yes I had another car accident.&lt;br /&gt;I shall let the pictures do the talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1814hrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damage from left view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOFWron_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/zCzQd6F_qGg/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOFWron_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/zCzQd6F_qGg/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946013269532658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damage from right view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOGkqBezI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zgvIk9aSexY/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOGkqBezI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zgvIk9aSexY/s320/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946034200738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOGFkMcWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wUxHl1ENVUY/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOGFkMcWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wUxHl1ENVUY/s320/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946025854792034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My lost: Trauma, one big bump on my head, cuts and scratches + 1 stitch and lost of blood on the right arm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: I guess I'm not supposed to publish what had happened here as I'm still on a police case. Anything please don't call or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; me because I had been too busy doing that. I need a break. I'll tell you when I see you. By the way, I was hit by a 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonner&lt;/span&gt; just in case you were guessing what that big block is that hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gain:&lt;br /&gt;- God preserved my life (Well, the fact that I can blog) and both of my colleagues' lives (Though I'm the only one injured).&lt;br /&gt;- Hey I've my left hand intact! My master hand.&lt;br /&gt;- My colleagues who were there to comfort me, especially my VP who specially make sure my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Godma&lt;/span&gt; update him even at night. I became famous overnight when everyone in my office and the WHOLE building seems to know the girl who drove the red car had an accident just outside the office gate.&lt;br /&gt;- Colleagues and cousins came down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt; to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- My parents who worried more about me than the stupid car. (Hehe I didn't get scolding..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Friends and family (both of Ben's parents too) who called.&lt;br /&gt;- My boyfriend who consistently reminded me that he is there for me even though he is at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tekong&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Still alive and smiling. I guess I won't be driving for now. Anyway, the car needs 3 months break for it to come back to live!&lt;/span&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/6810148-4767236175053161637?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4767236175053161637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4767236175053161637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4767236175053161637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4767236175053161637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/09/car-accident-230908.html' title='Car Accident 230908'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SNuOFWron_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/zCzQd6F_qGg/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2333742986903860247</id><published>2008-09-14T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:26:04.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It revived again!</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm back. Been real busy with a lot of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with work. Hurray! Boss not around so havoc time! Yes I've been disappearing from office. Hoping to finish my back log by this week and start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;Introducing to you my godma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SM0bBktaWXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k93xj-vFADk/s1600-h/Image709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SM0bBktaWXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k93xj-vFADk/s320/Image709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245878854804461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty right? I'm sure I'm well taken care of. Been eating a lot of different brands of mooncakes lately. Too many mooncakes in office. Hey it's mid-autumn festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well school just started term 2. I miss my friends in the other class. I've got new friends and new people doing new project. I can sense my burning weekend doing project again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling has been real sweet to me. Where to find a boyfriend who is willing to sacrifice his favourite soccer game to wash car with me? Where to find a boyfriend who gives in to me and pamper like a queen? Who would buy a special and expensive phone for me with no reason and no occasion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just had his POP and of course I was there. I can't tell you how proud I am to be his girlfriend. Tough days had gone and more to come. I'm very sure I'll be here to give him moral support. Yup, for honour and glory, for weekends, for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;I helped him out in his BBQ with his camp mates last Friday. We really spent quality time buying food, preparing and spending time with his friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm the fortunate one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne just celebrated her 21st birthday. Daryl's coming soon. All my friends are turning 21! Yeah that means we are FREE!! The legal age! Hey people, we need to do something special together. I don't know what but nothing illegal of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2333742986903860247?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2333742986903860247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2333742986903860247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2333742986903860247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2333742986903860247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-revived-again.html' title='It revived again!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SM0bBktaWXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k93xj-vFADk/s72-c/Image709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4603445013556094502</id><published>2008-08-28T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:19:31.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates.. Okay Summary..</title><content type='html'>Blurmich hasn't blog for a long time and she forgot her login id. How smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm bitching about work and people around. Well, that wasn't how Organizational Behaviour taught me. Hey, I'm studying it in the boss point of view, so as an employee, I can still talk back to my supervisor and I can talk behind his back (literally when he just sits behind me during tea time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday 10km run was pretty fun. It was a mere 10km and I think I kinda past 3 ERP gantries and I heard some army guys asking his friends to bring out their cashcards. Quite dumb. But I didn't realized ERP gantries were everywhere even though I drive a lot! I had fun at the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so happy that I passed my waiver exam. Thank God I passed! I didn't even have a glimpse of hope that I will pass and considering that I haven't written any formal report since after 'O' Levels. I remembered writing non-stop for that 3 hours paper. So so glad that I passed that paper. So that means I Don't have to take that module = Don't have to attend Saturday lessons (3 full hours each with 3 assignments consists of Critic writing, Report writing and CV) = Save Time = Save $$!! Well yes 4 credit points. It's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the flu virus is coming back again. When one person gets it, more people will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new godma! This Auntie in office always tells me that she has 3 sons ages 22, 20 and 14. The eldest is not to be attached and she said I'm old enough to be her daughter. After a long conversation I asked her if she needs a goddaughter and TaDa! I got a new godma. She passed me a few packets of herbal tea, feeds me well and most of all feeds me chocolates! Yes I have a motherly figure in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1am and my darling hasn't call yet. I don't think he will call. This poor panda has been up since 5 am surviving with only 4 hours of sleep last night. I wonder if he is back in his bunk. But he promised he will sms me. I'm waiting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4603445013556094502?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4603445013556094502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4603445013556094502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4603445013556094502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4603445013556094502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-updates-okay-summary.html' title='Quick Updates.. Okay Summary..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-95126969994052394</id><published>2008-08-16T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:44:52.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update..</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is never ending. True.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are never ending. Very true.&lt;br /&gt;People still the same. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to remember what I need to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, most of the people around me know. Introducing my new found beloved boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who brought me to the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-040808- (Pisss, you don't need to know what this mean..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back soon dear. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-95126969994052394?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/95126969994052394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=95126969994052394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/95126969994052394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/95126969994052394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Another update..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-336477176099854061</id><published>2008-07-31T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:20:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging for a long time. Too many things going on at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just attended a friend's wedding last weekend. I was helping out as her keyboardist and her emcee for the dinner as well. Believe it or not, I can't differentiate moose with hair spray. I remembered I just grab any that I could find at the convenient stall during the week. My hair became so still and hard after spraying that and I had a super hard time trying to wash it off that night. Not forgetting spending some money on the make up which was quite well done but I guess the tone was too fair for me. In addition to that another sum of money for my medical fee for the next day I was home being a merlion. I vomited some greenish stuffs in the morning and after consulting the doctor and consumed some medication, I continued to be a merlion till evening. I was puking just right outside the toilet doorstep, couldn't make it in time for the correct place to puke. Poor me, still had to clean up the mess after that. At the end of the day, I had to re-visit the doctor for a jab to stop the vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just started last week. I'm liking it. Tuesday lesson is more interesting than Wednesday class. My lecturer is pretty experienced. I love her lesson. I can even imitate her! Wednesday is more boring and worse still, my lecturer is from China! Not that I have anything against them, but half of the time I really don't understand what she was trying to say and we are her first class. That means, she has no experience in teaching! I need to work doubly hard for this module. Quizzes are coming, group projects are starting and I'm seeing the deadline. Why do I have this feeling that my weekends will be burnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is piling up. This time round more CBD areas (means more ERP, parking rates are super high blah blah..) and more hospitals. From G... Hospital in town, to C... Hospital in the east, to N... Hospital in the west. Coverage in the mortuary room? You must be kidding!?