<?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-6223064120990662807</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:52:19.455+08:00</updated><category term='concert'/><category term='homework'/><category term='food for thought'/><category term='voices'/><category term='people'/><category term='songs'/><category term='choir'/><category term='busking'/><category term='worries'/><category term='livejournal'/><title type='text'>MiJi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8264144930158484760</id><published>2010-03-26T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:02:35.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blogger, I'm really sorry for abandoning you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love you a lot, you've been here by my side for a long long time. I've found a new friend but I'll still remember the times we've spent to together! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Here is my new friend, you may know him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://michjiji.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://michjiji.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8264144930158484760?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8264144930158484760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8264144930158484760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8264144930158484760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8264144930158484760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-blogger-im-really-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8513880432185068479</id><published>2010-03-24T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:35:27.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Sean scared the @#67!2^#$ out of me. As I was happily talking to Roanna (who was holding an awesome-looking lasagne!), I saw out of the corner of my eye an ACS(I) guy who was standing, facing the direction I was in. I only saw his body and not his face. Then he moved one step to his left, closer to us. I still dismissed this, thinking it was some guy who has nothing better to do but shift around the MRT until he walked up to me and when I turned around I saw his face staring at me. -_-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reason why I dismissed him when I first saw his body: He seemed tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY! OMG SEAN HAS GROWN TALLER THIS IS SCARY HE USED TO BE SHORTER THAN ME! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is like, quite short, if you know how short I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if someone like Nicolette Lee said "Sean used to be shorter than me" I don't think anyone would have cared cos probably 80% of Singapore is shorter than her (I wrote the Singapore thing cos I realised the "world" wouldn't have applied, as Asians are generally shorter than Europeans/Americans.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite happy that I saw him cos, it has been... 5 months since we last met and 5 months ago we just brushed past each other in the MRT and we had to say bye like 2 seconds later. And he was just slightly taller than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Sean is all tall and funny-sounding I'm kind of scared cos I didn't know how to talk to him. After all never talk to him properly for like years so it was kinda awkward. But I hope we do get to bump into each other again and rant about life and this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I hope I can bump into Ji sometime (I have not seen him for more than 2 years!) because I'm suddenly very curious as to how he looks like! I wonder if he is as tall as Sean. Or who knows maybe I already bumped into him once just that I couldn't recognise him! God this is scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW I think it is fate that I bump into Sean. It really is! If 1. I didn't go to the toilet before we left school I wouldn't have gone home with Amanda and Roanna, I'd only go with Jodyn. 2. If Roanna's money wasn't rejected by the GTM (ha I remember what it's called, the top-up money machine) so many times that we had to spend around 10 minutes there, I wouldn't have met Sean! Wow the way things are weaved together and the timings are all set is kinda cool! Guy-who-is-up-there has actually quite an interesting job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8513880432185068479?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8513880432185068479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8513880432185068479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8513880432185068479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8513880432185068479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-sean-scared-672-out-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1468470628409005220</id><published>2010-03-22T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:10:21.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livejournal'/><title type='text'>TITLES!</title><content type='html'>I HAVE DECIDED TO TITLE MY POSTS!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is moving to livejournal, and come to think of it lj REALLY looks very professional, which is usually a look I'm targeting at. But I don't think I'll be moving there anytime soon cos apparently it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Let's you see the number of hits you get (Refer to my tagboard post if you don't know why I find this simply annoying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I don't like the fact that I can choose if I want some "friendslocked" posts or whatever they are called. I like blogging for everyone so I don't want to be tempted to make some super emo/ranting post about something and make it friendslocked and think of it as an ultra big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than these two points I must say that Livejournal is indeed very attractive:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sexy designs, layouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It has this mood thing which is really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. you can apparently refer to your friends' links when typing their names out or sth. (but the annoying thing about this is that the reader may not know who the person is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1468470628409005220?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1468470628409005220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1468470628409005220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1468470628409005220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1468470628409005220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/titles.html' title='TITLES!'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-5417380452628968319</id><published>2010-03-22T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:59:18.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for thought'/><title type='text'>Tagboards</title><content type='html'>Another food for thought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly remembered how much I would stare at my tagboard in P6 to Sec 2, wishing that more people (especially choir people, cos it made me feel popular) would comment and tag on me. It gave me a sense of satisfaction that hey, there are people reading my blog! And I'd be quite disappointed every time in Sec 1 cos basically no one read my blog and that made me feel all lonely and dejected. Come to think of it, tagboards made me a really desperate and upset Sec 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go back to the Present. I realised that tagboards are just little irritating boxes which has enough space for practically 1/10 of what you're thinking now and seriously, who cares if no one/everyone reads my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate tagboards. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-5417380452628968319?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5417380452628968319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=5417380452628968319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5417380452628968319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5417380452628968319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/tagboards.html' title='Tagboards'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3070456834279574623</id><published>2010-03-20T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:01:50.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Ngee Ann City Performance</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was sort of ugh-ish, especially the performance and all that. D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound system for the performing arts festival wasn't very good, which made it very hard to hear each other. We (sec 3s) sang quite well in my opinion, though at some points the alto 2s and alto 1s suddenly became very loud due to our proximity to the mic. It was quite hard to gauge our volume and all, and really I don't know how it turned out like from the view of the audience. As expected the applause we received was merely an applause, but I know that's because the audience were just shoppers/passerbys who wanted to take a look at what was going on. And was really proud of Jodyn, though I didn't say it, because I thought that her voice sounded supremely nice yesterday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry to the people I ignored like Grace, Bianche, a few batchmates here and there, got irritated with such as Jodyn, Reetz and all. I was feeling upset cos I lost a big part of my voice and thus I remained irritated the whole day. Thanks for trying to talk to me and make me feel better ya. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl is in church camp now. Just saying. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new SNSD song is NICE! I don't think Yuri looks very nice here though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeheehee Giovanni and Grace Tan. heeheeheeheehee. :))))))))))))) They so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOYS STORY 3!!! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commonwealth Essay, Geog AA, Geog Exam, English Exam, Eng Book Review, Ting Xie, err oh no D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3070456834279574623?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3070456834279574623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3070456834279574623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3070456834279574623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3070456834279574623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-was-sort-of-ugh-ish.html' title='Ngee Ann City Performance'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3941224266478719005</id><published>2010-03-17T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:01:11.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>TODAY CHOIR WAS BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMZ. boomz. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty high throughout the whole thing so I was practically bouncing when singing Deep River. Like when we reached the word "over" I started tiptoeing cos I really wanted my voice to go in the down to up to down direction thing and I failed to control myself. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for once choreo is rather easy! I didn't take too long to learn Fabulous and it's simple and nice yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did the powerpoint presentation and I think I was too nervous so it didn't come out as nice as I would have liked it to be. I missed A LOT of important points, so it's highly likely that I have to say those points in front of the choir another time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Banner Painting and Props comm. is quite fun too. Wait what are all the comms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Costumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Props&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ticketing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Programme booklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Publicity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't mind being in 1, 2 or 5! And then again I'm not sure cos I don't even know how 3 and 4 will be like. At first I was kinda sad to be in costumes cos I thought it'd be REALLY boring but apparently I'm mistaken. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we busked Viva La Vida in front of the choir. I sang better than usual in the first time but the second was just ugh. I'm really proud of my batch though. The first time we tried it it was okay, but it started to get worse, off-pitch and all that. And it's cos of my batchmates that I really dared to sing out and just try to do my best for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I likey my batch. Really likey. :))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be praying for Friday. We have worked quite a bit just for this and I hope the audience can see them through our performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish the shopkeeper was a guy. Then I could just whip out Sa the prettier of us two and totally seduce him to get our prices lower. I somehow don't think the shopkeeper, whom I'm sort of convinced isn't lesbian, would make the prices lower if Sa tried to seduce her. Haiyo ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&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/6223064120990662807-3941224266478719005?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3941224266478719005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3941224266478719005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3941224266478719005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3941224266478719005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-choir-was-booooooooooooooooomz.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3570940464134026743</id><published>2010-03-16T16:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:03:08.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><title type='text'>Even more worries</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling worried now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot find my pencil case. And the keychains on it mean a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my thumbdrives are inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister is eating chicken rice!! And it smells really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's choir was okay I guess. I thought we sounded not bad during our 2nd try of Viva La Vida. All that is needed I feel is to have every to familiarize themselves with their parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3570940464134026743?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3570940464134026743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3570940464134026743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3570940464134026743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3570940464134026743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-feeling-worried-now.html' title='Even more worries'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2737926408961115253</id><published>2010-03-15T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:02:45.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voices'/><title type='text'>Busking Prac and Voices</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS BOOMZ. Maybe it wasn't THAT fun or interesting, but it certainly was better than most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had busking which honestly sounded horrible the first two times we sang it but with some little adjustments here and there it started to sound really nice! Btw today was my first time listening to Yueyue's voice and I really like it. It vaguely reminds me of Jodyn's, which has a very secure and rich tone. Now I'm feeling really envious of Jodyn for her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok then I shall create a list of people whose voices I do like. It is NOT a list of people whom I think can sing better than others, but a list of people whom I feel connects with my ears (which are kinda small. Err just saying (:  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wanyii, Sixuan, Shzehui, Esther&lt;br /&gt;Dig their low notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sheena, Jodyn, Vic, Daniella&lt;br /&gt;I think their tones are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Azura, Sa, Chloe&lt;br /&gt;Their voices are full of emotion when they sing! And Azura really has a voice which just fills the room with warmth. Aww makes me wanna run up to her and hug her she so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err my previous sentence had very bad grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to busking (oh today I saw Brillia and she looked really cute in her hairband thing)! I'm really scared of my solo part cos I really think my voice is like not blending and I am loud to the point where I can't even hear the others sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is not good. Cos I realised that my volume gives me security, which is well, not good la. Volume =/= intensity of the song. And right now I'm still mixing those two up with is not good. And when I sing my solo right, if I don't sing loud I'll just like crumble and withdraw to my sop voice which (if you haven't heard it) is very soft, weak and if you have a word to sum it up it will be Feeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're presenting it to the Sec 4s which is kinda scary cos I'm scared I screw up my part again but other that I'm really confident of my batchmates whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of volume, I don't think anyone (maybe except for Jodyn) knows how excited when I pick up a score and see a "ff" or "fff" or "f" or any related symbol on it. I GET REALLY VERY EXCITED and I'm all like "omg I get to sing ff!! ITSUKI HAS AN fff LET'S ALL SCREAM HOW EXCITING!!" Yup that's what goes through my mind. Which is a reason why I absolutely love Itsuki, especially it's second last page because reserved for the Alto 2s (I'm not sure about other sections) is an"fff"!!! I get really happy when we reach that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I like the part where Alto 2s get split into half and we do this octave thing. Cos we do some awesome-sounding crescendo thing and it sounds really intense, sexayye and whatever. The Domakanjin or something part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodyn just mentioned an absolutely relevant point to me today: She likes it when Ms Loo asks us to sing alone cos she would wanna show everyone else how good she is or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ISN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS THIS WAY YAY ME TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if it sounds very arrogant. I'm someone who likes singing alone unless I am unsure about my part. And I really don't think my voice is nice. Compared to Azura or Sheena or something I'm an utter noob. It's just that I really like to show others that I'm confident of my parts and that makes me really happy because there's a sense of achievement there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the Sec Ones sing that day and I realised that Natalie Tall has a nice voice. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo Mika is playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2737926408961115253?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2737926408961115253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2737926408961115253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2737926408961115253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2737926408961115253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-boomz.html' title='Busking Prac and Voices'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4700020918836351488</id><published>2010-03-12T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:03:58.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Rojak</title><content type='html'>Mad World is indeed a very sad and haunting song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the random people here and there who made me feel better about RS tonight arrr. x) I'm really feeling calmed down now just one hour I was punching my pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's choir on Wednesday from 8am to 4.30pm! Honestly I really really love choir, I love the people there. I dunno how many times I have stressed this point but I feel like I can talk to all my batchmates there and gossip about other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to realised how much I will miss going home with Cheryl and Giovanni. I love going home with them and I'm so used to it that I'm so scared that I'll have this empty feeling the next time I travel home without them. I'll miss them so much! They are probably my two favourite-st seniors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4700020918836351488?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4700020918836351488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4700020918836351488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4700020918836351488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4700020918836351488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-world-is-indeed-very-sad-and.html' title='Rojak'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2162289861758571593</id><published>2010-03-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:18:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to write about a situation but I have been very, very clearly instructed not to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNSD is really quite hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva La Vida sounded funny at first, but it's really starting to get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not feeling happy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2162289861758571593?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2162289861758571593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2162289861758571593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2162289861758571593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2162289861758571593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-would-like-to-write-about-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4745596457592289167</id><published>2010-03-10T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:44:56.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just felt like posting this, despite the fact that I already talked about this yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I really wonder why some people put that they love RGSchoir in their blogs. It's not wrong at all. It's just that I wonder, for some people only, if they really do love choir so much. For one I really love choir. That's because a lot of my good friends are from choir and it's not easy to dislike a society where you really feel like you belong into. And I like singing, improving how I sing and turning my singing into a pleasure for others' ears. Which is, in fact, the basis of choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in, do you really love choir? (You being just a term to refer to anyone) Or is it just that you love a few people, perhaps a few friends in choir? This is just a little food for thought and it isn't meant to attack anyone, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you feel insulted or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very sad. I just felt like crying. But Weiling just gave me a lot of hope. THAT's why I love my friends so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weiling (: says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*YEAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i feel sad also lar, like i scared we will become bankrupt or sth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*but then like i think and think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i don think we will like end up as beggars lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cuz theres always a way out one lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*open your eyes and walk through ti lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*it's not as bad as it seems now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really, really love my friends. And most importantly, I really love my family and I will support them no matter what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love papa and mama and my two jiejies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&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/6223064120990662807-4745596457592289167?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4745596457592289167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4745596457592289167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4745596457592289167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4745596457592289167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-felt-like-posting-this-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2394806261025207654</id><published>2010-03-08T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:44:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I always take a lot of things in life, and life itself, for granted. So here I shall thank a list of people for making a considerable positive impact to my life. I will keep those to my family shorter because some stuff need not be said on a blog to express my love for them. So here they are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Mummy: I love you guys! I really, really have no words to describe how thankful I am for you to give me whatever you have given and taking care of me all the time. I really love you guys a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters: I love you guys too! :) Always by my side, supporting most things I can do and giving me great advice all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir People:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wan Yii: My awesome buddy! Yup you gave me a lot of confidence in myself, and looking at you I really do see a reflection of myself. I'm really proud of you and somehow I think that you were one of the first few people in choir whom I opened up to and this was a stepping stone to my friendship with my batchmates, seniors and juniors alike. I really have to thank Wan Yii for this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phoebe: Thanks for keeping me company when I was Sec 1 in choir. You gave me a lot of hope, and I remember in Sec 1 the only reason why I would want to go for choir is because I knew that at least I had one person to talk to, which would be you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Tan: My (another) awesome buddy! You introduced me to choir and I'm really happy that of all seniors you are my buddy. I'm grateful that you can tolerate all my nonsense and share whatever honest opinions you have with me everytime I ask. I've always thought you are a very sincere person and that touches me a lot, and I think this has shaped my thinking in many ways. I think through my exposure to you I started to see a lot of things differently, in a very gradual way. I used to be a super mean pok in Sec 1 but I don't think I'm that mean now yea. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jodyn and Weiling: I think you guys were like the only choir friends I had in Sec 2. Must really thank you for standing by my side all this while. Yea love you guys basically!