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there bound to have some idiots in the workplace. I wonder if this guy served his NS. Didn't his PC tell him to go through the proper channel flow of command? You don't go to your OC or CO as and when you like or when you feel like complaining/bitching/blah blah. You may try and see what you will get, mind you, even Mr. Lee got into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bitch a person so badly before. Yah even if I don't work well with you, I'll try to complete whatever is needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He emailed me about details for meeting to get to site, putting this mail as a high importance mail and CC to my boss. CC MY BOSS? I don't know what he is thinking. Email bosses at 1am, email sent to higher authorities and by-passing his immediate boss. He is giving everyone trouble and asking everyone for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule of thumb: 1. Don't make your problem become my problem. 2. I will help if you ask, provided you try your best too. 3. Stay away from such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="11" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-336477176099854061?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/336477176099854061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=336477176099854061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/336477176099854061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/336477176099854061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4008595351189183453</id><published>2008-07-20T23:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:38:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Singapore Flyer</title><content type='html'>My first time to Singapore Flyer. Purpose was to be able to get a close and good view of the fireworks at the National Day Parade (NDP) Rehearsal and dinner at Popeye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken and Seafood Combo.&lt;br /&gt;The bun there is really special. I actually prefer it to be sweet rather than salty.&lt;br /&gt;It is crispy on the outside and soft in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;The chicken meat is less oily compared to other places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUwMb5hTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/335e9Z-ytOo/s1600-h/19072008506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUwMb5hTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/335e9Z-ytOo/s320/19072008506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113179628602674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catjun Fries: Superb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUwVoVYKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bGzb4ZOCPZs/s1600-h/19072008507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUwVoVYKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bGzb4ZOCPZs/s320/19072008507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113182096679074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left to Right: Coleslaw,  mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;Very special taste.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUy6Xe57I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wdJT4cKMmKQ/s1600-h/19072008510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUy6Xe57I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wdJT4cKMmKQ/s320/19072008510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113226317850546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very cute spoon-fork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUxGOMOqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fUf85N2ZW-U/s1600-h/19072008509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUxGOMOqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fUf85N2ZW-U/s320/19072008509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113195140364962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After dinner and walking around we were about to head home.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYTJKpERI/AAAAAAAAAHs/a7QdHnHriVs/s1600-h/20072008544_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYTJKpERI/AAAAAAAAAHs/a7QdHnHriVs/s320/20072008544_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225117078581219602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES! I went up and took a ride in the capsule! It came quite as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let the photos speak for itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A photo taken when it started moving as I went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXR1iNx_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7peSB91KRXU/s1600-h/19072008512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXR1iNx_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7peSB91KRXU/s320/19072008512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225115956619888626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking up in the capsule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXSNtcd0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZgWrWhbQ-yA/s1600-h/19072008513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXSNtcd0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZgWrWhbQ-yA/s320/19072008513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225115963109439298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where the NDP is. They were packing up to go home.&lt;br /&gt;This was just one quarter of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXSW3kSnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xnwAqvMqn8w/s1600-h/19072008521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXSW3kSnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xnwAqvMqn8w/s320/19072008521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225115965567814258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was where I was almost reaching the highest point looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYT4GRxhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FWjvDWFZxio/s1600-h/19072008538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYT4GRxhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FWjvDWFZxio/s320/19072008538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225117091179382290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes the highest point of the flyer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYUMO6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/BKcR-UvuS60/s1600-h/19072008530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYUMO6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/BKcR-UvuS60/s320/19072008530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225117096584299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I forget about the inside of where I was?&lt;br /&gt;It can contain 28 people. Pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;Oh there were two other couples in the same capsule as we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXSgvaICI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U81s3yBw_uE/s1600-h/19072008536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINXSgvaICI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U81s3yBw_uE/s320/19072008536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225115968217948194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And me posing in there of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYUYky0NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yRHWFD6RHRM/s1600-h/Me+190708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINYUYky0NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yRHWFD6RHRM/s320/Me+190708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225117099897311442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not forgetting the one who surprised me and made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINZ4BSHlvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Bh-rpvI1c8o/s1600-h/Me+and+Ben+190708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINZ4BSHlvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Bh-rpvI1c8o/s320/Me+and+Ben+190708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225118811631884018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4008595351189183453?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4008595351189183453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4008595351189183453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4008595351189183453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4008595351189183453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-trip-to-singapore-flyer.html' title='My trip to Singapore Flyer'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SINUwMb5hTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/335e9Z-ytOo/s72-c/19072008506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5441089248438118850</id><published>2008-07-16T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:44:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>I went Underwater World today! It was so tiring, I went there for work purpose. I had to comb the area but I also had an eye-opening experience to the restricted area that is above the huge tank. As I walked past the huge tank, I was wondering if the sharks will jump out like how it was shown in the movies, or something suck me down into the tank... I saw a handsome muscular guy who just wore his swimming trunks and passed me by, my heart was thumping super fast. I saw many of them just dive into the water to either feed the fishes or clean up the tank with a huge vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I fed stingrays! They were so cute and they come like a sucker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;, not supposed to say it but I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OTOT&lt;/span&gt; session after finishing my work. It had been a super long time since I last went to underwater world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer was so helpful. He was finding my antenna, our equipments and teaching me about fishes too. By the way, the Dolphin Lagoon is going to shift to just right beside the Underwater World. I hope I can get a chance to go in for free when they shift. I haven't seen any pink dolphins yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to change my job.. 7 months bonus is pretty tempting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5441089248438118850?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5441089248438118850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5441089248438118850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5441089248438118850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5441089248438118850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-573101723153923815</id><published>2008-07-10T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:59:49.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a mess..