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reetaza: You never, ever fail to make my day. Really. :) Thanks for making me laugh so many times my awesome crazy friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chengyi: I always sort of felt that you were the one who introduced me to the rest of the batch! Somehow, like a few months after our batch was split into two, you kept telling me that our batch would eventually become one and that heartened me. Btw, yes you convinced me successfully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emeline: The reason why we are friends is because of you, you were very initiative in trying to know me in November 2009 and that was a very awesome (pardon my lack of vocabulary) feeling! And yes, after that I found a lot more confidence in myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En-Ting: I've always known you as the senior who accepts whatever nonsense I have to provide. So thanks so much for bearing with me all this while and keeping me informed about choir pracs and all that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stefanie: I know I've only started talking to you like, two weeks ago, but I think you telling me all about the why the Sec 4s do stuff and all that really gave me a lot of insight and made me grow up a lot. I feel mature now ^.^ as in like the mentally mature yea. Thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2394806261025207654?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2394806261025207654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2394806261025207654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2394806261025207654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2394806261025207654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-always-take-lot-of-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-9103375429562134301</id><published>2010-03-07T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:51:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG HISTORY RA PEOPLE ARE SCARY! D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently in their Wikispaces discussion thing they come up with stuffs like the Islamic Golden Ages, some IIRC thing, and another Ottoman empire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think I thought that Scientific Revolution was enough already, I now know there's such a thing as, err, IIRC. I shall go Wiki that now. Err right even Wikipedia doesn't have any IIRC thing. And by the way when I say IIRC I don't mean the acronym If I Really Cared or something. I'm feeling really scared now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall try to find out what an Ottoman is. I'm being brought to Turkey apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Ottoman Empire&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Ottoman State&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Turkish_language" title="Ottoman Turkish language" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Ottoman Turkish&lt;/a&gt;: دولتْ علیّه عثمانیّه &lt;i&gt;Devlet-i Âliye-yi Osmâniyye&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire#cite_note-3" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_language" title="Turkish language" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Modern Turkish&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Osmanlı İmparatorluğu&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Osmanlı Devleti&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Türkiye&lt;/i&gt;), also known by its contemporaries as the &lt;b&gt;Turkish Empire&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Turkey&lt;/b&gt; (see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Names_of_the_Ottoman_Empire" title="Names of the Ottoman Empire" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;the other names of the Ottoman State&lt;/a&gt;), was an Islamic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empire" title="Empire" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;empire&lt;/a&gt; that lasted from 1299 to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mehmed_VI" title="Mehmed VI" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;November 1, 1922&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-4" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire#cite_note-4" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; (as an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monarchy" title="Monarchy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;imperial monarchy&lt;/a&gt;) or&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_of_Lausanne" title="Treaty of Lausanne" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;July 24, 1923&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-5" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire#cite_note-5" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_jure" title="De jure" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;de jure&lt;/a&gt;, as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sovereign_state" title="Sovereign state" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;state&lt;/a&gt;). It was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_of_Lausanne" title="Treaty of Lausanne" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;succeeded&lt;/a&gt; by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republic_of_Turkey" title="Republic of Turkey" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;Republic of Turkey&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-6" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire#cite_note-6" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; which was officially proclaimed on October 29, 1923."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Empire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently feeling very stressed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SUCH A NUBLET COMPARED TO THEM OOO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I simply LOVE Viva La Vida! I think it's really awesome that we are singing this for busking! I'm singing this verse (I chose it cos I think it's the most meaningful):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this really means a lot to me! I partly chose it cos there's the word "choirs" in it but there are also other reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I must really thank Reetaza for choosing Verse 5 because I was seriously deliberating between 4 and 5 then she suddenly went "I want 5!" so I didn't need to think any further. I'm truly excited for busking and I wanna practise with my batch so badly! :D Oh and btw I don't like the MTV for Viva La Vida. Though I love The Scientist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised my paragraph above is so chopped up and has 3 different points which is not good. I must be more aware of my points!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sense major camwhoring tomorrow. Oohlala :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-9103375429562134301?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/9103375429562134301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=9103375429562134301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/9103375429562134301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/9103375429562134301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-history-ra-people-are-scary-d.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-65121095805258533</id><published>2010-03-07T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:53:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PARENTS ARE WATCHING A SUPER BORING DOCUMENTARY ABOUT ARCHITECTURE AND HOUSES AND MY MAID IS COOKING SOMETHING WHICH SMELLS FUNNY AHH! D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall go watch KevJumba. Whatever is on TV is too boring for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-65121095805258533?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/65121095805258533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=65121095805258533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/65121095805258533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/65121095805258533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-parents-are-watching-super-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-941896001941927806</id><published>2010-03-06T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:47:21.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg okay today was very mixed up. Today morning was simply&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HORRIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant before our performance though. As we (my group members or the Raffles Rollers thing -.-) felt that our performance was freaking boring, we were really very worried how the audience would respond. Our greatest fear would be that the audience would be silent throughout the whole thing but apparently it was okay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that choir means a lot to me. :))) And I really love my batchmates. I really love them a lot. And I love my seniors and juniors also. At least some of them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-941896001941927806?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/941896001941927806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=941896001941927806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/941896001941927806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/941896001941927806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-okay-today-was-very-mixed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4814055014586138851</id><published>2010-03-05T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:02:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok today was very eventful. But I think the worst part of it was during assembly, where I had a rather bad headache. And my headache happened to occur in an interesting assembly! Why couldn't it have come during some boring speeches ): I thought the Taboo was quite anticlimax though, apart from the winning team. As in... I thought the other teams could have done better. All in all the RAlit people were awesome! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in choir I totally couldn't absorb the moves for I Want It All! I can't even remember the first move now. Oh right I just remembered it. It's such an on and off thing, I'm worried for myself. Ugh I wish I could dance. Woose ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW IS GONNA SUCK DDDDDDDDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4814055014586138851?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4814055014586138851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4814055014586138851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4814055014586138851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4814055014586138851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-today-was-very-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2780039315061965120</id><published>2010-03-04T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:03:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really stressed out now cos I have lots of stuff to do. My workload is piling up so quickly that it's scary, and I must admit that Sec 3 life so far has been very different from Sec 2. In Sec 2 I could spend 3 hours a day playing the com but now it seems so taxing. Stuff to do:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Math PT (super duper duper important)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-CMPS (the most pressing of the lot now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-chinese yu wen lian xi due tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-math assignment due tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-currently discussing batch stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-founders day thing stressing me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok  i should stop having a negative attitude and look at life in a positive way! you can tell i'm sort of feeling ughish now cos i cant even be bothered to caps my first letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2780039315061965120?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2780039315061965120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2780039315061965120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2780039315061965120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2780039315061965120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-really-stressed-out-now-cos-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2486694760077810639</id><published>2010-03-03T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:02:51.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blogger,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not really know when to start. I think this will be a very complicated post because in an amazing span of around 10 minutes, I came up with so many reflections, thoughts and such. And also, something that may change my perspective about life has just occurred. And it is bound to impact me, in one way or the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Major Event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if you are a giant equipped with a microscope, the Earth being the size of perhaps your torso. As you slowly increase the focus of the technology presented before your eyes you have come to realise that they gaze towards a certain area, and amidst the bustle you see in Singapore that a woman surrounded by many, too many, people is in fact rather lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is it possible for someone to be lonely when they reside in the second densest country on Earth? Actually, I do not know. What I do know, is that this woman is experiencing a haunting emptiness within her the very moment I am typing. Perhaps that is because she just lost the person she dearly loves and who dearly loved her from Day 1 to Day 20020, if you are that eager to be specific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it feel like to lose your mother? Some questions are those which we will never want to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually planned for this to be a very long post but looks like I have no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2486694760077810639?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2486694760077810639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2486694760077810639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2486694760077810639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2486694760077810639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-blogger-i-do-not-really-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7407636132074317076</id><published>2010-02-28T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:24:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Youth Got Heart and the subsequent shopping with Koshae, Joelle, Clara and a bit of Amanda Lee was EXTREMELY FUN. :DDDDDDD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY BEST LAUGH IN MONTHS WHEN WE WENT TO COTTON ON'S UNDERWEAR SECTION, I SWEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7407636132074317076?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7407636132074317076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7407636132074317076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7407636132074317076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7407636132074317076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/youth-got-heart-and-subsequent-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1412115948648562867</id><published>2010-02-28T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:45:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea I realised I forgot to talk about SLI!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well basically SLI was okay, just that I was blanking out/staring at the guys from other schools during the speeches. I've always loved it when the recipients came up to shake hands with whoever their supposed to shake hands with. I get to observe them! Well the concert segment was quite draggy, and I didn't like all the performances except for PB's. As in, you could tell the rest of the performers put in effort in their items but only the PB's one appealed to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The HIGHLIGHT OF THE EVENT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE HOT GUY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you don't know who is well "THE HOT GUY!!" I'm referring to he's the RI guy sitting behind the balding Indian man (who was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and constantly referring to the programme booklet) and sitting beside an Indian RI guy, whom some people like Amanda think it might be some Naishad person whom I am not familiar to apart from the fact that he is the choir chairperson in RI (or so Amanda says and so I found out on Friday but basically I don't really care I care more about who he is sitting beside).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, this Hot RI guy has SEXY CHEEKBONES. AND SEXY EYES. I dunno if it's cos my angle made him look ultra handsome or whatever but hey just give me my 5 minutes of fangirling and glorying cos well, that guy was really very hot, at least from where I was sitting. BTW I was sitting at the Koi Pond area, front row, so I could see everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That RI guy, though, kept laughing at the performances even in some non-funny parts. Makes me wonder if he was laughing at the performance or sth else. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well I will eventually forget like how I'm forgetting Tour Group guy and perhaps moving on to fangirl another hot guy so yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich :))))))))))))))))))) (i saw a hot guy and you didnt. HA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1412115948648562867?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1412115948648562867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1412115948648562867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1412115948648562867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1412115948648562867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yea-i-realised-i-forgot-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-5230901535827869514</id><published>2010-02-27T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:15:58.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in love with the SEOUL song! It is really wonderful and Taeyeon can sing so well!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-E-O-U-L, (bunch of lyrics I don't know cos it's in korean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was fun! I like choreo, cos it's basically just trying your best to copy whoever is teaching you your moves, acting all sexy and it's also another form of working out! I've always been trying to force myself to exercise but it doesn't work out cos I'm plain lazy so yea I feel happy everytime I have to do some sort of exercise or the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seriously, I've always liked dancing! I may suck big time at it or whatever, but I think it's really fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also simultaneously talked to five people. It was quite tiring actually and after I got sort of worn out. but I guess it's not all the time you get to bullshit whatever you want to to anyone who is willing to listen, so yea! :)  Usually no one will have time/interest in the crap I wanna tell them but seriously, I think some of my "crap" can be very worthy of thinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like... wait I need to think a bit. Well honestly I can't think of anything now, cos these type of stuff come out spontaneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOSH IS COMING TO MY HOUSE LATER!! *HIGHS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND OMG HE'S BECOMING VERY VOCAL NOWADAYS! He knows how to say "paaaaaa", like the "papa" type of "paaaa"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute so cute, I love him so badly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-5230901535827869514?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5230901535827869514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=5230901535827869514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5230901535827869514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5230901535827869514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-in-love-with-seoul-song-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2373908444107391319</id><published>2010-02-25T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:38:33.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kinda fun!! :DDDDDDDD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEEHEEEHEE i feel happy now! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday right I had lunch with Clara, Marjorie and Koshae at Mos Burger's and I guess it was quite fun cos we started talking bad about others (well a bit) and about stuff like our siblings and all. It's quite awesome to know more about someone's life, especially when you've not known that person for too long. I'm not very accustomed to my class, but I really really think I can be great friends with many of the people there. All I just need is time! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today choir sang nicely :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whee!!! later got American Idol :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2373908444107391319?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2373908444107391319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2373908444107391319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2373908444107391319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2373908444107391319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-kinda-fun-dddddddd-heeheeehee.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-9059143228096392643</id><published>2010-02-23T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:02:02.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tell you arh...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno what to say. I realised I'm not close to a lot of people in choir. So sad right. I'm trying my best la. If there are some people who lack chemistry with me I guess it can't be helped. I hate the awkward moments when two people have nothing to say to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way I;ve always thought all senior-junior boundaries should be scraped. We should treat each other as equal friends! And seniors shouldn't be ordering juniors, but sharing experience with them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Google Chrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're doing the same two songs for the 4th straight session this Thursday. ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night blogger. Hello Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-9059143228096392643?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/9059143228096392643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=9059143228096392643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/9059143228096392643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/9059143228096392643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-tell-you-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2424140352968766244</id><published>2010-02-21T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:09:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got myself involved in Founder's Day. Bleugh.. but I guess still have to come up with a decent performance so I'll try my best yea. The dress code includes masks so we no one will know who we are heehee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh well it will be over in what, 5 minutes? So I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I was rambling. Mm let's talk about something. I'd say choir party was quite boring during the eating part cos well, there was really nothing much to do but eat. (Though I must admit last year's party was awesome!) I guess Double Wacko was fun, but not enough time lah. D: At least now I know some of their names even though I still can't really match the others' names to their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw I really wish we would do Itsuki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Caitlan's bday on Tues! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like tartar sauce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2424140352968766244?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2424140352968766244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2424140352968766244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2424140352968766244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2424140352968766244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-myself-involved-in-founders-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1694702350293267773</id><published>2010-02-18T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My entire life is about positivity and making people happy..." -Ellen DeGeneres&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just heard this from American Idol, and I find it super meaningful! Okay I'm supposed to do Math now but whatever. heehee :D The person on TV now is really sad and emo, I'm feeling a bit emo with her now. Oh gosh don't cry the results aren't even out now! She can really sing! Let her in! And did she get in... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO D: BUT I THOUGHT SHE WAS REALLY GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no I really think she deserved to get in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww shucks, I will go back to Math for now. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1694702350293267773?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1694702350293267773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1694702350293267773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1694702350293267773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1694702350293267773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-entire-life-is-about-positivity-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6288341517387991769</id><published>2010-02-12T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:23:18.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha why are my days so ordinary. The past few days have been "err... okay" but oh well I guess today was slightly better. By the way today's assembly was awesome! All of the items were nice and even though the two guys having a dialogue thing was funny, it was good that they kept it shorter than last year's cos Isdi and Aisyah weren't getting anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... had lunch with Jodyn, Bianche, Sabrina and Amanda Chan. It was quite awkward at first but after that it was fun lah. x) Anyway I'm so tempted to play the claw game they played! It looks soooooo fun but I no money lah ): But the thrill you get from playing it looks so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6288341517387991769?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6288341517387991769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6288341517387991769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6288341517387991769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6288341517387991769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha-why-are-my-days-so-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4615914948503289605</id><published>2010-02-11T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:35:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was not a very good day for me. Firstly my day was ruined by English because I was supposed to present yet I didn't due to shortage of time. Problem is I was standing there for 10-20min waiting for my turn and simultaneously tackling some bladder issues. Not fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that in choir Varsha and Janelle came back. That somehow reminded me of when I was Sec 1 and how much I hated choir like dunno what so I just started stoning. And yesterday I was already upset enough thinking about OSL, why I'm trying for OSL, why I do not dare to try for OSL, the main problem with me when I'm signing up for everything with Grace Tan. I wouldn't say it's not fun, but it really hit me mentally and emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought we were doing Itsuki today so I was quite excited for choir and mentally prepared to sing it. I guess they have their (good) reasons not to do Itsuki today. As much as I understand they have more than reason not to do Itsuki... I still don't feel happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, the past few days have been not too good. But of course there are good sides. &lt;b&gt;Maybe&lt;/b&gt; I'll post them up another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4615914948503289605?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4615914948503289605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4615914948503289605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4615914948503289605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4615914948503289605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-not-very-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1263099146791868103</id><published>2010-02-09T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:09:15.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was... kinda okay. The lessons weren't particular interesting. Fast forward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir was also okay, it was slightly better than usual. But somehow a bit underwhelming. Fast forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I have certain stuff in common with Vic, like BOY-WATCHING! AWESOME OR WHAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay and this isn't my first time saying this but I really like my batchmates. And I mean every single one of them yea it's true I get irritated with some of them sometimes but deep in my heart I like all of them. After all, it's human nature to like people on and off so yea. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My batchmates and what I love about them (in random order!) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This person is a true-believer of holistic education and strives to achieve the school mottos. And she has nothing better to type in so AIYA I DUNNO LA I VERY CONFUSED WITH MY DESCRIPTION NOW.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Victoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We share so much stuff in common, like our boy-watching hobbies, our (or at least my initial) love for Rum Tum Tugger and John O' Hara's sexy voice. It's hard not to like this crazy toot lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Reetaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The craziest of the lot. Her laughter is siao, her hair is siao, she is siao. Aww I love Reetaza!! Oh and she's funny. Baygone anyone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Chengyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haha this one is very hard to describe cos... I can't exactly pinpoint what I like about Chengyi but I like her. Does that mean it's charisma? Oolala Chengyi is charismatic? :D  Oh and she has a super expressive face. Really really!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Jodyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jodyn can gossip. I like people who can gossip on the same channel with me. And Jodyn happens to be a great great great example.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Emeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another gossiper!! We love sharing our opinions. Oolala it may sound very minor over here but it's very different in real life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sabrina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Weiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Bianche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Phoebe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Churen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Caitlan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Yueyue (though I've only known her for one day my impression very good already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to fill the rest up for now, I will edit it tomorrow. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1263099146791868103?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1263099146791868103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1263099146791868103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1263099146791868103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1263099146791868103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6495866674667873585</id><published>2010-02-07T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:31:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno how to do Geog. ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno how to do Geog. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone help me with Geog. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6495866674667873585?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6495866674667873585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6495866674667873585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6495866674667873585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6495866674667873585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dunno-how-to-do-geog.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2400823298022571044</id><published>2010-02-05T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:38:07.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be so mean to her. SHE IS MY SENIOR. HOW DARE YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2400823298022571044?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2400823298022571044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2400823298022571044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2400823298022571044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2400823298022571044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-be-so-mean-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2439332898076621881</id><published>2010-02-05T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:43:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I thoroughly irritated Cheryl by repeating "I'm so excited, the sec ones are coming next Tuesday!" four times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt very gloomy during choir today. At first I felt happy... then it just dipped and dipped. Right now I have a bit of a headache. I don't think I'm sleeping enough and that's quite worrying but oh well, I think I will sleep earlier tonight... or later tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR AWESOME BELOVED ABCDEFGXYZ LOVELY FRIEND TAY WEILING HEARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND VIC YOU TOO!!! LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today... I really learnt how much I must appreciate my batchmates for being there for each other all the time. It's not every batch with batchmates who immediately surround and comfort you the moment you feel sad in choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&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/6223064120990662807-2439332898076621881?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2439332898076621881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2439332898076621881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2439332898076621881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2439332898076621881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-thoroughly-irritated-cheryl-by.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1644437575862084719</id><published>2010-02-01T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:15:55.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously arh... I dunno if my sister is dumb or DAMN DUMB to not realise that she put a grape inside her cup instead of her bowl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally feel like pulling out of Founder's day now, the audition criteria was unclear and didn't state that we had to audition as a group- I was unprepared for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara Chia you stomach hurricane person get well soon ya! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way I have started writing a journal (zzz the jounral thing came back again) and I have written down lots of stuff I don't dare to say on the Computer or face to face with others... when I'm feeling like it I will post a picture of my perceived diagram of Choir. It even has a legend! You might think I'm very weird and all that, but I really think my diagram totally describes Choir as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDSY :)))))))))))))))))) I REALLY MISS YOU HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN WITH YOUR LEON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1644437575862084719?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1644437575862084719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1644437575862084719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1644437575862084719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1644437575862084719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/02/seriously-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1376266078574062448</id><published>2010-01-29T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:24:12.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While my mum is out there squealing "OH MY GOD COCKROACH!!" I'm peacefully ignoring everything outside and typing away happily. Zen ^.^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep typing Livejournal as livejounral. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm one of the few who like sessions with Ms Mary Tan. Aren't they cute? As in I've always liked the variety of (mostly happy!) songs we get to sing! Like the ABC song is adorable and others too. One thing I really like about her is that she is very small-sized. I remember Ms Loo saying that the reason she accepted Phoebe into choir was because though she is small-sized, she has a very big voice, which is true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that may be why she accepted me too. So kudos for small-sized-big-voiced people! Like Ms Mary Tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to change my attitude towards others singing. Last time if someone was singing badly I would always grimace, scrunch up my face and look away. I'm trying to take the approach of smiling and instead encouraging the person. Earlier this month I learnt the feeling of being grimaced at when my singing is not up to standard. Of course I wasn't happy, but it's rude to voice it out to the person that what she's doing is, well, not very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before I expect others to change, I shall try to change for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope all of you change too! So long as someone is putting in effort there should be no reason to grimace as someone's singing! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1376266078574062448?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1376266078574062448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1376266078574062448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1376266078574062448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1376266078574062448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-my-mum-is-out-there-squealing-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3060499858811653597</id><published>2010-01-27T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:51:14.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not going overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I sort of expected it... You know the feeling that there's a teeny bit of you that you might be wrong and that, surprise, good news! I guess I shouldn't complain, because complaining isn't going to get me anywhere... but I must really say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to go overseas! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hopefully I can feel better after letting this out. No matter how hard I've been trying to see most things in a positive light, I have come to realise that in choir a Maybe for good events (e.g. the overseas trip and some other stuff) usually means no while a Maybe for not so good events usually means yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course, I have been proven wrong many times (last year's concert is a great example) but there is still this mindset harbouring in my mind and I feel very frustrated by it. It comforts me very slightly that at least the Sec 4s did a proposal and all that for us. But I guess that comfort is just that slight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday I was half-yawning then tears came out of my eyes (happens when I'm really too tired after yawning), then I suddenly cried a bit. I also do not know why I cried! Come to think of it it's quite amazing, you should try yawn-crying too! Even though after that I couldn't fall asleep but whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reetz is scaring me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 15px; "&gt;"Yay I just read through my old archives about the GST days and all the strange but funny things we used to do to Lingxi like how we (well mainly just Mich) badgered her about wearing 'nice clothes' and 'nice shoes' and did she have a boyfriend and where did she live and Mich's 'Leon and Lindsy' stage and also let's not forget the Playboy bunnies and ACS(I) shuai4 ge1s and playing chess on PSP obsession episodes. And also the nice things she did for us, like staying with me to help out and taking me to buy pretzels and cream puffs at Taka afterwards, going over to Nikki's house at 8 pm to somewhere around midnight to help out and bringing yummy donuts for us at Open House OM booth not to forget the 'nice clothes' --&gt; dress and high heels which FYI is very unLingxi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when some people say that a certain phase of time has passed and can never come back, we should believe them and stop thinking that they are exaggerating (no one usually says anything when they think someone is exaggerating but they make a silent note) . There's no way I can ever join OM again but well, this just made me feel and think so much. I really miss GST and Lindsy... bittersweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3060499858811653597?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3060499858811653597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3060499858811653597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3060499858811653597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3060499858811653597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2069449487527637221</id><published>2010-01-27T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:11:35.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My daddy so cute:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=daddy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/daddy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of your daddies use "yo"? MINE DOES :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was staring blankly at my math worksheet like how Josh sometimes stares blankly at his bolster:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00191-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00191-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;Oh well, Maths is really not my thing lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get into Founder's day! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2069449487527637221?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2069449487527637221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2069449487527637221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2069449487527637221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2069449487527637221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-daddy-so-cute-how-many-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7984322985712743048</id><published>2010-01-23T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:33:46.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is based on a real life account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The story of Lolo, Elta, Ilta and Olta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolo, Elta, Ilta and Olta are four tribes which live in harmony. In fact, these tribes are very similar, just that the Olta tribe is the most experienced and oldest, followed by Ilta, Elta and Lolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olta has leaders, wise and supportive ones who would constantly lend support. Their soft spot lay at this niceness too, which the other tribes especially Lolo and Elta grew dependent on. Ilta has leaders too, though not as prominent as Olta, or not so yet. Elta and Lolo however have no leaders, each individual living as an equal and appreciating each others' presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each tribe also has different progresses. Olta, Ilta and Elta have been making significant ones to improve their qualities of life while Lolo has been lingering around the level of "poor-average". This disheartened Olta, Ilta and Elta as Lolo did not seem to make an effort at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is where things get interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Lolo there was a growing demand of leadership as it felt a need for someone to guide them to "prosperity". It would, however, be immensely rude to elect yourself as a leader in such tribes. Thus, bonds were formed and slowly some turned out to be more popular than others (the tribe was now no longer as equal). Finally, one emerged as the unofficial leader. The other three tribes looked upon at Lolo in a horrified manner but much to their disgust they had no say in the politics in Lolo's tribe, thus they accepted this fact and mostly addressed the leader when discussing formal issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Olta's time in the forest was up and in hopes of better prospects, they moved to the city after imparting all their skills to the other tribes. Ilta, being the oldest tribe after the departure of Olta decided to lead the three tribes to a better future before their time was up. All four tribes (including Olta before they left) voted for leaders and roles in Ilta and everyone hoped they made the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one knows if this was the best decision they could make. Five months later, the Lolo and Elta realised that the approach Ilta took was harsher. They were unused to the strict instructions handed out by Ilta members and started to quietly protest. Despite Olta members advising Ilta ones to take a softer approach, this still continued. Ilta's tactics were blatantly not helping in Lolo's process of becoming a better tribe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we only have to wait and see for what this future brings us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were able to get the story (referring to the group of people whom I directed this towards), I have to say that you are brilliant. This is a parody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7984322985712743048?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7984322985712743048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7984322985712743048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7984322985712743048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7984322985712743048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-based-on-real-life-account.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4774711306946086509</id><published>2010-01-22T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:26:49.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired. ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir today was okay. Yesterday's choir was totally blank out for me. I felt very frustrated when we started on the Plum song thing because I'm not someone who can sight read well. Today's Deep River thing was frustrating too because everyone else seemed to know their parts well and I'm struggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite fun coming up with our (temporary) busking group name. I think what we have now is "Amor At last" or something like that! And I have decided not to trust Kim and Weiling with their taste, what with the Aga Aga and Ala Carte. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh I'm really really really tired so much stuff to do so little time for myself DDDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4774711306946086509?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4774711306946086509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4774711306946086509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4774711306946086509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4774711306946086509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4696487988329905909</id><published>2010-01-20T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:59:51.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the quietest CLE lesson, or any lesson of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4696487988329905909?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4696487988329905909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4696487988329905909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4696487988329905909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4696487988329905909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-quietest-cle-lesson-or-any.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4116446811659914506</id><published>2010-01-17T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:38:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OBS is over YEA. OBS was less horrible than I expected it to be but it was no beach resort or anything. For one I'm someone with sucky stamina and my definition of "tiring" is carrying my school bag up four flights of steps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say trekking for approximately 10km must have been living hell for me, and if I were a guy I would have said "it blew the balls out of me" but no I'm not a guy so I'll limit my description to what I previously said. (By the way I realised that the way I have been saying Beijing is more Americanized now as I'm saying it in the Beizzhing instead of Bei3 Jing1. And that is not good because I'm supposed to be able to say it in the Bei3 Jing1 way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But OBS really bonded my class together and it is true that it makes strangers friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During kayaking I suddenly thought of choir (don't ask me why, but I suddenly said aloud "Hey there's choir tomorrow" only to be greeted by silence). So weird right but yea kayaking was a very bad experience to me. And I still feel sorry and bad for Claire and Sarah. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm home and enjoying the sofa I'm sitting on I can't be bothered to drag my lazy ass to go for choir on Tuesday -.- Too lazy la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4116446811659914506?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4116446811659914506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4116446811659914506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4116446811659914506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4116446811659914506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/obs-is-over-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4999312235988595253</id><published>2010-01-08T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:54:14.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I really have to post about this. I am not too scared about OBS now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, if you mentioned OBS to me, this is what you would have gotten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mich1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/mich1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:Georgia, serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And if you talked about Jetty Jump...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mich2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/mich2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after many people encouraged me that it was okay (Grace, Giovanni, Nicolette, Vic, err Jlee, Sean, people I can't really remember) it should be necessary that I give them something like this if not their efforts to comfort me would have been wasted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mich3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/mich3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:Georgia, serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thanks guys! I will try my best to maximise and enjoy my time in Pulau Ubin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had farewell recently. It was okay but I could tell that some Sec 4s were kinda irritated because they had to keep doing forfeits instead of them watching others do forfeits and laughing at them. But they were quite nice about it. Okay that sentence ended a bit weird but I really did not know how to end it so I just stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people cried, which surprised me because last year tons of people cried. Maybe it's cos the Sec 4s sort of left some time ago so the choir is used to them not being around. I think farewell this year is too late, it doesn't really let us properly send the Sec 4s off when our memories with them is still fresh in our hearts. Sounds corny but yea to me it sounds logical . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is to blame I guess, cos it was really hard finding a date in which everyone was free with holidays and arts fest., so kudos to the Sec 4s 2010 for organizing this thingy well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During farewell I really felt quite emotionless. Hahaha. Many times someone feels that something makes an extremely huge impact of your life (e.g. the presence of a certain batch of people, in this case the Sec 4s) and all that. However I wonder how many people will keep in contact with &lt;strong&gt;every single person they wrote cards to &lt;/strong&gt;. I'm quite confident the answer is zero but I'm hoping to be proved wrong. I won't keep in contact with most/any Sec 4s for the simple reason that I'm not close to them, but it's nice to know that some of these people acknowledged my presence everytime we passed by even though we weren't the closest of friends or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was quite happy to see Shze Hui cos I haven't seen her for some time and it feels nice to see your friend after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4999312235988595253?