</title><content type='html'>This happened last week when I came home one day after work. To my horror it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxPBrGhMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9MGBtsj12Qs/s1600-h/Image667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxPBrGhMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9MGBtsj12Qs/s320/Image667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414952199685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole house was messed up with tissue paper and pieces of paper from god-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the culprit who did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxP2s4QSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8m8Zaztbamk/s1600-h/Image668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxP2s4QSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8m8Zaztbamk/s320/Image668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414966434218274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the innocent look again. Poor me I had to clean up the whole house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look what I found on my colleague's desk! I thought it was quite cute and funny. I laughed when I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxOUXxRVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V_t2EncmfxU/s1600-h/Image666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxOUXxRVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V_t2EncmfxU/s320/Image666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414940039005522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-573101723153923815?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/573101723153923815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=573101723153923815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/573101723153923815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/573101723153923815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-mess.html' title='What a mess..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SHYxPBrGhMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9MGBtsj12Qs/s72-c/Image667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-264441317369370261</id><published>2008-07-10T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:14:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again..</title><content type='html'>It's one of those moment again where you just need to hog the printer and the non-stop printing process just goes on for the whole day. Pretty stupid to see a new printer just right beside the old one yet can't be used. Finally I made the opening ceremony to be the first to use it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine how many trees I've killed today. 4 rims of A4 and 2 rims of A3 size paper. My colleague used all the whole of A3 stock and I even had to resort to buying A3 paper during lunch break! I don't know what kind of job I'm doing now. Anyway, I cannot believe that Clementi Central doesn't sell a single rim of A3 paper. I had to make a trip to IMM to find them. HR was so worried that we might just print until the company go bankrupt and quickly gave us each our own password instead of using a shared account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole round of punching holes and filing them will be another hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper cut still hurts the most..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-264441317369370261?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/264441317369370261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=264441317369370261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/264441317369370261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/264441317369370261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-again.html' title='Not again..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8971833493843215850</id><published>2008-07-09T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:25:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet..</title><content type='html'>'Life is short. Make it shorter. Join the Army' -Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard it from someone. I think to some extend it's pretty true. Maybe I should drop that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working more, work is piling up.&lt;br /&gt;I hope and I'm keeping my fingers cross that I don't have to travel overseas to do some site surveys - least not in the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lesser money (Where did they go to?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping earlier and earlier-after 12mn means early (I'm blogging now, what do you think?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more pimples.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating less.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazier to go out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not updating and reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting school soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting stress.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8971833493843215850?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8971833493843215850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8971833493843215850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8971833493843215850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8971833493843215850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7704835297607264825</id><published>2008-07-07T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:23:42.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>It's Midnight. That means it's Monday already. If I don't sleep by 11pm on a Sunday night I'll hit by a serious bug call Monday blues that will cause my body to not function properly for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I'm really tired after a 4km plus run then worked through the night till 4am and woke up at 9am to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm getting myself into. If everything fails again, I don't know if I can survive for the next 10 years. Why didn't they tell me the truth and the details? I didn't ask because all I wanted to do was to help them in every little way I could. It's a great disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he hasn't really seen me cry so badly after knowing each other for so many years. I couldn't hold my tears after such a long day at my aunt's place, hearing and knowing that things just not going as it should be. Thanks for being there and lending me a listening ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7704835297607264825?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7704835297607264825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7704835297607264825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7704835297607264825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7704835297607264825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6942900199345617863</id><published>2008-07-05T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:58:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic jam again..</title><content type='html'>It's not making any sense to me anymore. It took me one hour to get from my house to Orchard, considering I left my house at 8am. I paid $6 for getting through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ERP&lt;/span&gt; gantries and there it was, heavy traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then took me another one hour to get home from my office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mandai&lt;/span&gt; had a small accident, the car in front wasn't event scratched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I felt like today is my doom's day. I almost had 2 accidents in a day.&lt;br /&gt;1. I was traveling to Zion Road from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bahru&lt;/span&gt; Road and it was my fault to make a sharp abrupt left turn. The loud screeching sound wasn't my car that skid, it was the cab who jammed brake on time just not to hit me. The chase followed by a loud and long horn made me almost feel like digging a hole in the ground to bury myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mandai&lt;/span&gt; and the stupid car and I was about to filter left and right immediately and someone just cut my lane. Almost hit that car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the traffic and drivers these days? I think I'm too tired after yesterday's 3.5km run. My whole body is aching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6942900199345617863?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6942900199345617863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6942900199345617863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6942900199345617863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6942900199345617863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/traffic-jam-again.html' title='Traffic jam again..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-612001265018766339</id><published>2008-07-02T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:54:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitching session..</title><content type='html'>It's been a super long time since we last meet up and BITCHED about everything at McDonald after a super funny movie. -SUICIDE Helpline: Call 1800-Don't-Do-It-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes EVERYTHING! You see, it was from the people you like to dislike, love to hate, circle of friends,  God's calling, remembering the good-old-days and wondered what happened next and where it went wrong, the disappointments, the anger, the frustrations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I seemed to have bottom some of these for a long long long time until I can let it out all at one go and know that actually I'm not alone. Some stuffs like the deepest darkest secret can be shared to couple of people who really know you for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems like tomorrow is a weekend for me but it's not.It's almost 3am and I'm still up. Just another medical check up and it's an official day for me to declare it a holiday for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-612001265018766339?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/612001265018766339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=612001265018766339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/612001265018766339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/612001265018766339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitching-session.html' title='Bitching session..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8826931075942724803</id><published>2008-06-29T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:02:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another punk..</title><content type='html'>My BEST FRIEND is BACK and I was the LAST person ON EARTH to know! Thanks to all my crazy friends (you know who you are) and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;punked&lt;/span&gt; unknowingly and for no reason. Hey! My birthday past many months ago! -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll grow fat instantly just by eating with her in one setting. The donuts are great and too sweet and I think I'm having sugar rush after eating so many of them. Oh how can I forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Belgian&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate Ice Cream!! (I just reminded of the 2 tubs of Island Creamy ice cream - Apple Pie rules!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the crazy moments are back again! We need GIRLS' TALK!! GIRLS shopping!! GIRLS tanning!! GIRLS stay over!! GIRLS STUFFS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!! So guys, you should know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very precious week. Too much to talk about, too much to do, too much for an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8826931075942724803?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8826931075942724803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8826931075942724803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8826931075942724803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8826931075942724803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-punk.html' title='Another punk..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5335501635725278466</id><published>2008-06-27T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:44:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinted rear mirror..