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4999312235988595253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4999312235988595253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4999312235988595253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4999312235988595253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2010/01/obs-ok-i-really-have-to-post-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8962212747628176181</id><published>2009-12-31T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:00:29.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I will try to be as honest as possible in this post. 2009 is coming to an end! I shall write in the Ups and Downs of 2009,starting with the Downs then to the Ups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Ups and Downs of 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Downs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I got rejected by Musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I stood a good chance. The guy even said "That was good!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I got rejected by PSB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew I had no hope in this one though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I got rejected by House Comm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was unsure about this, but deep inside I was really hoping I would get in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I got rejected by OM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I felt like a truck ran over me when the results came out. I cried that day and that night, asking myself why I didn't get in. Right now I'm still not sure why I did not get in. Hsin Pei tried to convince me I would get in before the results came out and told me they would reject truly lousy ones, which she felt I wasn't one of them. Maybe I'm just lousy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My Chinese marks dipped to 59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Erm... (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My mum had a cancer scare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was the scariest of the lot. Thank god it's just a scare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I just dropped my ice-cream. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nooo my ice-cream D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ups&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I made new friends with my OM team members and I discovered the meaning of "Hard Work Paid Off".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't care what the teachers say about what we could have done even better/more. I liked what we did. And I made 6 new friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Choir achieved a "Gold" for SYF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though everyone wanted a Gold with Honours, I think Gold is enough. After all, the main point of SYF to me is not to achieve Gold with Honours but  to know that you've put in tons of effort into creating good music.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Our class made a class tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As compared to last year this is one HUGE achievement. Someone pass me the confetti!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I got closer to my classmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amanda Hsiung, Amanda Lee, Eswari, Yu Teng, Desiree, Kimberly, Wu You, Xue Tong, more people whom I can't think of right now. Oh Yuanyue, err... dunno (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I encouraged Wei Ling to audition for the Musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think this changed much of her life and helped her find new friends. Thus I'm happy I convinced her to go for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have a new-found confidence in choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyone who was in choir last year would know that I was very shy and I didn't dare to interact with almost everyone. I was also an easily emotional person, angry at the sight of two busking groups and crying over such stuff. I'm happy to say that since this year came I realised I had to come out of my bubble and stop being so self-centred. This gave me confidence and leads to...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I made new choir friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can give you names! Lemme think... okay here are the people whom I consider &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; friends (or at least people I think I can comfortably say hi to when we pass by) I made &lt;b&gt;this year.&lt;/b&gt; Wanyii, Sinyee, Shauna, Ariel Lim, Emeline, Chengyi, Enting, Amanda, Giovanni, Cheryl, Nicolette, Reetaza, Claire, Churen, Sarah, Jodyn, Wei Ling.. zzz there are so many I don't wanna say anymore. I'm too lazy (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the Ups and Downs. :D&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/6223064120990662807-8962212747628176181?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8962212747628176181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8962212747628176181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8962212747628176181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8962212747628176181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-try-to-be-as-honest-as-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2881696557345107746</id><published>2009-12-30T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:12:08.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay this is seriously freaking me out I am really scared of OBS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Emeline who reminded me that OBS is like 2-3 weeks away, I got all worried about it. Like what if you feel like pooping/peeing in the middle of water activities!? I don't wanna poop in front of no one yo, that's just sick. Peeing too. Okay I need to go, wish me luck for OBS later next year okay? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2881696557345107746?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2881696557345107746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2881696557345107746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2881696557345107746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2881696557345107746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-this-is-seriously-freaking-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1989121239574855977</id><published>2009-12-29T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:02:35.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was CCAO. Everything was kinda boring, apart from talking to Emeline Vic and Jodyn. Churen joined in occasionally. Vic's photo-taking skills are quite good! Just saying :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (Jodyn and I) talked to them (Cheryl, Enting and Grace Tan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that being in choir comm. means a lot of stuff to do, so ever since just now I am starting to see the Sec 3s this year in a different light. When I asked about the choir trip and they told me that they researched and submitted the proposal, it just felt err... beautiful. Okay fine my English sucks but the things they do (and the effort they put in) without showing everyone else what they are doing is quite touching. They don't get a lot back for spending time to research, no recognition, no thanks or whatever. Which is why I admire them for what they are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that they want to improve so badly shows their effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say that I find Ariel Lim very courageous and brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea. Chengyi's new hair is not bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1989121239574855977?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1989121239574855977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1989121239574855977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1989121239574855977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1989121239574855977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-ccao.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7892901406218506353</id><published>2009-12-27T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:08:45.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cravings for a younger brother just increased. Argh Kenneth why must you make me want to have a younger brother so bad? Gosh I really love children so much. I want younger siblings!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trip to Switzerland, Germany and Shanghai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically the trip was fun, but what was more important to me was getting to know people! I'm naturally a people person even though I will be very uncomfortable beside people I've only known for a few days. Usually this discomfort ends at around day 5-6 and I tend to be more relaxed around new friends after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I only got to know Celeste and Bryan at like Day 8, which is too late D: I wish I knew more of them. But the part when I learnt that Bryan (who happens to be 185cm tall to my horror) is 1 year younger than I am was quite funny because... because he doesn't look like 13?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like socializing. I like it even more when people confuse my sisters and me together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frequency of certain phrases:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The three of you look like triplets!" x2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(when we tell one guy that nope we aren't triplets,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then the two of you [my two sisters] must be twins!" x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because the three of you are of the same height!" x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which one of you is the oldest?" x4-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's you [middle sister] right?" x 2-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I enjoy that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays are actually funner than I expect. It's quite interesting to interact with people whom you have never seen before, people who come from different places and with different stories to share. Err lemme think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea like how earlier this year I got to know Javier who has a ear hole, earring whatever. And then I got to know Herman this year, who also has a piercing. I mean, it's not something I saw at all in SHPS (in guys I meant) and certainly not in RGS. So I guess it was quite cool to like see such stuff O.O People usually associate guys who have piercings with Ah Bengs or some gang member, but I highly doubt Javier nor Herman are either. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUDDEN NOTICE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wanyii: ploopie says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS + BOXING DAY + NEW YEAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mich says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   yay!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; you too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn I love Wanyii. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to topic. I learnt a bit about... I dunno. Oh yea I learnt the guy punch-handshake-whatever thing!! I practiced it with Kenneth and it worked like finally! I mastered the elbow to palm thing without sliding off. Am I pro or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww come to think of it I will really miss these guys ): we will probably never talk again but it's up to ME to stay in contact! I'll go bother them in MSN next time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Choir prac was ok. ZZ I just used 2 OKs in a five word sentence. Well nothing much happened so to compensate for that boringness I talked a lot with Emeline. Which is not good cos I shouldn't be talking too much what. ): I think the last time I did that (talk a lot) was last year with Phoebe. We talked about lots of jokes including zebras, nuns running up the hills and whatnot -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err at least this time's talking with Emeline was an improvement from the previous time with Phoebe? As in we talked about more err, realistic stuff like shoes, ghosts -.- , singing. An improvement from the zebras and nuns right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7892901406218506353?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7892901406218506353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7892901406218506353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7892901406218506353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7892901406218506353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cravings-for-younger-brother-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4755919681517664647</id><published>2009-12-01T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:58:47.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished revamping my links! I deleted all those people who removed their blogs and edit all the relinks. I removed my tagboard too! After realising that well, I don't really care what people post on it, I decided to remove it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my sis got a new iPod! It's really cool cos it was flatter than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir these few days have been fun! I dunno how many times I have said this but I am really starting to like choir! That's kinda cool cos I was, after all, someone who used to attempt to count my attendance for each term to make such I have 75% no matter how much I pon. I like Les Avions though we already sang it last year, and for once the alto part is reasonably okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the annual Braddell Senior Citizen something something Celebration again. I received my $60 for getting above 70% in academic terms this year! Awesome! Oh and and when I was pushing this chair to the side as it was blocking my way, this cute RI recipient helped me push it!!! Oh my gosh he was really very cute! (But I must say the primary school recipients were cuter, cos at least 3/4 of them were half my height) Still! I felt so gan3 dong4 when he pushed my chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a brother like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that RI guy is younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is I forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I need a series of RI Sec one class photos now. Eh he really very cute leh, but I think this incident will just fade into my memory and remain there. Aww that's so sad! D: Like Deepa and the Army Open House guy who according to them, was super cute (I only got to saw his hair, but even his HAIR was cute!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents using MSN is a very cute thing! Go Daddy and Mommy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4755919681517664647?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4755919681517664647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4755919681517664647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4755919681517664647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4755919681517664647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-finished-revamping-my-links-i-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8383767742318755999</id><published>2009-11-16T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:18:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(zips up my pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE COME TO REALISE THAT I AM A VERY EVIL PERSON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant that seriously, as in I LOVE reading people's blogs when they are angry/pissed/sad and I laugh at them. I'm so bad hor... I must cut down on this habit! However, I love being honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;211&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! It has been already 2 years since I first entered 111! So exciting! Okay I'll really really miss 211 a lot because 211 has been FANTASTIC recently. Stuff like Netball Carnival, ACP (especially this one), Karaoke Competition, my class also must fight one. Wah this is fantastic. To all the people who aren't in my class this year, that's such a pity because it is an absolute joy to watch my classmates fight over small stuff people don't usually fight about. (The best part is I'm always an outsider to arguments so I can just sit here, relax, drink my Milo and laugh at the dumb stuff people are fighting over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to use names. But then I still want to continue being an outsider and enjoy my stay in RGS so I will not. Basically, ACP prep was AWESOME. No words can describe it actually. Immensely fun is an understatement but the point is that, there was quite a fight in our very first ACP prep! And being the Michelle Wang I am I love it when people fight over dumb stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ACP discussion, the Lunch Buddies take over the discussion cos well, no one really wants to take over it. According to some sources, some people feel that the Lunch Buddies were dominating the discussion and ignoring all other suggestions from people outside the Lunch Buddies. So A, who was originally from the "Hobo Clique" (random name) tells B, from the Lunch Buddies Clique, that A wants to apologise for the people in the Hobo Clique for complaining/ranting about B and the Lunch Buddies. B forgives A, yet is angry with the Hobo Clique for well, ranting about B and the Lunch Buddies for supposedly "dominating the class in ACP prep discussion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting! there's more to it but now I'm too lazy to write anything. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8383767742318755999?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8383767742318755999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8383767742318755999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8383767742318755999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8383767742318755999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/11/zips-up-my-pants-i-have-come-to-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6289303447594505653</id><published>2009-10-12T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:50:43.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7S9AHivoOLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7S9AHivoOLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSH :D BACKGROUND VOICE IN LAST FEW SECONDS IS ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6289303447594505653?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6289303447594505653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6289303447594505653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6289303447594505653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6289303447594505653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/10/josh-d-background-voice-in-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6751488505717003034</id><published>2009-08-31T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:12:29.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to post when I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm getting more poker-faced and that when I am angry I tend to have an unreadable face instead of a face which looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=sadbaby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/sadbaby.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://greenbabyguide.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead，I'll have an unreadable face and try to feel happy! But in between process of sad to happy makes me feel like crap cos I can't tell if I should be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think of happy or weird stuff. Like Reichel's humongous fat face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah it's the camera. Or I photoshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6751488505717003034?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6751488505717003034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6751488505717003034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6751488505717003034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6751488505717003034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-like-to-post-when-i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-5440776371578307026</id><published>2009-08-27T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:12:06.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=adaptations.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/adaptations.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling jealous. But I think I will try to be happy because being happy is better than being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir comm results were today. I'm neutral about most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Reichel for talking to me :) It really helped.&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I want to be a person with a happy family. The problem is I don't know how to dress up as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-5440776371578307026?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5440776371578307026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=5440776371578307026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5440776371578307026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5440776371578307026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-feeling-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7290531203720711405</id><published>2009-08-21T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:04:57.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm under this horrible impression that Grace Tan thinks I like only good-looking guys and I'm quite upset by that because I don't! And it's a big misconception as I'm really someone who goes for personalities! I go for... good-natured guys! Such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=josh2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/josh2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josh. (too bad he's my cousin and that's a bit of incest)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=jlee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/jlee.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathan Lee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=IMAG0216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/IMAG0216.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathan Tan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=benandjc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/benandjc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe these guys. (From left: Benedict and Jian Chong)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they may not look like them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=F4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/F4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;http://www.arirang.co.kr/Blog/Arirang_Town.asp?code=Bl7&amp;id=&amp;page=9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left: Lee Min Ho, Kim Hyun-Joong, Kim Bum and Kim Joon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they are kind people at heart, spirit, soul and whatever things inside their Mind and Body! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya I don't go for guys just for their looks, THOUGH I won't mind one with good looks (bonus points)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh and thanks to Jlee and Jtan for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;*And hey thanks Sandra, Alch, Kitty, Winnie, Deepa, May, Chengyi and Sean for tagging! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7290531203720711405?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7290531203720711405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7290531203720711405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7290531203720711405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7290531203720711405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-basically-im-under-this-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3751277960673415199</id><published>2009-07-31T09:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:02:46.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday jiji. I'm so sorry it's late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3751277960673415199?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3751277960673415199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3751277960673415199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3751277960673415199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3751277960673415199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-jiji.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3428126353035824887</id><published>2009-04-21T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:01:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh I feel so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading ChengYi's blog I started tearing a bit but I stopped cos it's really bad to cry. It affects the people around you. So a tear or two ran out of my eyes and I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the line:&lt;br /&gt;"We let the sec 4s down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I really don't know how to face them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3428126353035824887?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3428126353035824887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3428126353035824887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3428126353035824887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3428126353035824887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-gosh-i-feel-so-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2299750869638040416</id><published>2009-04-20T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:16:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now I feel like utter crap but I think many people are feeling like shit too so I think I should not cry lest anyone who reads an emo post in my blog cries! I was really tempted to write whatever happened today, all the sadness and the happiness but I think I'll leave today behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll revisit this day two years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I keep thinking about the shuai guy I saw in Ave Maria! I think he is imperfect in a nice way. He really shows tons of emotion when he sing, ah he is SO bloody cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually drew a portrait of the cute guy to show my dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shuaiguy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/shuaiguy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why the adam's apple is there, I just remembered that guys do have adam apples. If I didn't draw it that would mean he was a tranny, which he CLEARLY IS NOT! &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel like singing the song I LOVE YOU BABY because of Carly! I mean her siblings lah, I'm not lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Carly's siblings are totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTNESS! and&lt;br /&gt;CUTE! and&lt;br /&gt;SEXY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY PIECES OF FLESH YUMYUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01842.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC01842.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carly's Sexy Sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00624.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carly's Hot Brother (2nd youngest)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute! The Sexy One placed her palm inside her mouth ahh XD and the Hot one is wearing an ADORABLE hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm seriously in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you choir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2299750869638040416?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2299750869638040416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2299750869638040416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2299750869638040416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2299750869638040416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people-actually-now-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-5391505707131288030</id><published>2009-04-18T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:05:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was... stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short post, but really, I think, my most dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect tears on Monday. Each tear will be a tear of joy, no matter what we get. Because we have worked so hard for this day that we will all cry for our few minutes on stage. Whatever we sing will be the most wonderful thing anyone has ever heard, and anyone will be able to see that this is a group of people who love singing and most importantly, love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you RGSCHOIR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-5391505707131288030?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5391505707131288030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=5391505707131288030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5391505707131288030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5391505707131288030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2847689432526913269</id><published>2009-04-16T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:25:13.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought we sounded really awesome during choir today, and that's awesOMe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had to watch videos of people singing songs and I particularly liked the one with the men in the cathedral inside. I watched that video before and I remembered this individual who is SO DAMN GOOD-LOOKING inside! But I couldn't remember how he looked like so I paid careful attention during this time's video-screening and I found him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is super HOT. SERIOUSLY. A HOT GUY SINGING. IM HYPERVENTILATING SHIT HE'S SO HANDSOME. Usually most (err stereotyping) guy choristers are kind of weird-looking and this man is a living example that extraordinary people exist! I am so so inspired by him thank you whatever name you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really handsome! He's not the type of Daniel-Craig-cool-and-mysterious type, instead he's the nice looking HANDSOME type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOMEHANDSOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH I CAN'T GET OVER HIM HE IS SO HANDSOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Actually he isn't Orlando Bloom is sexier.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. For an ordinary person you see in the streets he is handsome-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we had cooking lessons, it was quite fun. We were suppose to cook Lor Mai Kai or whatever it's called. I was scared of the fire cos I'm not one who bakes cookies/fries eggs/cooks instant noodles. So I sort of requested that Zhang Rui do all the tough stuff while I stand there and clean the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up cooking some stuff too and now I'm not too scared of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the Lor Mai Kai tasted like shit. It's not Zhang Rui's fault at all cos she needed to leave early so I was suppose to wait for 30min then after that take the food out. I took it out at 25min. So the Lor Mai Kai was slightly less tougher than rubber but still tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop complaining that my maid's cooking sucks cos mine is utter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I didn't suffer from stomachache that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the series of cooking episodes on Wednesday, I bumped into Nicolette and Sandra and we decided to have lunch at Bugis! I was happily eating my Yoshinoya Salmon Value Meal worth $4.95 when I suddenly remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Shit I have choir today. Erm, shit! D:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the fact that my tasty salmon thingy costs $4.95 doesn't seem to be very important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sms-ed Shze Hui to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn back but I sort of realised I was in Bugis Junction eating my $4.95 Yoshinoya Value Meal. Oh no I think I have a strange addiction to type weird stuff like how much a freaking Value Meal in Yoshinoya costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in choir I felt very happy during &lt;s&gt;Hotaru Koi&lt;/s&gt;(ahh old memories)Word Game. Because I finally had a chance to flaunt my wonderful breakdancing skills to everyone! I totally did NOT understand the last part when we're suppose to say Soda and twist our heads. So my eyes were like &gt;.&gt; to the few people beside me and I followed whatever they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember last year's concert, a good friend of mine called Lavinya was laughing at me cos I forgot my dance steps on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acknowledging my great dance skills, Lavu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Zibing! [Chinese Drama]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Hui Jun! [Band]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Naomi! [English Drama]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to all the other people having SYF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavinya, Reichel, Ashley, Eswari, Deepa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2847689432526913269?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2847689432526913269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2847689432526913269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2847689432526913269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2847689432526913269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-thought-we-sounded-really-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2143407256442958291</id><published>2009-03-30T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:48:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling strangely happy now, thought I lost my wallet. But I'm confident that the people in my school are really nice like Sin Yee and will return my wallet to me like how she did! Another 5 people will be looking at my gorgeous EZ-Link card photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, I had to act as a fat Snow White for OM! My group hadn't really made my costume yet so we conveniently stuffed a pillow up my sexy &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; stomach. I looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00473.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fat tummy in Nicolette's house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, even though my fatness image was kind of fail, it's still an achievement kay? We really tried our best to maximize my magnitude in terms of looks-wise and with the skirt added I looked rather big-sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember people, OBSERVE THE STOMACH and not the legs/head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam photo of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00458.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tay Min's damn sexy butt coupled with Anne looking out. Nadia the Cool denies a photo of herself cos she's too cool for the camera! :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2143407256442958291?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2143407256442958291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2143407256442958291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2143407256442958291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2143407256442958291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-feeling-strangely-happy-now-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2003766582224372491</id><published>2009-03-16T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:36:52.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to Facebook, and to my horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=may.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/may.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May REALLY SCARES ME. I was like "zomgwtf MAY TAN!?" Until I looked closely to see that it was the senior MAY. Thank you for the letter Y which replaces N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF Auditions were okay-ish. At first I thought I totally screwed it up when I didn't even sing the last two bars of Ave Maria cos I was too nervous but I realised that there are many others who sing really well during normal sessions but simply broke down on Saturday as they were nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS to these people, HUGGIE HUGS! I think Ms Loo doesn't just consider this particular auditions to see if you can get in or not, she probably knows all of us are nervous, some more than the others! So there's don't need to feel so bad cos things will work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, even if you don't get into SYF (and if I don't get in),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE CAN ALWAYS GO FOR DANCING CLASSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe dancing is the THING for us and not SINGING! You never know, ten years later you may see Michelle Wang doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.divers.nl/uploaded/IMAGES/breakdance.jpg" src="http://www.divers.nl/uploaded/IMAGES/breakdance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from: http://www.divers.nl/uploaded/IMAGES/breakdance.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;POSSIBLE! Don't you people doubt my ability to break dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2003766582224372491?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2003766582224372491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2003766582224372491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2003766582224372491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2003766582224372491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-went-to-facebook-and-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4494583069397902155</id><published>2009-03-09T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:39:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have shared our morning days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And gone through all rainy nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the darkest of nights&lt;br /&gt;Stars still light up our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream that will be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Cross the bridge of rainbow&lt;br /&gt;In search of the gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For here we stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For here we stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dearest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our dearest friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely from our hearts we wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From our hearts we wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May streams of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Shine like rays of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shine like rays of hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hand in hand, we'll work and strive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the best things in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the best things in life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://blog.cybette.com/archives/000338.html"&gt;http://blog.cybette.com/archives/000338.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITALICS&lt;/em&gt; are the repeats, &lt;strong&gt;BOLDS&lt;/strong&gt; are my favourite lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember it was a rainy day when it was temperature taking and I had forgotten to bring my thermometer. Saman and Anne helped me out. Thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I can't solve a Math question, Zibing, Saman and Hui Jun will always help me out. Hand in hand we work together to correct each other's mistakes and do well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea, I think this song is my favourite RGS song, apart from our school song. Founder's day was nice and I really sang the school song with pride. Even though it's dumb for our school to spend 23k on like spotlights each, the amount of thought put into making Founder's day a success really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, many of the Sec 3 choirmates were camwhoring in the choir room and it was really fun taking photos with everyone! That made me realise that no matter how much I dread choir, there's still a lot of joy in it. I'm starting to like choir more and more and I'm also learning to appreciate my batchmates, BERO-mates and other choirmates there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my batchmates Bianche, Claire, Chengyi, Churen, Emeline, Jodyn, Kimberley, Phoebe, Reetaza, Sabrina, Victoria and Wei Ling! Also, another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the BERO people: Amanda, Ariel, Chengyi, Emeline, Enting, Grace, Shauna, Shze Hui, Sin Yee, Varsha and Wan Yii! And another yay to the other choir people out there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year has been an improvement from last year, both in terms of choir and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OM! OMOMOMOMOMOMD2P4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM I LOVE YOU SO BAD THAT NO WORDS CAN DESCRIBE MY LOVE FOR YOU. OH BABY BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my wuuuuuuuunnerful OM mates Fangda, Hsin Pei, Jie Ying Nicolette, Tang Xiao and Yi Jun, may we...er.. be friends forever! :D Though our progress is sort of lousy and our end result a bit the s0t s0t, I still love you guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to our lovely mentor Lindsy, thanks for your guidance and love towards us! And for spending around $2 of transportation fees each time you need to see us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has kicked off somewhat well, and I hope things can remain this way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4494583069397902155?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4494583069397902155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4494583069397902155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4494583069397902155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4494583069397902155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedication-we-have-shared-our-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3506271639931003579</id><published>2009-01-06T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:13:31.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM TOTALLY HIGH-ING NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CLASS GOT MS REGINA LEE FOR ENG/LIT AND MRS ALINA WEE FOR PE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG KALLANG WAVE! ALL KALLANG WAVE@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that the teachers are so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMAN :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with many MANAs! Sorry that's dumb. I'm really high now, but still happy birthday my dear :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3506271639931003579?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3506271639931003579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3506271639931003579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3506271639931003579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3506271639931003579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-totally-high-ing-now-my-class-got.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6416566853410794221</id><published>2009-01-01T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:09:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays and beyond</title><content type='html'>OHAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da new timetable for my class next year just came out and for me, looks like i will have no more leave-school-by-2 o'clock days D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest i can finish (according to my new timetable) is at 3 pm. Also, my PE is at 4:30 pm to 6 pm@!##@!!@# &lt;-- so late. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEH 2009 RESOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new timetable and me getting bored of all my MMORPGs, the only game i really play now is a random facebook game with which fluff is obsessed. So i quit just about every game i evar played (except for fifa online 2 cus i cant bear giving it up ;D) and uninstalled dem all. So ya, im gona play a lot less nowadays and get focused on my studies abit more =X (grades suffered last year due to an overwhelming addictedness to a game which name i have forgotten. yesh i pleh that many games...) During these holidays i think i've gone out about 8 times? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count:&lt;br /&gt;1 week holiday in M'Sia- not counted&lt;br /&gt;1 day going out to buy random TCG cards and looking for worm's bday pressie&lt;br /&gt;1 day going out to buy more random TCG cards and pulling fluff along to buy worm's bday pressie&lt;br /&gt;1 day going out to worm's house&lt;br /&gt;1 day mich's house&lt;br /&gt;Every saturday dinner out and sunday grandma's house (Not counted)&lt;br /&gt;Holy krap. only went out 5 times. nuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;PS: i has memory problem so it may be inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games that i've quit:&lt;br /&gt;1. Battle Dawn (fluff's gona go like OMGOMGOMG JI QUIT BD OMGOMGOMG)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rappelz&lt;br /&gt;3. RappelzSEA&lt;br /&gt;3. er.. MapleSEA? if you count quitting it 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;4. Cabal&lt;br /&gt;5,6. Maple Private server (FinalStory and SydneyMS)&lt;br /&gt;7. Combat Arms&lt;br /&gt;8. America's Army&lt;br /&gt;9. Command&amp;Conquer:Generals&lt;br /&gt;9. Halo 3 &lt;--- i be nevar quitting this game. just that my xbox live ran out. D: For june holidays im gona get a month of XBL so fluff and i can hog the xbox for the whole month &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;10. a few Facebook games (eg pet society, knighthood[fluffwillkeelmeforsayingdis])&lt;br /&gt;11. Gunbound&lt;br /&gt;12. Gunbound-Private-Server-Which-i-never-actually-cared-about-much&lt;br /&gt;12. POKEMON CARDS LOLOLOL (quit like 3 years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really a game maniac. see mi gamez that i've managed to get bored of within a month :D&lt;br /&gt;Though i cant think of anything in the future i can use to entertain myself but i dont wana risk getting stuck to a com game again and letting my studies plummet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worm's House :D Bday, Late Housewarming, Early Christmas. lol&lt;br /&gt;So ya. fluff and i gave worm magic:the gathering-related cards. But by the way magic fails in comparison to yu gi oh cards which noone is really interested in anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wuz the first time i ate more than a spoonful of spice-related stuff (laksa that worm's mom cooked ;D) and surprisingly my tongue didnt die. maybe cuz of the root beer + huge amt of unspicyness with the laksa. Worm kept intentionally trying to splash water on mi pants by.... hopping? on the puddles of water btw the MRT and his house. &gt;:( but i countered :D&lt;br /&gt;Pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SVzLW-Cs1kI/AAAAAAAAABA/kmUxRhgGrno/s1600-h/27072008317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SVzLW-Cs1kI/AAAAAAAAABA/kmUxRhgGrno/s320/27072008317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286323658098005570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last week i found out i had a disease. Drumroll music... dun dun dun dunnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;So apparently the disease is called Osgood-Shlatter's disease. So its like, cause of a hard bump on my left knee now theres a lump on it.. and my left knee hurts alot whenever i put a decent_amount of pressure on it, so ya my knee sometimes gives up (i be falling down) when i bend it like     l (right angles) and i put pressure on it. so whenever i walk i need to keep it straight and whenever i run i need to.. limp-run or something. the doctor said i couldnt get exception from PE cause of it though ;( its suppoused to recover in 4-5 months of no activity but we have NAFA and weekly PE so i dont think it will ever go awae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SVzOHV_qRjI/AAAAAAAAABI/LfUUIJdBPjA/s1600-h/Picture0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SVzOHV_qRjI/AAAAAAAAABI/LfUUIJdBPjA/s320/Picture0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286326688184682034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya my parents are like, bothering me to go to sleep now. so, bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6416566853410794221?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6416566853410794221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6416566853410794221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6416566853410794221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6416566853410794221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays-and-beyond.html' title='Holidays and beyond'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SVzLW-Cs1kI/AAAAAAAAABA/kmUxRhgGrno/s72-c/27072008317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2996318442019506902</id><published>2008-12-22T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:57:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks my darling friends for all the comfort :D Today was uber fun and I really loved the mahjong, bridge, monopoly and whatever crap we played! I can't find the photo we took but I found the photo we took last month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Sean!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and I really feel like celebrating! So for Christmas this year, I shall make a wish list to Santa, and hopefully Santa will give these things to me! Since New Year comes shortly after, the wish will be a combined one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Whoever is Up There Staring at my Fugly Face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been a really good girl this year, but please forgive me because I had to leave my ultra-awesome friends for a school which I never wanted to go! So for next year, I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To get into SYF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Celebrate Kimberley's, Tze How's, My, Sean and Jian Chong's birthdays together!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get around 3.4-3.6 GPA EOY and make my mum happy&lt;br /&gt;4. To be able to crap with Sean more often via SMS&lt;br /&gt;5. The 4 people in the "5 of us" to surprise me on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really want to celebrate our birthdays together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2996318442019506902?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2996318442019506902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2996318442019506902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2996318442019506902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2996318442019506902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-my-darling-friends-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6884110876575968880</id><published>2008-12-12T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:45:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh?</title><content type='html'>Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6884110876575968880?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6884110876575968880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6884110876575968880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6884110876575968880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6884110876575968880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/12/meh.html' title='Meh?'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6010399168208894218</id><published>2008-11-18T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:42:32.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIU XUETONG IS SO LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fahrenheit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/fahrenheit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6010399168208894218?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6010399168208894218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6010399168208894218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6010399168208894218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6010399168208894218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/11/liu-xuetong-is-so-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1394923576722506269</id><published>2008-11-18T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:33:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Sean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for wanting to get me a birthday present! However, I do not want a &lt;strong&gt;a video of you stripping&lt;/strong&gt; as my present. Your body is not as hot as Cao Ge's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I still owe leti, chengyi and jodyn birthday presents x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1394923576722506269?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1394923576722506269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1394923576722506269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1394923576722506269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1394923576722506269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-sean-thanks-for-wanting-to-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4109085501650247299</id><published>2008-11-16T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:59:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;END-OF-YEAR MINI-FUNFAIR 2008!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;, or you could say funner than the previous batch outings! I liked it a lot cos more people came than expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00395.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get YOUR sausage people! One for fifty cents! Sausages are totally tasty and go totally well with mayonnaise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00396.