</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Guess wat!? I've got a new toy! Not exactly a new toy but I didn't regret buying a Loooonger and BIggeR rear mirror. All I wanted was just to TAKE A LOOK and maybe find a bigger rear mirror and I realized there are so many kinds - Flat mirror, convex, LED lights at the sides, solar energy based, longer, wider, some even decorated with diamonds, etc.. But what for? Because I saw one that is blue - Tinted blue rear mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It best work for sunny day. It's like putting on a pair of sunglasses for your rear mirror. It shields off all the sunlight glares that can be hurtful to your eyes. And it also works well for night driving! It is to help you conquer some irritating drivers who loves to on their headlights and fog lights or those who changed to some stupid LED lights that can be so irritating to other drivers. Yes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue tinted rear mirror. You're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thing's not quite right in the office. People seemed to have disappeared. Nobody seems to want to go back to office. I guess all of us are stuck in the same situation. NO SITES can be done! Sigh.. Days seem to be easier to pass with pressure and work to be done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5335501635725278466?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5335501635725278466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5335501635725278466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5335501635725278466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5335501635725278466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/tinted-rear-mirror.html' title='Tinted rear mirror..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6585498861614691735</id><published>2008-06-22T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:57:54.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Stay..</title><content type='html'>Finally I got discharged on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being paranoid, thinking that I might be infected with dengue but to my horror, my GP told me it might be appendicitis and referred me to the hospital straight away on Monday night. After waiting for few hours, I mean 4 hours, I was discharged and the doctors said there was nothing wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling any better. I couldn't believe the doctors didn't do ANY scan on my stomach and discharged me. So on Tuesday afternoon, I decided to look for a second opinion and went for a CT scan. Again, the doctor suspected I had appendicitis but the scan result was cleared. I went back to SGH and this time round, they admitted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning at about 3 am, the doctor came and told me they might want to scope me. I was put on a drip. Never let the doctor insert the stupid drip on you. I saw my blood spilling out from the tube and my blood was dripping from my pinkie to the floor. 7am, doctors came and made me drink laxative. 2 litres to be exact to prepare me for the scope. I went to the toilet countless times and I was feeling weak. After 1 hour, they decided not to scope me. I drank half of the laxative and I felt so cheated! Poor me I was running to the toilet many many times until I gave up wearing their pants because it was TOO BIG. I survived with my FBT shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when they told me I could eat something on Thursday morning, I was so happy. Breakfast came and I was so happy to be able to drink milo. Shortly after taking 2 sips, the nurse came and took my breakfast away telling me that they had to fast me because they wanted to do an ultrasound scan on me. My tears almost rolled down from my eyes. After the scan in the afternoon, I finally ate porridge for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally discharged on Friday and the cause was some gastric problem. I asked the nurse if I was the sexiest patient in the ward because many nurses were shocked seeing me without shorts! They thought I didn't wear anything. -Laughs- I did, just that my shorts are short! I went home and weighed myself and found out that I lost 4KG in 4 DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who came and visit me. I really appreciate it. How can I forget those who smsed me too? Thank you thank you. It's lonely to stay in the hospital. I survived with PSP, songs and the tv outside my room. Oh well, I kinda miss the hospital bed with the buttons - not the red button with the white cross but the one that helps to go up and down.. up and down.. up and up.. down and down.. up down up down.. (if you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bad news shortly I came back. I received a letter from the traffic police. I was caught speeding. After checking out the exact time and location, I remembered it was the day I had to rush to site to do a test. My pocket is going to be a big hole and 6 demerit points. HELP ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6585498861614691735?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6585498861614691735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6585498861614691735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6585498861614691735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6585498861614691735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/hospital-stay.html' title='Hospital Stay..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2066092116528338927</id><published>2008-06-13T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:45:37.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commando camp.. Childhood Memories..</title><content type='html'>Just came back after sending a friend who got enlisted to Commando. I was brought back to some childhood memories. As I was talking to one of the Warrant Officers who looked quite familiar, he told me that he was one of those 'Uncles' who played with me when I was younger whenever I go to my mom's workplace as a little visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would play with me and chase me around. Yeah, I remembered that. Slowly everyone seemed to know both my parents and some sent their regards to them. I was very proud to say that my mom saved their lives as they were going through Airbone training as my mom had to pack their chutes. Mummy is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after looking the video clip of what and how these men do to protect our country, I owe them a big thank you. Every role is just as important. I come to be more understanding too. The food was.. I think was fine but not to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked quite sad. I guess it's just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2066092116528338927?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2066092116528338927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2066092116528338927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2066092116528338927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2066092116528338927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/commando-camp-childhood-memories.html' title='Commando camp.. Childhood Memories..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3296500228853780456</id><published>2008-06-11T19:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:28:07.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food!!</title><content type='html'>Finally get a chance to blog this overdue post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Shangri-la Hotel for a buffet farewell dinner for another person going to be enlisted this Friday. Anyway it is posh hotel with great buffet variety from seafood to chinese food to indian food to shelves and shelves of dessert. Oh my, my first time there and I felt so 'mountain tortoise'. I didn't even dare to use my hands..&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Seafood and Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6V1wSuKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gRUl8q-v0tw/s1600-h/09062008373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6V1wSuKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gRUl8q-v0tw/s320/09062008373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210588178260605090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6WSSuGlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cM544MoNPKo/s1600-h/09062008377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6WSSuGlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cM544MoNPKo/s320/09062008377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210588185921198674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                Lobster is huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6XLpjdMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MJhsZqtoluo/s1600-h/09062008379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6XLpjdMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MJhsZqtoluo/s320/09062008379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210588201317790914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                            And the fresh Sashimi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6XnuYOiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xY95h1eoPUE/s1600-h/09062008378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6XnuYOiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xY95h1eoPUE/s320/09062008378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210588208854219298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating all this, I was pretty sure I was quite full. Eh.. Quite.. Did I not tell you that all this food was just one section? I haven't really touch any of the main course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead with nibbling some normal food i.e. chicken, beef, fish, prawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-8NPctLLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k6XwSqP3jtE/s1600-h/09062008380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-8NPctLLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k6XwSqP3jtE/s320/09062008380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210590229562207410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-73QxFxfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zjCqLDBGHiw/s1600-h/09062008375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-73QxFxfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zjCqLDBGHiw/s320/09062008375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210589851959018994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, the fondue was (I forgot to take a picture of it!! I was simply too excited!) great. The strawberry was huge and sweet! I wanted to try everything but my stomach couldn't contain ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-74Hf0vXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XrfCnE9w8co/s1600-h/09062008382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-74Hf0vXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XrfCnE9w8co/s320/09062008382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210589866650549618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-74hfLcYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3rBDNfAWn3A/s1600-h/09062008383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-74hfLcYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3rBDNfAWn3A/s320/09062008383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210589873627165058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ice cream, jelly beans, chocolate and mango crepe and more chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I was super full. I thought I ate an elephant to fill up my small stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dream that I would be dining at a posh hotel in my life. Furthermore this used to be one of the site I was working on with my ex-colleague. It was because of work that I come to know about more roads and places.&lt;br /&gt;And you can see, I think I didn't eat worth that amount his aunt paid (I don't think the number of lobster and oyster I ate cover the cost). Please starve me 3 days 3 nights before you consider bringing me to a buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that the hotel was organizing a function for the Poshe club. So many poshed cars. My eyes almost dropped when I saw them parking together. It was like a Poshe garage. I wished I own just one. One will do.. I know I can't afford so I was in a fantasy of cars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--3jjddaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FALw0MziM3k/s1600-h/09062008388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--3jjddaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FALw0MziM3k/s320/09062008388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593155537008034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--4CFRlII/AAAAAAAAAFk/KAt3HTpuZFA/s1600-h/09062008385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--4CFRlII/AAAAAAAAAFk/KAt3HTpuZFA/s320/09062008385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593163731899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--4q23DNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VM8BIY3gs_c/s1600-h/09062008386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--4q23DNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VM8BIY3gs_c/s320/09062008386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593174677294290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this is quite special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--5fRQOcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KZ0W9n0jrKs/s1600-h/09062008390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE--5fRQOcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KZ0W9n0jrKs/s320/09062008390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210593188746639810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for ATM and he lent me $50 and said 'Take it you're giving me a chance to meet you someday when I'm out...'&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I returned that $50. I don't mind meeting up with any reason or for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;= = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my colleagues think I'm a 'Mountain Tortoise'. I didn't know that mouse 'eats' elephant in animal chess. I haven't play animal chess in my entire life. Well, at least I know that elephants are afraid of mouse to enter their big ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that are so many 'He-Shes' around these days and what it meant by 'selling backside'. Okay, I shall not go into details about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3296500228853780456?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3296500228853780456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3296500228853780456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3296500228853780456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3296500228853780456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/food.html' title='Food!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SE-6V1wSuKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gRUl8q-v0tw/s72-c/09062008373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5335257629282754123</id><published>2008-06-07T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:57:13.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Credit goes to Mythbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are afraid of mice! Well they aren't like in the cartoons where they will give a loud trumpet roar and stomp away in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually stopped to make sure and walked away to avoid it, quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5335257629282754123?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5335257629282754123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5335257629282754123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5335257629282754123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5335257629282754123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/credit-goes-to-mythbusters.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-43813506395639790</id><published>2008-06-07T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:51:53.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I ever have a choice, you will never be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Not in my entire lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to find another hiding place..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-43813506395639790?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/43813506395639790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=43813506395639790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/43813506395639790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/43813506395639790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-ever-have-choice-you-will-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4886602231108403219</id><published>2008-06-04T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:54:13.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I was at the new extension building of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Northpoint&lt;/span&gt; Shopping Centre. It's like seeing something being born, from nothing to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is neither indoor nor outdoor signal at the building right now so I was not able to make calls or receive any calls. Basements were the worse place to be. It was filled with dust, pretty dark and almost no ventilation. I felt I was breathing in chuck of air filled with cement and dust because of all the drilling. The site was quite messy. I felt as though I'm one of the Si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; earthquake survivors who is buried under the debris, trying very hard to breathe and waiting for rescuers to save me, well except that I had more space to roam about. A silly thought came to my mind when I was surveying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt; at Basement 2. But what if the building collapsed and I'm all the way at the basement?! I was thinking if I should write my last words on my mobile and save it in my draft folder. Mind you, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uncontactable&lt;/span&gt; at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of the repeated telecast charity show that I watched that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4886602231108403219?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4886602231108403219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4886602231108403219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4886602231108403219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4886602231108403219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8507302178940196873</id><published>2008-05-28T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:12:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember not to stay 'homeless' for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Remember not to 'float' about for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to go to a church.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to find your passion back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Yes I miss serving in church, suppers, sharing, cell group, girls talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months has past..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8507302178940196873?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8507302178940196873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8507302178940196873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8507302178940196873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8507302178940196873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/reminder.html' title='Reminder..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7817500271769886969</id><published>2008-05-25T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:47:38.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Why does weekends seem so much harder to pass lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was usually packed with BB, worship practice, services, meetings, hang outs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward most to weekends and wished I had them longer.. Maybe 4 day work week is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got to find something to entertain myself till it's over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know why I'm emo-ing too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7817500271769886969?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7817500271769886969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7817500271769886969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7817500271769886969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7817500271769886969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-2191085282010387379</id><published>2008-05-21T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:31:39.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She and her mischief..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQj_fcwEFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Uz71WXw2czs/s1600-h/18052008250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQj_fcwEFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Uz71WXw2czs/s320/18052008250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202823043200585810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog has been up to her mischief lately. Maybe it's the walk lately. She seems to know that we are going out without her so she has has been guarding the door. The moment anyone opens the door, she will be all ready to run out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what she did this time round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQj_vcwEGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IqVNGlHuPjQ/s1600-h/21052008274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQj_vcwEGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IqVNGlHuPjQ/s320/21052008274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202823047495553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think my beloved Eeyore is on the floor (It's in the living room by the way)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clever her went to my room and caught it from my bed. That's her staring at the poor Eeyore and pretended that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQkAfcwEHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FeKQFEB4pPA/s1600-h/21052008280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQkAfcwEHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FeKQFEB4pPA/s320/21052008280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202823060380455026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-2191085282010387379?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/2191085282010387379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=2191085282010387379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2191085282010387379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/2191085282010387379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-and-her-mischief.html' title='She and her mischief..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SDQj_fcwEFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Uz71WXw2czs/s72-c/18052008250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1639877007069482766</id><published>2008-05-19T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:28:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Emo Post</title><content type='html'>My sleepless nights and lost of appetite was just the symptoms of my worries. I can't help but to think more. I admit that it's a sign of not trusting God. It just leads me feeling more emo each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a wake just now and heard a very touching testimony that a daughter could say to her father's wake service. I was moved to uncontrolled tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what I would say at my father's wake. Will my dad be able to hear what I want to say about missing him? Will I be able to move others to tears with my testimony that I'm proud to have such a father and proud to be his daughter and the things we do together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea. Do you know how difficult to say 'I love you' when half of the time I don't feel that I do because what he did hurts me so much? What will happen if my mom would to go home first? I honestly think I have more to say about my mom than my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for your lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-1639877007069482766?