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone gets his sausage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00398.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah is cut off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah, Candice, Kimberley and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sean, Wiki and Kibs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHPS BEAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandra! And the bear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00404.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken and I! I blinked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00406.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saman and I. Yay :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00407.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00407.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lunch. HOKKIEN MEE! Looks so tasty, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00408.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone upgraded his sausage to an inflatable plastic balloon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00410.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken, Nikki, Aileen, Sean and ChingYing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nikki and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00412.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Failed Photo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay successful! Sean's orange head pops out from nowhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more photos. I didn't take more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4109085501650247299?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4109085501650247299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4109085501650247299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4109085501650247299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4109085501650247299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-year-mini-funfair-2008-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3087202532102579618</id><published>2008-11-10T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:50:31.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like magazines which tell teenagers to practise safe sex. Usually these magazines will show a photograph of some female hottie and a half-naked &lt;strong&gt;MALE HOTTIE&lt;/strong&gt; in a near kissing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that the male hottie is very hot which seriously attracts my attention, I wonder what these models feel when they're posing. Especially if they're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about the "zomfgxz my mum is gonna kill me shit" feelings or "what time does night school start" feelings. I'm talking about the "wow dig this hot babe here. sexy figure. too bad she ain't masculine, the type i like" feelings. So, WHAT DO THEY THINK? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3087202532102579618?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3087202532102579618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3087202532102579618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3087202532102579618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3087202532102579618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-magazines-which-tell-teenagers.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3074607730663712697</id><published>2008-11-05T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:47:06.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken in Drama Nite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00371.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saman and Zi Bing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00373.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00373.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Height difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00374.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saman and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00375.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In between Xuetong and Wuyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00376.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The three lesbians.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00377.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zib and I. Wow my hair here is weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00380.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YuanYue and Winnie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copying of HSM: FAIL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mary Tan gave me some comments that I should join my notes together so that they sound &lt;em&gt;legato&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd person who told me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do something about it. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that having a good sex life is healthy! And how good is good? Well, good means having sex with your partner &lt;em&gt;willingly and happily&lt;/em&gt; twice a week! The partner should be your longtime dating person or spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into OM and I'm in Nicolette's group! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3074607730663712697?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3074607730663712697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3074607730663712697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3074607730663712697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3074607730663712697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-last-day-of-school-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8984794306833093287</id><published>2008-10-27T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:31:34.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should really stop crying. This is my 2nd time in less than 7 days. Almost my third, if I didn't resist the time when I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that what I hated most was not school, was not choir. I hated myself. For being born into somewhere where the outcomes of decisions are usually negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I was forced into RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a total liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say I was "forced".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my parents did do was to give me that look when I said that I didn't want to go to RGS. They sort of "asked" me, "You're going to choose RGS, right?" with the answer in their mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I was sort of pressured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've not really mentioned about the other half of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of pressured to go into Dunman High too. By my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I mention my school now, they are the first to snide at it and to just insult it. And it sort of sucks. I don't know what I did that made them insult my school instead of me. The feeling is worse when they do that. So much worse. It just makes me regret not going to Dunman High. I'm starting to pity myself. That's one thing Auntie Maureen told us never to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think RGS is a nice school. If you're willing to adapt there, you'll find time enjoyable there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all my fault that I wasn't able to adapt there. I have this feeling that the people in my class think I'm some kind of weird person who cracks at weird jokes and only weird jokes. I also think that the people in choir think I'm some ultra-quiet freak who hates socialising and makes no effort to try to be friendly or gain respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame those people. It has been my fault that I didn't do anything to just... go out there and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my sister makes remarks about my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RGS is a school for whining bitches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was a whining bitch at that time before she made that remark, but I don't know why she must do this to me. Why my school? At some points of my life I really HATE RGS for some areas, but when our school wins competitions or does something great I'm really proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to accept the fact that RGS is my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8984794306833093287?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8984794306833093287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8984794306833093287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8984794306833093287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8984794306833093287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-really-stop-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8541378657983345416</id><published>2008-10-24T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:21:30.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going. Going. Going. Going. Not going. Going. Going. Not going. Going. Going. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one less member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats my dearest &lt;strong&gt;HuiJun&lt;/strong&gt;. You're now a PIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible now. So I'll put photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh shit. I just talked to the wrong person on msn. Strangely I don't feel embarrassed. Just tired. Of making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very gay flower, alongside with HuiJun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00318.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Saman's fake ponytail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00340.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00358.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sian-ing around in MRT Station.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00362.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 of us gaying together. Anne's head was cut off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00364.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi sexy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8541378657983345416?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8541378657983345416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8541378657983345416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8541378657983345416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8541378657983345416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/going.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8717979365324622610</id><published>2008-10-21T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:04:19.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't deny that I feel sad today. I feel terrible. This post will be a bit about myself. It isn't meant to entertain and it's sort of depressing. So if you read my blog to find out about the more amusing slices of my life, this isn't the post for you, sorry &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset with Reichel's decision, but I'll respect her, for she deserves better than this. I fully support her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a horrible headache now. I only slept for four hours yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss Jiji so, so much. I miss many people in fact. I wish I'm not in RGS. And then again, what can you expect from a school you were forced to go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to this song. It's so sad. I feel like crying. Ugh. Stop it Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I call myself Mich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many Mich-es in this world. Many people know at least two Mich-es. I should change my name. I don't want to be called Mich anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you can start by calling me Shuting. It's so cool. It sounds like shooting, which I can shout out loud to vent my anger instead of how I vented it at Reichel today. (I ctrl+c and ctrl+v the f word many times! I won't say it here cos I only say it when I'm really sad. But I'm not too sad this moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Shuting sounds like Shutting. Shutting up! Not only do I like to shut up, I also like others to shut up. Sometimes when people talk, they talk about other stuff which I'm not too interested in. So i'll just mumble my own name under my breath in hopes they'll shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again not. It's not their fault I'm irritated. Everyone does talk about things others are too annoyed to hear. I admit I do that by accident too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Shuting sounds like shitting. Comparing myself to a piece of shit somehow cheers me up. I'm thinking of it now. I don't know why, I just laughed at that thought. Then I started almost-crying again. But I started laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache is getting worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8717979365324622610?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8717979365324622610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8717979365324622610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8717979365324622610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8717979365324622610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-deny-that-i-feel-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8687383944961747118</id><published>2008-10-20T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:30:58.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM IRRITATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the people who go "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" like their some fire engine with a siren that wakes up everyone sleeping in their HDB flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so irritating lah. Like when someone mentions kissing, some other person will just go "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWx100" and "YUUUUUUUUUUUCKS". I mean, it's just kissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everytime I talk to someone else about kissing/sex these people just CONVENIENTLY stand there and listen to what we say and go blast their bloody hell siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come up with a list of people in which I can consult my queries on Sex and Sexuality on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra&lt;br /&gt;-Aileen&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha&lt;br /&gt;-Nicolette&lt;br /&gt;-Nadia&lt;br /&gt;-Naomi&lt;br /&gt;-JianChong&lt;br /&gt;-ZiBing&lt;br /&gt;-Sean!! DEFINITELY SEAN!!&lt;br /&gt;-John&lt;br /&gt;-Online Gamers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. These are the people who don't and won't irritate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8687383944961747118?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8687383944961747118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8687383944961747118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8687383944961747118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8687383944961747118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7736166025365397959</id><published>2008-10-16T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:39:12.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ughhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted photos for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too lazy to like take my handphone. It's in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall talk about something disturbing I saw today. But before that, let me tell you what happened to this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *click laptop button*&lt;br /&gt;Laptop: *refuses to budge*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *omg whats wrong with laptop*&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh I never on the power switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was dumb. I bet it happened to everyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in the bus interchange today, waiting for the bus to come. BLABLABLA. Until I spotted this BOY, wearing a PE shirt. Ugh I think some people know how much I loathe people with man boobs, and this boy had ultra big boy boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY HE WAS LIKE, I DUNNO. He was a boy. That's what I'm sure of. Definitely. I don't think hockey is a girls' game. But his boy boobs were like, big? Applies to the phrase "too close for comfort". Just change it too "too big for boys". He could just walk inside a Triumph or La Senza Express and demand for a B cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7736166025365397959?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7736166025365397959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7736166025365397959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7736166025365397959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7736166025365397959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/ughhy.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8250894739243681687</id><published>2008-10-05T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:51:49.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought of something very disturbing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I must say that I LOVE our school song. I like the choir version of it even more. The lyrics are kinda nice too. But the chorus goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters in learning, and&lt;br /&gt;Sisters at heart&lt;br /&gt;Life lies before, us&lt;br /&gt;Here's luck, to the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, maybe my punctuation and all that is sucky, but those are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice right? I find it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if these people do find it, appropriate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=schsong.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/schsong.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys singing SISTERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this song depicts the students' journeys in RGS. But, teachers, non-teching staff and other people are also involved in this song what, so these people should be included under "sisters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder what guy teachers sing when the school song appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's honestly gross for them to sing "sisters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. It's my opinion anyway :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8250894739243681687?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8250894739243681687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8250894739243681687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8250894739243681687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8250894739243681687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-thought-of-something-very-disturbing.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4889212706295630316</id><published>2008-10-02T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:03:44.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Youth</title><content type='html'>Today on my way home there was this young family in the same MRT section as me. There was a couple in their young thirties, a toddler girl and an even younger baby boy. Seeing them together reminded me of myself and my sister when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading in Jodie Picoult's book something about the young being lost in their world where everything revolved around themselves. When i saw the baby boy i could see his curiosity at things&lt;br /&gt;And he kept trying to stuff things in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two youngies kept playing with each other and were sooo playful. I imagine I behaved like that boy some time ago. Stuffing stuff into my mouth. Not to mention the young boy was sooo amazed looking out of the window of the MRT, he kept trying to go out of the window.. by knocking his head against the glass repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, he didnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw the pains their parents took in order to keep them from pain, to satisfy them. The dad even carried the boy to the middle of the area in order to let his kid grab onto the hooks hanging from the roof of the MRT, right in front of the commuters. Which (in my opinion) is a pretty brave thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;That touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to post a pic of mich at her concert! :D&lt;br /&gt;(the one all the way to the right wearing blue and standing out from the rest)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and anyway, the big head blocking the way is fluff's head. Seriously xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SORx0c-Rt3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KKa1vUriyw4/s1600-h/10072008227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SORx0c-Rt3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KKa1vUriyw4/s320/10072008227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252448211365377906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4889212706295630316?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4889212706295630316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4889212706295630316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4889212706295630316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4889212706295630316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-and-youth.html' title='Love and Youth'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SORx0c-Rt3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KKa1vUriyw4/s72-c/10072008227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8769156578939356071</id><published>2008-10-01T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:25:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I planned to watch porn with the class computer but I decided not to cos I was distracted by this post on London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked Mr. Dic&lt;s&gt;k&lt;/s&gt;tionary.com for the actual meaning of "pornography" and it says something like "obsence paintings/videos/blablabla..." and "sexually explicit material".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I indeed watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in the growing age of watching porn. I assume many teengaers (including Winnie and I) have watched porn before. Some, like me, even like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the male participant was seriously...cute. He was look, so into it. Oh ya he was so hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay la let's cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching two hamsters mating -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8769156578939356071?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8769156578939356071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8769156578939356071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8769156578939356071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8769156578939356071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-planned-to-watch-porn-with-class.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-325188932520989261</id><published>2008-09-27T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:32:17.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Winnie and I watched porn online. The participants were naked. We loved watching all the humping around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-325188932520989261?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/325188932520989261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=325188932520989261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/325188932520989261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/325188932520989261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/winnie-and-i-watched-porn-online.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1780028640092470090</id><published>2008-09-24T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:45:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH THIS IS SO DISTURBING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I watched So You Think You Can Dance auditions on TV. There was this guy who wasn't really a good dancer. I mean, I know it's not easy to be a good dancer so it didn't really bug me. UNTIL he was like, some pro-activist against sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy was on stage, judges told him dancing ain't his forte bla bla, and he shouted to the audience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SEX IS BAD!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shocked that he proclaimed that sex was bad, and after that I started thinking that if this guy thinks sex is bad, then let it be lah. By looking at him I think he's still a virgin. I mean, he really looked like the extreme type who... decides not to do what he is totally against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what shocked me was THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother was amongst the audience. Pissed when judges say that he shouldnt take up dancing, she stormed up to the cameras and judges and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SEX IS BAD!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys. This is it. SEX IS BAD! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these people have blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could use one of the default skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like put the big big title as "SEX IS BAD!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I particularly enjoy teasing this harmless lady of her decision that, erm, sex is bad. It's just the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of her stands her child. HER CHILD!!111!!!!11!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this woman who, I think, had sex before is saying sex is bad! THAT IS SIMPLY AMAZING &lt;3 I don't think in-vitro was there then. So I wonder who this woman actually got her child. Her child resembles her so much you know they are related by blood and not adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she got her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you don't get pregnant by eating pizza/kissing XXX on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing has been bugging me. I think girls and sadder people than guys in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust most people have heard of PMS(Pre-menstrual syndrome) and PND (Pre-natal depression). Err if you haven't realised yet these depressions thingums have to do with girls. I can't imagine a guy having pre-natal depression. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's so unfair. While we get like 2 depressions they get 0!! They don't even have some, i dunno, Pre-ejaculation syndrome?? For boys who are just about to get ejaculation!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is sensible enough to actually like not go "ew" in some ultra gay voice, but this is really intruiging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of ICCS photos to share :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winnie and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00334.