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1639877007069482766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1639877007069482766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1639877007069482766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1639877007069482766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-emo-post.html' title='My Emo Post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4168025952359584074</id><published>2008-05-17T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:39:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake...</title><content type='html'>Earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching the news lately and realized life is so unpredictable. One life can be saved yet there's still a possibility of dying. If not, amputated arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless, the lost, the lonely. Most of all, they lost something most precious to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart ache whenever I watch the news and I could feel tears resting at the corner of my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4168025952359584074?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4168025952359584074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4168025952359584074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4168025952359584074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4168025952359584074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7376032329635914433</id><published>2008-05-14T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:32:59.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blisters..</title><content type='html'>I'm quite surprised to see one small blister in between my toes that is not painful even after bursting it. The abrasion between them had caused the tiny blister. I remember wearing a new pair of shoes and the abrasion actually caused my blisters to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just take something to burst it to feel the pain. It happened.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't feel it because you can't be bothered. It happened many times too. Sometimes you can't decide if you want to burst it because you have no idea it will be painful or not. It happened so many times that I can't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you can make decision. Please don't cause any blisters among us because you have no idea which cause the pain when you burst it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fail to plan, you plan to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I'm in the communication line I jolly well know how to communicate well-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7376032329635914433?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7376032329635914433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7376032329635914433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7376032329635914433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7376032329635914433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/blisters.html' title='Blisters..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3595974910593932837</id><published>2008-05-13T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:45:59.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up..</title><content type='html'>I hope you are reading this even though I'm no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel so heartache hearing such things like that coming from you. If you think these people have been a bad influence over my life and some of my friends' lives, why didn't you come and tell us? Why didn't you do something? And you are just letting us fall together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really wonder why we are so close to them? That is because they are genuine towards us. Nothing to hide. They are the ones who walked with me through tough times (many tough times in fact), encouraging me all the time, teaching me, tapping on my potential, sharing our lives together. They walk their talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Do you know how many youths out there with GREAT POTENTIALS, GREAT TALENTS, GREAT GIFTS, UNTAPPED? At least they see it. Do something before you start losing them one by one and you have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know they have impacted my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you walk your talk or just trying to be the best speaker around? Stop giving them empty promises. Do what you plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let injustice done like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3595974910593932837?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3595974910593932837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3595974910593932837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3595974910593932837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3595974910593932837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/wake-up.html' title='Wake up..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6144352579040403408</id><published>2008-05-11T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:33:16.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to school..</title><content type='html'>My worries are less gone. I'm accepted into UniSim taking my part time degree course in Psychology with Business. I guess I'm really going to study. Something which should have happened a year ago. It's getting exciting because I'm going back to school real soon. Thank God a million for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I got to look for a better job with a better pay and a better time and a better.. It's me. Maybe get me a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still uncertainties which I cannot explain. I hope financially it will not be too taxing.  I hope I can cope with the scary time table (though I have no idea what it will be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6144352579040403408?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6144352579040403408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6144352579040403408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6144352579040403408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6144352579040403408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-back-to-school.html' title='Getting back to school..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8058760269019563998</id><published>2008-05-08T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:48:46.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drastic change..</title><content type='html'>After a long consideration and hearing from many suggestions, I've decided to make do without a parting for my hair and a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMfH0-Ou0I/AAAAAAAAADU/3Cv9rFXeU2o/s1600-h/Image495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMfH0-Ou0I/AAAAAAAAADU/3Cv9rFXeU2o/s320/Image495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198032614254885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a super long time to heed some real suggestions, I've decided to do something drastic to my hair so that I will not be misunderstood as a mainland girl anymore. I just don't know which part of my face look like china girl and even the taxi drivers think that too. Please don't laugh. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought a hair cut will just be fine to modify the long and boring straight hair but the moment the scissors came snipping off my hair, I was in deep regret. Anyway, the hairstylist gave me a temporary hair curl to give me a feel of it. And I looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMf00-Ou1I/AAAAAAAAADc/WKc6SD3lOjk/s1600-h/Image604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMf00-Ou1I/AAAAAAAAADc/WKc6SD3lOjk/s320/Image604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198033387348998994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was losing the curls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMf1U-Ou2I/AAAAAAAAADk/IxKWRRY9f6U/s1600-h/Image608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMf1U-Ou2I/AAAAAAAAADk/IxKWRRY9f6U/s320/Image608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198033395938933602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague told me I look different. He told me since I'm still young I should do whatever I need to do now before it gets too late. Well, maybe I shouldn't waste my youth like this. I think I'm getting wilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting a friend, I've decided to make what was temporary to permanant and though I was afraid it might turn out bad. I've got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMf10-Ou3I/AAAAAAAAADs/UnrAzDPqgig/s1600-h/Image613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMf10-Ou3I/AAAAAAAAADs/UnrAzDPqgig/s320/Image613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198033404528868210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drastic I know. No more lazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might miss my long, boring straight hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8058760269019563998?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8058760269019563998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8058760269019563998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8058760269019563998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8058760269019563998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/drastic-change.html' title='Drastic change..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SCMfH0-Ou0I/AAAAAAAAADU/3Cv9rFXeU2o/s72-c/Image495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-5680534105489835922</id><published>2008-05-05T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:22:24.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Yeah I can finally have my cravings satisfied - McDonald's Hotcakes. I feel so good that I can finally eat proper food. Let me recall what I ate for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo (one day maybe 3 packets)&lt;br /&gt;- Biscuits that are so crushed to be drank with milo&lt;br /&gt;- Porridge (Honestly, I hate porridge because I think it's a very sick kind of food.. But Sharon jie's porridge is the best! I love you Sharon Jie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always feeling cold and shivers when I get too hungry. I guessed the medicine that I took made my tummy upset, had diarrhoea for 3 straight days. This is really worse than just wearing braces in the initial stage. But it's over now! Hey, I'm waiting for people to 'jio' me out for supper soon ya? (Someone starts with J_ _ t_ _ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical leave ends today. I really had a long, fun (to a certain extend) and good rest. Great company too. (.."Nobody remembers you only me, because you wanna go.. So be appreciative okay?...") Yup I remembered, thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel sad to get back to work tomorrow. It means.. maybe it's a good thing to keep myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another public holiday coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-5680534105489835922?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/5680534105489835922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=5680534105489835922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5680534105489835922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/5680534105489835922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1579385987967877460</id><published>2008-04-29T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:30:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Wisdom Teeth...</title><content type='html'>I am super duper hungry. Since 12mn till now I only had 3 packets of milo and 2 bowls of soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 3 of my wisdom teeth removed today. Surgery went well. Apparently I only had one side with stitches the rest should heal quite fast. I was in wonderland a few seconds later when anesthetic was injected into my body.  By the time I woke up, Tata still in one good piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky came and pick me up. Yes so sweet of him. Thanks pal. We went to Tomsum house and I just needed to rest. I feel like I've floated from one place to another. I'm on medical leave till Monday. Wow! I feel like going on a good holiday suddenly, but without food because I can't eat. Never mind, in my dreams maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I swallow my saliva, I taste blood. -Yucks- My body still feels numb. And yes it's painful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-1579385987967877460?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1579385987967877460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1579385987967877460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1579385987967877460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1579385987967877460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-wisdom-teeth.html' title='Goodbye Wisdom Teeth...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-4386968231560247569</id><published>2008-04-27T02:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:31:34.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Saturday</title><content type='html'>Here I was, standing in the midst of the congregation and a familiar song came. It was the song that I led for worship during one of the combined cell. A new song. This time round I get to hear it with a full band. -Sweet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never let go of Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your Mighty love&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget of the praise&lt;br /&gt;You're worthy of&lt;br /&gt;You never fail me&lt;br /&gt;And You never walk away&lt;br /&gt;I will never let go of Your love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing song. My tears flowed uncontrollably when we sang this. Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ in me is all I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Solely You is everything I need&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse me today&lt;br /&gt;Mold me like the potter's clay&lt;br /&gt;Free to be&lt;br /&gt;Christ in me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple yet meaningful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow one simple song with no repeated verse or repeated chorus can be so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Just need to sing it again and again until you are convinced with what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life full of Abundance. Do you have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:--:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another super ungodly hour to blog. I went tanning in the morning at Yio Chu Kang swimming complex with Wayne. Good weather today but maybe a little too hot. I'm still perspiring right now even after my bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never played tennis in my entire life until Ben suggested to play tennis at his house just now. It is quite a tiring game. I could feel my left arm soring now and it's not functioning properly and it's... Alright, I admit I haven't exercise for a long long long...... time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying myself with the swinging, whacking, running and even hitting Daryl (I didn't really hit him too). It was quite an experience for me but maybe not for Daryl. The ball which I hit, smacked right at the back of his head, his face and his buttock. Well, the ball has no eyes anyway so can't blame me and I really wasn't aiming at him. But it was good. And he even hit his own face. -Laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Guys out there, please do not try sit on the net, or bounce the tennis ball too hard, or try bouncing it with your racket like as though you are playing basketball and cannot catch it on time because you might injure yourself and your.. You can ask Ben how it feels though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, I decided to take a rest and this was what I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiny Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN8pymp73I/AAAAAAAAACc/mA1RIN5wEIg/s1600-h/Image586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN8pymp73I/AAAAAAAAACc/mA1RIN5wEIg/s320/Image586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193631852688699250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiny Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN8qCmp74I/AAAAAAAAACk/RGRRvg82Ne4/s1600-h/Image587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN8qCmp74I/AAAAAAAAACk/RGRRvg82Ne4/s320/Image587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193631856983666562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here I was, entertaining myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN93Cmp75I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZSYXda_Jn7U/s1600-h/Image590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN93Cmp75I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZSYXda_Jn7U/s320/Image590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633179833593746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to bite off the racket real hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN93imp76I/AAAAAAAAAC0/-vzlJuHVZY4/s1600-h/Image591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN93imp76I/AAAAAAAAAC0/-vzlJuHVZY4/s320/Image591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633188423528354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, the guys decided to do some stunts.. (Please do not try this at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flying Daryl (He's just thinking of being the model for Nike for some new advert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN93ymp77I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8e5SJ4j89-A/s1600-h/Image595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN93ymp77I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8e5SJ4j89-A/s320/Image595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633192718495666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flying Ben (Maybe for Adidas?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN94Smp78I/AAAAAAAAADE/0EZYauQHhmE/s1600-h/Image596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN94Smp78I/AAAAAAAAADE/0EZYauQHhmE/s320/Image596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633201308430274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we decided to call it a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN94imp79I/AAAAAAAAADM/PyUKkD_YTro/s1600-h/Image599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN94imp79I/AAAAAAAAADM/PyUKkD_YTro/s320/Image599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633205603397586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my photography skill is pretty good. I could actually capture their 'flying' stunt with just one attempt. =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-4386968231560247569?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/4386968231560247569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=4386968231560247569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4386968231560247569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/4386968231560247569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/fruitful-saturday.html' title='Fruitful Saturday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBN8pymp73I/AAAAAAAAACc/mA1RIN5wEIg/s72-c/Image586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6153545625942511481</id><published>2008-04-25T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:55:15.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down...</title><content type='html'>-Yawns- Quite an ungodly hour to blog. I can't sleep maybe I'm too happy. Anyways, been out these whole week with movies and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I just needed to enjoy myself this whole week and stuff myself with some nice food before I go through some painful, teeth-less days without proper food and probably even drink.. So I was out with Ben for movie, ice cream, donuts (And I still believe Donut Factory has the BEST donuts).. My colleagues with nice dinner, shopping, movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate with lemon cream (heart-shaped) still taste heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBDIJimp71I/AAAAAAAAACM/u4kmxVLeWpQ/s1600-h/Image578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBDIJimp71I/AAAAAAAAACM/u4kmxVLeWpQ/s320/Image578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192870436591497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Belgian Chocolate Ice Cream was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBDIKymp72I/AAAAAAAAACU/6mUeHNWrOiY/s1600-h/Image579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBDIKymp72I/AAAAAAAAACU/6mUeHNWrOiY/s320/Image579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192870458066333538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've got myself a new set of bikini and someone (a colleague) bought me some new clothes. It's still good to be a girl after all. Time for a good tan. I'm missing Rachel and Emmie.. (By the time you girls are back, the weather will be wet and no sun to tan.. Sigh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to my pain.. 4 days.. I hope it will be over soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6153545625942511481?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6153545625942511481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6153545625942511481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6153545625942511481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6153545625942511481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/counting-down.html' title='Counting down...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/SBDIJimp71I/AAAAAAAAACM/u4kmxVLeWpQ/s72-c/Image578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-1311672008378472966</id><published>2008-04-20T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:49:23.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing my perspective and I'll change my life..</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's time to settle down. I mean in church. Time to spend time to go cell and of course getting back to God. I guessed I've idled too long till I feel I've drifted so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a hard sermon to swallow but I guessed I'm back to the basics.&lt;br /&gt;Changing my perspective and I'll change my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is the Lord of my life. (Have I really acknowledged Him and allow Him to do that?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God knows what is best for me. (I know but...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God desires what is best for me. (I also know but...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God has the power to do what is best for me. (Okay.. What am I supposed to do next?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I realized how little I've think of God, knowing that I had been the lord of my life instead and of course not knowing that I didn't trust anyone anymore. It's time to recall what I've asked God  for in my life (some time back) and willing to wait patiently for it to happen in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this cartoon by Max Lucado about Hermie and Wormie (they are just worms), other insects and God (Eh, I still think God don't talk to insects). They are really adorable. There was a part about obeying the rules that God made and suddenly God spoke (as usual in a deep low voice), He said rules are meant to protect us and they are there because He loves us. I could feel tears were welling up the corner of my eyes. I guess I know where I've gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another week or so to my GA wisdom teeth surgery. It's quite a wrong timing to watch a wrong show called Awake. Scary. I just want to get it over and done with fast. God take the fear out of me (just like how the worms spoke in the cartoon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-1311672008378472966?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/1311672008378472966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=1311672008378472966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1311672008378472966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/1311672008378472966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/changing-my-perspective-and-ill-change.html' title='Changing my perspective and I&apos;ll change my life..