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desiree and Lavu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00328.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Thinking Deepa. Uhh shit I forgot to rotate the photo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00327.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pull Deepa in the photo and make her smile (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00329.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lavu advertises for her food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL AREA: &lt;s&gt;THE LOVE STORY OF REICHEL AND DESIREE&lt;/s&gt; Desiree doing a jump on Reichel while I try to take a successful photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00330.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOT ONE: UNSUCCESSFUL&lt;br /&gt;That's Desiree behind Reichel. We all go "AHH!! XD"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOT TWO: UNSUCCESSFUL&lt;br /&gt;That's Desiree behind Reichel. We all go "Try again lor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00332.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOT THREE: UNSUCCESSFUL&lt;br /&gt;That's Desiree behind Reichel. We all go "I think the camera is late. Or is it early? O_o"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00333.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOT FOUR: UNSUCCESSFUL&lt;br /&gt;That's Desiree behind Reichel. We all go "OKAY NVM. GIVE UP"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOT FIVE: UNSUCCESSFUL&lt;br /&gt;That's Desiree behind Reichel. We all go "GAHHHHHH :DDD NVM SO FUN! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting them now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1780028640092470090?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1780028640092470090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1780028640092470090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1780028640092470090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1780028640092470090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh-this-is-so-disturbing.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-5617663032490074298</id><published>2008-09-17T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:49:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANKS SANDRA FOR LENDING ME YOUR WHOLE BOOK WITH ALL THE NOTES IN IT &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't very happening. It was quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE PHOTOBUCKET LAYOUT IS SO CHIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cy: haha maths sucks (:&lt;br /&gt;sand: oo i have a photo of you too! in fact i've quite a few (:&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE: kay!&lt;br /&gt;chengyi: no prob! I still owe you a bday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE IT when someone explains something related to sex to another person. That's like the only thing I like about our class. That the people who listen to the explanation don't giggle like some mad dog Tim, but instead laugh out really loudly. Erm but I hate it when everyone says "ew" and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my horror some people do not know what a eunuch is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today a teacher was talking about the upcoming beach cleanup trip, telling us about "things made from latex" (direct quote). As usual the whole class said "ew" (I'm guilty of that too, just couldn't help it when I thought of public sex. East Coast isn't REALLY REMOTE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my horror again some classmates didn't know what was made of latex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly and I came up with some weird imaginations, like if a young girl picks it up, and shows her mummy that she found a sock. (by kimberly) OR that the young girl picked it up and if her head's small and if that particular condom is very elastic, she thinks it's some headwear and puts in on her head. (by me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into the idea of wearing gloves. After all, who would want to touch wet semen? Even dried one is gross enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=100_0336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/100_0336.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure if I've posted this before. Jame's butt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-5617663032490074298?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/5617663032490074298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=5617663032490074298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5617663032490074298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/5617663032490074298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-sandra-for-lending-me-your-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4336789736854887390</id><published>2008-09-12T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:41:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of one of Ugly Betty's episode when Betty's boss and brother land into a car accident. The bro forgot his memory and started touching his boobs, like really squishing them (the bro is a tranny, so he is currently female). Then the boss was like looking from outside, seeing his bro squish his boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH REICHEL WHY ARENT YOU ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH UGH UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation between Naomi and a SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi(sarcastically): You're such a smartass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE: If I'm a smartass then you're a smart-vagina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WAS THE VICE-HEAD PREFECT OF A GIRL'S SCHOOL LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit I just dropped some cheesy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was the first time I saw Deepa laugh so happily. After the lion's ass thing and all that. Yay Deepa's less stress now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=100_1242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/100_1242.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcus Chia shows off his blue bag. Like Jasper, he doesn't want me to take a photo of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4336789736854887390?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4336789736854887390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4336789736854887390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4336789736854887390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4336789736854887390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-thinking-of-one-of-ugly-bettys.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7593599193358254114</id><published>2008-09-12T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:24:00.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I know this is really late but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CHENGYI AND SABRINA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7593599193358254114?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7593599193358254114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7593599193358254114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7593599193358254114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7593599193358254114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-i-know-this-is-really-late-but-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4306961513748629652</id><published>2008-09-10T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:22:16.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very interesting day. My way back home was very happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, we had RS which was boring. After that was D &amp; T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During D &amp; T KITTY SPRAY PAINTED SOME OF HER HAIR -.- Then she went to the toilet to cut a bundle of hair off and after that brought it back to the room to further spray the hair silver, red, green and her own rainbow collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she still superglued her belt. dot dot dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont post the pics now cos I can't seem to find my cable. shit i'm starting to type "cable" as "cabal" after playing cabal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a sick phrase quoted from SOMEONE IN CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's do the vagina dance! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i doubt she would allow me to post it here, so i left the name out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on my way back home I was in a slightly crowded 190 bus. Not those type of crowded until you have no breathing space that type lah, but just that we(me, lavu, reichel and deepa) had to stand near the entrance of the bus. Over there the bus made this turn, and I wasn't holding the pole. Stupid of me lah. So I tumbled down and the three people in front of me started ripping their shirts to reveal a big "S" for Superman beneath their shirts, saving me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah they didn't do the Superman Thingy, but they certainly caught me in time. Pretty malu of me, and anyway thanks for catching me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cos I was holding lots of stuffies on my hands, I accidentally hit someone with my paper bag. I said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the MRT as I entered the carriage the thingy knocked onto someone again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I said sorry. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the ride back home made me see life differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavu and I saw this girl whose eye pupils were a translucent grey-green. She was blind and she was about four to five years old. Her grandmother(?) was always clutching her hand. In the MRT she was very fascinated by the sounds of the train. We pitied her quite a lot; she was very sweet and cute. Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a woman with a big birthmark on her face. It's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I saw John. More like he saw me first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4306961513748629652?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4306961513748629652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4306961513748629652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4306961513748629652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4306961513748629652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-very-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3055968246562735838</id><published>2008-09-09T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:58:36.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehh fuck la i got twenty-three out of forty for my math&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3055968246562735838?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3055968246562735838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3055968246562735838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3055968246562735838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3055968246562735838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/09/ehh-fuck-la-i-got-twenty-three-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-161288692624793115</id><published>2008-08-30T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:33:33.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teacher's day was shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting friends was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was nice. Well done Aileen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Lee ruined my day by making an offensive joke. And he was the only one who laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back to SHPS next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall yesterday was sucky. I wrote lots of stuff in a little notebook of mine, like what exactly happened. But I don't wanna take pic (no scanner) of it and post it here, cos there are too many f-words and it's synonyms inside(like b****).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually not many, but I the way I phrased it made many sentences sound ugh. And I insulted a particular teacher inside for having no shame in being biased. At all. (count: 3 f-words, 1 b****, lots of shit sentences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the J. Lee point I would have loved to quote my entire paragraph on what I wrote about himg, just that I decided that it sucks having someone write one whole descriptive paragraph on your weaknesses. So I shortened it to two sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH I JUST REALISED MY ENGLISH BEHIND SOUNDED HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway Aileen I really LOVED the video. It was really nice (: I felt so sad when I watched it cos I hate my current class as compared to 6/11. I loved 6/11. Though I can't say that for 6/12 cos I've never been in a 12 class before, I think the 6/12ers also loved their class lots (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND I loved the outing lah! It was so funny in the playground, with the shoes craze and all that. The only reason why I would want to go back to SHPS again would just be for these 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only gave 1 teacher's day present. To Mrs J. That's cos Lavu and I walked pass by Mothercare and found the things inside too cute so we bought a $4 item for her. Not cos we really like her. It's the cuteness which counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Ruthanne, Nicole and Celeste on chopping a place in RGS and deciding to go there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember to JOIN CHOIR! :D I know all of you (especially Celeste. you're in shps choir) can sing. So no excuse (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SLj3B_QQAGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vXnH878kR1E/s1600-h/100_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SLj3B_QQAGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vXnH878kR1E/s320/100_0445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240209779977093218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasper doing a karate chop. No la, he just doesnt want me to take a pic of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-161288692624793115?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/161288692624793115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=161288692624793115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/161288692624793115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/161288692624793115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-was-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SLj3B_QQAGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vXnH878kR1E/s72-c/100_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-3402930380327374691</id><published>2008-08-29T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:34:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-3402930380327374691?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/3402930380327374691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=3402930380327374691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3402930380327374691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/3402930380327374691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-798555481845895945</id><published>2008-08-27T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:56:03.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH SAMAN I CAN'T FIND THE PHOTO OF LJ. But I saw some photos in his blog. If those were him, then ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway I just realised that LJ is also lan jiao. haha. shit I'm getting bad ideas about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chengyi- whee thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;fluff- O_o eh anyway why can't you make it for this friday's? paiseh too lazy reply to your sms :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway I hate it when people who aren't thin wear shorts. no, I don't mean ultra fat people but just... not thin people lah. Aiyo today Lavu and I were in the train and we saw like this woman wearing black shorts. Her fats were so disgusting lah. It was like, bulging out of the shorts. Abundance somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I observed the Term 3 SLs sing. It was quite... not bad. Just that the XOXO thing was a bit weird. And Lavu looked sian :D  Deeps and HuiJun were very ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly thinking of Ken. Dunno why. And everytime I think of Ken Jeremy would pop into my head. I miss them ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking of Ka Keng. Then Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-798555481845895945?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/798555481845895945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=798555481845895945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/798555481845895945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/798555481845895945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh-saman-i-cant-find-photo-of-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7251885893543302152</id><published>2008-08-22T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:16:54.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya. This post won't be sick or anything, in fact quite sad lah (: It's based on my friend's life.. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm on my birthday I wished for this friend to have a better future. I believe that such wishes can come true whether you share it with others or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this friend of mine, he was my P1 - P2 classmate. We sat beside each other cos our register numbers were 21, 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Lucas and he has quite a sad life. While most people of our age complain about homework, exams and projects, this guy complains about none of them. In fact he does not even have homework, exams or projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas' parents divorced when he was quite young and he lived with his father. His grandmother passed away when he was eight. I remembered looking into his eyes when he told the teacher about this. They looked so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around last year my sister saw him and his brother outside a LAN shop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my good friend, we used to play catching with the rest of our classmates every single recess. He was a good boy. I hope he will continue to be one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7251885893543302152?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7251885893543302152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7251885893543302152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7251885893543302152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7251885893543302152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiya.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2062531808042689741</id><published>2008-08-19T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:38:30.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm falling in love with our dear class photo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I meant the 6/11 one, not the 111 one. Sorry, but I find the 111 one horrible. Everyone looked so sian. So many fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00232-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00232-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our class photo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class photo is...good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grace is all the way in the center. I'm staring at her photo. I miss her. A lot. I wish she wouldn't go Bangkok for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ian Low is giving the camera this very serious look. Gives me the impression then he's going to attend something important soon. Something political. Haha. He was always a good speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremy is somehow...fake smiling! :D Cos he looks too innocent here! Haha but he looks good in this good-boy-smile. But I miss his grin when he starts pranking someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Darren and Elishah look bored. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So do Aileen, Kendrick, James, Worm and Jiji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This photo gives me an impression than John is as of the same height as Ian Teoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OO OO I JUST REALISED! WORM DARREN AND JIJI ARE GROUP LEADERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AND NICOLETTE'S A MONITOR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And xinyi's face is cut off. My phone lens a bit de small hor. [no scanner]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian Teoh changed his hairstyle. Over here he looks very innocent (like Jeremy) but his current hairstyle is cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah havent finish my lit yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2062531808042689741?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2062531808042689741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2062531808042689741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2062531808042689741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2062531808042689741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-falling-in-love-with-our-dear-class.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2927089874293266479</id><published>2008-08-19T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:20:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sex scenes in Jodi Picoult books are so vivid. But the book can't survive without them. I still don't get the condom part in Salem Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway this blogskin is so cute. It's like, a blogskin I used two years ago. But I still find it adorable. Good blogskins are hard to find. I'm sian of overrated ones. So I just typed 'damn' in the search engine. I got lots of damned results. All were horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to type in dickhead (as in insulting a person that dickhaead, not the biological version) just that I didn't want random diagrams of penises in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway to stress onto the fact again- Kitty and HuiJun are not and dont have &lt;strong&gt;wangs&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true. I hope. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and oops sorry Winnie for mishearing the statement you made. Sounded something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie: I'm gonna put my boots in the locker.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMIGOSH WINNIE YOU'RE GONNA PUT YOUR BOOBS IN THE LOCKER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY GENUINELY MISHEARD IT. AHH XD SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the shps teacher's day present thing is a good idea. someone take photo with me leh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn I've this suddenly sensation to feel it, touch it and just grip the whole of it. It's smooth nice skin with a little bit of roughness at some parts to satisfy my itchy fingers. And it's so seductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PLAY MAHJONG D: i can feel the tiles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viwawa is shit compared to the real thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2927089874293266479?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2927089874293266479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2927089874293266479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2927089874293266479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2927089874293266479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex-scenes-in-jodi-picoult-books-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4292974598895202660</id><published>2008-08-14T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:57:46.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a bad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about exams anymore. When I grow up I'll be a peacemaker. Someone who reaches out to young children and those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we need. To appreciate the lives we have. I'm not gonna post a picture of a starving kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna post The Falling Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/08/23/trade_narrowweb__300x478,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/08/23/trade_narrowweb__300x478,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried when I saw this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but this world is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very nice word, but it's damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falling man depicts this man jumping down from the window/roof. What's so sad is that this was 9/11 World Trade Center. He'd rather die a quick death than die burning in fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4292974598895202660?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4292974598895202660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4292974598895202660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4292974598895202660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4292974598895202660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8553185933481667906</id><published>2008-08-08T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:11:04.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh havent change profile and all that yet. will do it when i feel like it. yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and huijun and kitty, stop calling me a wang. if im a wang you have a wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated bday john!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8553185933481667906?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8553185933481667906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8553185933481667906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8553185933481667906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8553185933481667906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahh-havent-change-profile-and-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1419057118392231394</id><published>2008-07-30T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:40:51.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD JOB MICH 5 MORE PAGES TO GO FOR YOUR HISTORY PT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall entitle you to a sneak peek of my history PT, lucky fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=thomas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/thomas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sexy friend Thomas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to exclude Thomas in the end cos he was too Ma2 Fan2 to describe. Erm describe as in Egypt's religion and all that. Not the fact that he has wonderful abs and is a hunk of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway I was damn amused by the fact that XueTong mistook my dear friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me when I displayed his pic on my MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that you?