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-8842905958096673041</id><published>2008-04-16T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:07:05.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this has a title then it has to be called.. Lost in my own world..</title><content type='html'>It has never occur to me that it's no big deal not going to church for one week. If nothing changed at all, no matter how tired I am, I would still try my best to wake up though late for service. But now.. I guess something really wrong with me this time. I think in the midst of seeking, I've lost my way. Somewhere somehow out there, I may not know what I'm doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget Him but I don't know where I am now. I didn't lose Him just that I don't know where I put Him now. I didn't walk away maybe I've ran ahead or super far back or I'm out of track or I'm drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a point of realization: things that we want or hope for, we won't be able to get hold of it no matter how hard we try while sometimes, it's the entire opposite. When it comes or happens, you just can't stop it or push it away because you don't want it to happen and you don't wish that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing faith, maybe in myself. How fun can life be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forsake Him because I know He loves me the most.. And He still do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-8842905958096673041?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/8842905958096673041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=8842905958096673041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8842905958096673041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/8842905958096673041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-this-has-title-then-it-has-to-be.html' title='If this has a title then it has to be called.. Lost in my own world..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-7091741292522588128</id><published>2008-04-13T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:19:21.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabber</title><content type='html'>I don't the big deal of you having to go back to office the whole of Saturday just to finish your work considering that you took 2 half day off because you were sick and later asked some other people to help you finish your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 4 hours of sleep every night since Tuesday, left the company event halfway and worked till 11.30pm on Friday  while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; probably having fun outside and I had to slog my Friday night away. I was sick, recovered a little then fell sick again because I didn't rest enough and I didn't even dare to take MC. You are not the only one who is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the problem with you having to call me at 4 plus on a Saturday telling me off? I tried my very best to do this project what more do you want? Anyway, it's really your deadline, at most I'm out of the job but least completing my full year contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still went out to chill on Friday night with a couple of colleagues to Dempsey Road and had Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Ice cream. Good place with great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt;. It's a little troublesome to go in without a car and it's very dim there. I actually had a hard time trying to locate the place. Anyway, thanks to my colleague with his irritating GPS having to tell me to slow down when I was only driving at 65km/hr. They were really nice to accompany me after the company event and then chilled out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place that my colleague found was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seletar&lt;/span&gt; East Camp - Singapore Flying Club for dinner. Very very '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt;' place. I can't remember how to go in and it's really dark. High beam is essential. I was quite scared to look into my rear mirror while driving back because I can't see a single thing and I was alone in the car. Boo! Please don't try to go there alone in the dark because it's super dark. Just got reminded how Kenneth and I saw something white jumped while we were on the church van some time back and found out that it was nothing (Well, James claimed that there was nothing and we didn't see anything after that too). Eerie. Food was quite okay  but a little expensive. Very little light at least I could see what I was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, about the previous post, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every thing's&lt;/span&gt; cleared. I don't intend to delete the post unless my conviction tells me so. I seriously had a very tough week and that was the built-up emotions that I had and I just wrote whatever was on my mind then. I can only say that things are cleared up between us and I hope no one will ask or talk about it anymore because it's between the two of us. And I'll keep the post there for me to remind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm really glad that you hear me out and talked things out. You kinda made things easier without even flaring up and I thank you for that. I didn't want it to see people pointing fingers at you but it was all about how I really felt at that time. Thanks for clearing the misunderstanding..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-7091741292522588128?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/7091741292522588128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=7091741292522588128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7091741292522588128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/7091741292522588128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/blabber.html' title='Blabber'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-6302879937794168728</id><published>2008-04-11T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:48:55.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another output to vent fraustrations</title><content type='html'>Time to vent some more fraustrations. I actually slept like 2am for the past few nights and tried very hard to wake up in the middle of the night just to finish up my work because today is the deadline (supposed to be). My colleagues outsourced to the IA student and temp to do their last minute job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth am I doing then? My company got the Intergated Resort floorplan and we need to do a combined antenna system for Singtel, M1 and Starhub mobile coverage. We are tendering our design to bid for the project. I can't show anyone the floorplan because it's supposed to be confidential. Well, if my company get this project then it will commence 2 years later and I get to leave my blueprint there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite fed up. I tried so hard to complete it with little rest and my cough and flu is back again. I was able to recover and just the 2 night work can be so physically draining. I don't think I'll be able to recover that soon unless I get ample rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say I'm the fastest to complete whatever I'm doing. Maybe will take a little of my own sweet time because I'm not going to help them complete theirs. It's tiring and I'm having a headache now. I just want to sleep and rest. I want to recover so I can see Joash soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a day leave next week and go.. Haha.. You know what I'm thinking right? OKAY, I'll probably rest first then go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the same thing again. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-6302879937794168728?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/6302879937794168728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=6302879937794168728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6302879937794168728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/6302879937794168728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-output-to-vent-fraustrations.html' title='Another output to vent fraustrations'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810148.post-3683755453520734538</id><published>2008-04-10T14:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:24:58.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever that comes to my mind right now..</title><content type='html'>This is not a very godly timing to blog at this hour but I need to de-stress. My deadline is due tomorrow and I'm not halfway there yet. This is too mentally and physically draining. I can feel myself soaking into the quick sand and can't get up. Even dreamt about work. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my tears welling up of stress and saddness. Thanks to you and you (you know who) who knocked some sense into me. Well, it really made me think and cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you (I really hope you know it's you) for breaking that trust I always have for you. Why didn't you give me the simplest due respect that belongs to me? Why did I have to bother so much knowing that you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that everything that I've done FOR YOU had been taken for granted. I've done so much yet I honestly feel you aren't appreciative at all. I don't know how much you care, I don't know how much you really know what's happening here and I'm very sure you have no idea I'm struggling here trying to balance things out between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to force anything out from you, I'm not going to push my way through, I'm not trying to be part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right from the start I'm at a disadvantage but I didn't know it has to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;It's plain stupid to do all this willingly and know that I'm taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I look like a fool now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only consolation: It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;I've done my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my time, effort, persistance and petrol have all gone to waste...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's not worth to invest more on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Love is patient, love is kind... It makes me look stupid too..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows..&lt;br /&gt;..And even now she's gone I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, where do I start 'Cause it's breakin' my heart don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Only Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;But only Heaven knows and all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep telling me that if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free and if she returns in time I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, where do I start 'Cause it's breakin' my heart don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Only Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;But only Heaven knows and all I can do is hope and pray 'Cause Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair 'Cause wide awake or dreamin' I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I act so brave,I'm shakin' inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6810148-3683755453520734538?l=blurmich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/feeds/3683755453520734538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6810148&amp;postID=3683755453520734538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3683755453520734538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6810148/posts/default/3683755453520734538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurmich.blogspot.com/2008/04/whatever-that-comes-to-my-mind-right.html' title='Whatever that comes to my mind right now..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Br25TK0Uo-M/S5rhnk8VqmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NMmLO19HoHA/S220/Image448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