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Me and Sean LOOKALIKE! WOW :D The pic was quite blur and all that, so maybe she really thought it was me. But it's just amusing to find that he looks like me. wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an honour to be mistaken for Sean :D Neither is it an honour to for Sean to be mistaken for me cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wouldn't want sean's hair. no way. sean wouldnt want my hair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wouldnt want to be in ACSI. Neither would he want to be in RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He has a wang and I don't have one, neither do i WANT one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH anyway huijun and kitty and i formed the Wangpoof Boys club! It was suppose to be Powerpoof Boys like Powerpuff Girls, but the three of us had a weird obsession with the word WANG cos it oh so happened to be my surname. The whole day we hurled WANGs all over the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that HuiJun. She really knows how to tackle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You have a wang. I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;HuiJun: "If I have a wang you like Mr Lau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My heart's already dedicated to Thomas my sexy mummified friend!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiJun isn't too comfortable with being in the Wangpoof Boys club. I don't even know why we're Wangpoof Boys. Shouldn't it be Wangpoof Girls? Shall consult Kitty tomorrrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh um anyway if you dont know what wang means, please please check dictionary.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For Starters-&lt;br /&gt;PRONUNCIATION OF THE WORD WANG (not my surname): Say bang and change the 'b' into a 'w'. its different from how to say my surname. My surname is like 'hung', change the 'h' and 'u' to wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1419057118392231394?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1419057118392231394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1419057118392231394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1419057118392231394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1419057118392231394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-job-mich-5-more-pages-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-4820107108532126069</id><published>2008-07-26T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:57:33.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to HuiJun again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang her the birthday song for more than 4 times! The starting note was too damn high and we sang terribly off-pitch. That's what you get from a shitty class who isn't bonded at all. But everyone loves huijun &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONGSHOUWEI YOU'RE SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SIss9AFmPAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WzNbmQMNwTE/s1600-h/wei2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SIss9AFmPAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WzNbmQMNwTE/s320/wei2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227321219000712194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha don't worry PSLE will turn out all right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random photo of Elliot 2 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=100_0354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/100_0354.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, he's just laughing dude &lt;s&gt;HE ISN'T REACHING THE CLIMAX OF AN ORGASM&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway he has grown much taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten the feeling that you're different from your sister&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like two of them are more similar to each other than they are to you? (unless they are twins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I have that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two sisters. I am different from them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was the only one who got into GEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was the only one who was a prefect in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was the only one who always wore different school uniforms. (primary-secondary school thing doesn't count cos that's common amongst siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My parents expected the highest out of ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was the only one forced into two schools not of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not boasting or anything, in fact I HATE all the points above. I HATED being in GEP. I HATED being in different schools from them. I HATED being a prefect though I was proud of surviving as a corrupted one. I HATED being expected high marks out of myself. AND I ESPECIALLY HATE BEING FORCED INTO SAINT HILDA'S PRIMARY SCHOOL AND RAFFLES GIRLS' SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling kinda sucks, when they talk about people you don't know of. For example, I know that there's this particular guy in their school called Eugene whom they find weird. I'm the only one who doesn't know who Mr Eugene is and I'm left to wonder how he looks like, why he's obnoxious, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird having a sister as the chairperson of another school's choir. It's like... uncomfortable. Like next year our schools we be competing each other for a high SYF title, be it whether i'm chosen or not. I wish I was in that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH AND MY SISTERS ARE WONDER-WOMEN WHEN IT COMES TO CCA. For me it's like I'm just another boring member of my cca whom no one really knows and that if i flew to arctic no one would seriously notice. For them they're like WOW WOW CHAIRPEOPLE OF THEY'RE CCAs ZOMG! Oh um ya, that's true. One was President of Drama, and the other of Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realised im so smart cos I actually considered going to their CCAs before la! And I didn't even fulfill the very first requirement to get into their cca: get into their school first. very loser right? after being forced to go GEP and leave my beloved darlings like JiaYi behind im actually forced (by my parents again, of course) to go to RGS. pffffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND you know hor, the best part is that BOTH MY SISTERS HATE RGS! They just hate my school. Something about RGS being a very weird school and all that shit la. The last time I fought with the oldest one she was like, bringing in my school into the argument and that was TOTALLY IRRELEVANT. We were like fighting then she said "too bad RGS people just got damn high IQ, have no EQ at all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another time I helped her solve some puzzle she was impressed and when I was walking away I saw her alt+tab and MSN with her friend saying "my sister actually solved that thing! stupid rgs girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic right? Stupid associated with solving something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it's figurative. Be it figurative or not I still damn hate being different la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg I feel like posting f word but no i wont cos the last time i did i got into some fucking trouble. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya fine im not some quiet loser, happy? im damn pissed with lots of things and im damn stress. everything is just so sad. there are many things i wanna say but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime during choir i feel so sad cos ive no one to talk to. then many people think im this damn quiet and shy girl who just doesnt talk or socialise. maybe the only person who knows im not that boring girl is reichel cos we're in same class and during class time i'll make all the sex jokes and all that. but thats a different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sad. really so sad. i still remember how badly i wanted to go to dunman high secondary. how i did not want to go to st hildas (gep). i was forced to all the time. my parents forced me. i remember that when i was p3 i was begging my parents not to send me to gep. they got pissed with me we fought bla bla bla. then one fine they i came up to them and said "okay ill go gep so but if i dont like it there ill go back to gongshang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they happily agreed, knowing that a dumb 10 year old has no authority to go back to the school she prefers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im not the quiet, smiley mich you think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and since im so pissed, depressed and sad i'll share another event with whoever reads my blog. only jian chong knows about it. i never even told ji, kibs or huijun. i just told worm cos i really wanted someone to know about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this maid for 7 years. We were damn close, even closer than between me and my working mum. I was a young child then, i didn't know how hardworking my mum was at work, and that everyday she was hoping to get home as soon as possible to eat dinner with her three daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved my maid so much that instead of sleeping beside my parents, i slept beside my maid even when i was in p6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when it was finally time to say goodbye to her i cried like crap &lt;strong&gt;cos i wouldn't see her that often anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was what she promised me. that she would visit me often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following week after she left i called the number she gave. for lots and lots of time no one answered. one day someone answered. i told that woman i was looking for her. she told me she knew her, but that she didnt know where she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next few weeks i kept trying to contact her. whatever number she gave, i just kept calling and calling. i was like a small orphan looking for her dead mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had contact with her after that. she smsed me once one year later but after that no more contact. she left during my psle year, when i needed her most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i loathe her. you might find me unreasonable to loathe someone who took care of me for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i paid a price for the care she gave me. i kept her secrets. i dont even know if my sisters know about what i hid for her. i kept the secret of her being pregnant and then aborting. i kept the secret of her so-called "husband" dying. i kept the secret of her sister dying. i kept the secret of her being pregnant again (when i was 11 years old i NEVER considered whose baby it was since her "husband" was "dead").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she must have lied a lot. To me. To the then innocent child who didnt understand what the hell was going on. She left cos she wanted to raise her child. her pregnancy wasnt obvious cos she wore loose clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saddest thing was that she never contacted me. anymore. My "mothers" just keep coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time a maid has left because of pregnancy. The first one was like 6-7months pregnant but my parents didnt know cos of loose clothes. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate maids. sorry, but i really hate them. i just cannot get over these things which happened to me. these things which made me so broken, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-4820107108532126069?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/4820107108532126069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=4820107108532126069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4820107108532126069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/4820107108532126069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-huijun-again-d-we.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SIss9AFmPAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WzNbmQMNwTE/s72-c/wei2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-2882669522688039706</id><published>2008-07-26T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:38:24.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>farewell was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you RGSCHOIR!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim's back! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-2882669522688039706?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/2882669522688039706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=2882669522688039706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2882669522688039706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/2882669522688039706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/farewell-was-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6475750220685456747</id><published>2008-07-24T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:58:10.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Early Birthday HUIJUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, my light of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only photo I have of you is the embarassing three ponytails one so I won't post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6475750220685456747?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6475750220685456747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6475750220685456747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6475750220685456747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6475750220685456747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-early-birthday-huijun-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7365967528702381703</id><published>2008-07-20T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:47:49.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This oh so happens to be my 111 post. My class x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to 2 great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jiji! You're thirteen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. You'll be setting off at 6. AM or PM I'm not sure. You could be there or you could still be here. I just wanna tell you that when you're in Bangkok for the next three years, I'll remember you as a great friend. One who helped me, did projects with me and chatted with me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thinking about Grace I almost cried. Everything seems to be flying away from me. Sure, we can still meet up. But it won't be as memorable as our class time activities and dumbness. I guess I really love 6/11 a lot. Definitely more than 111. But that's a different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss tons of stuff. Like Wiki's weird obsession with balls, John's rants about the school's miniature urinals, playing dai di and mahjong with my buddies. Some things you just can't experience elsewhere. Especially not in a girl's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7365967528702381703?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7365967528702381703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7365967528702381703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7365967528702381703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7365967528702381703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-oh-so-happens-to-be-my-111-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-6557117509179484416</id><published>2008-07-16T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:24:39.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby photos. SHPS photos and concert photos are in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00242.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00243.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00244.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00247.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00247.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the photos, if you can't find me then lemme tell you which one I am. I'm the youngest and fattest piece of blob in all the photos :D Honestly that was the only time in my life in which I was FAT. and i really meant FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hair was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-6557117509179484416?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/6557117509179484416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=6557117509179484416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6557117509179484416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/6557117509179484416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-9093436076566489578</id><published>2008-07-16T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:19:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Concert is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just filling this space up with lovely photos. Not just concert photos, but some other old photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When concert ended I felt so emotionless, I was kinda confused (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran down to meet my three great buddies. LOVE &lt;3 We took a few photos and after that I ran back up the room to pack. I started looking back at all the photos I had taken this year and last year, which almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here to post all my happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would also like to thank my friends for coming to support me! And classmates who came just to get their support school activity cards filled :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks: jiji, kibs, fluff, saman, lavu, anne, ashley, amelia, amanda L, amanda H, taymin, and my other classmates whom i may have missed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to express my love for SHPS. for letting me know friends, of all shapes and sizes :D not in terms of features but of their personality. (if you arent from shps and if you're looking for the few[four or five] concert photos i took, they are all the way below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first photo taken using this handphone. Worm in library.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace in good ol' 293 :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT smiling at me. Hi IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KaKeng and Ryan. Many people mistook Ryan for James. I honestly dont know why ._. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremy's cute dog :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John and Ben. John's shy x) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel and Ian Low! Daniel wasn't ready for the photoshoot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XINYI LOOKS TOO CUTE TO BE TRUE. DAMN. &lt;33 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jiji and I in posing in class :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this photo. I think the angle and everything is chio. Maybe the guys inside not that chio :x hehe. Sean, jiji and jeremy and very hot people. as far as i remembered it was a very sunny day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;umm...It looks like what it looks like, but i promise KaKeng wasn't really leaning on James, really. just the camera angle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00074.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fluffy looks at the handphone in a very blur way. haha so cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00081.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite photo between all the others in my handphone. It's really... touching. The background is just so nice, with random people like mc, jm and ryan sticking out. gives the really classroom feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posing :p Look at my collar! it looked as if I was wearing a tie! i was wearing one! a proud prefect :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worm and Kibs in computer room. Tons of memories. Like Icy Tower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random photo of John :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xy posing in front of trophies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna cry. I love them a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00151.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANTI-CLIMAX HAHA. SEAN PLAYING BARBIE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert photos as promised. wonderful i got SIX concert photos. i was planning to get over twenty. sheesh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;四大美女！joking xD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00264.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The colours of our feet! I can't remember who was who. I remember Me, Bianche, Phoebe and someone else in that photo. I think it was Chu Ren. Or was it Reichel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00265.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HI SEAN. Thanks for going to concert anyway :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/michdagreat/DSC00266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two best friends together. Thanks too (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 concert photos are. Not really concert photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-9093436076566489578?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/9093436076566489578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=9093436076566489578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/9093436076566489578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/9093436076566489578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/07/concert-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-8867808244917974320</id><published>2008-06-17T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:08:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop posting because something not very nice happened. So bye-bye Blogger! And I shall not read blogs too! Erm...apart from KennySia..cos he's a good source of laughter! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat don't like blogging and online stuff cos the writer has a totally different personality and it's not exactly the type you would want to see. I guess everyone has to pour their troubles out somewhere, somehow. And I don't like reading sad blogs at all. I will feel sad for both that person and myself. I still remember Auntie Maureen telling the SHPS population not to feel sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of those stuff, I must thank people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BESTEST BEST FRIEND JIJI! FOR CREATING THIS BLOG WITH ME :D my msn will still be MiJi though I won't post here anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other best friend HUIJUN! For being a good friend though I'm damn irritating :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN! For letting me actually know that Sean is an uber fun friend and not just a quiet shy guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVU!! For living in Tampines and going home with me when possible -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR MEMBERS! FOR MAKING CHOIR WONDERFUL &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JODYN TOO! FOR MAKING CHOIR EVEN MORE WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my friends! For making this world a better place by smiling! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it I guess, I shall end happily. BYE-BYE BLOGGER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-8867808244917974320?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/8867808244917974320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=8867808244917974320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8867808244917974320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/8867808244917974320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-i-shall-stop-posting-because.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-1217170407797546748</id><published>2008-06-17T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:33:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW THIS TIME JI POSTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry with a certain person and I messed my hair up and now it looks like total shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say piss off you irritating bitch but and then again i realised the feeling sucks to have someone else bitch about u so i shall b treat as if nth happened. i dun care if my english sucks i type liddat when im in an angry mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like punching someone else cos i feel very irritated but nvm i shall save the punch for me lovely pillow, me best friend except for jiji and huijun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to that person cos its nt really your fault and i know i shouldnt be feeling like punching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodyn came back from bangkok! she still looks the same (obviously) and we only saw each other briefly today ): today was full time sectionals and the choreo for crazy little thing called love is nice. the slapping of butts reminds me of people humping. i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea we had to do another random pose so i was given some superman thingy. better than some muscular pose. [irrelevant comment: my dad said that bodybuilders look like cockroaches]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ones songs Mama Mia and Dancing Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty. I shouldnt have wanted to call that girl a bitch, neither should I have wanted to punch the other girl cos I was stressed. Oh my gosh I'm such a mean pig D: I just realised. Oh no oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not openly flamed someone ever since last year august yet I'm doing it again. I remember the sort of trouble I got into. Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop. I shall not flame. Because it hurts others and it feels like you've been kicked hard in the butt when someone flames about you. Then they will hate each other and become enemies. Yet I won't delete the above post to serve this as a warning to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ji. Have fun in Genting though I don't think you won't, since it's your &lt;strong&gt;ninth&lt;/strong&gt; time there x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sleep. And forget all my sadness, worries and troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-1217170407797546748?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1217170407797546748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=1217170407797546748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1217170407797546748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/1217170407797546748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-this-time-ji-posted-d-i-am-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223064120990662807.post-7705525765205373892</id><published>2008-06-16T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:47:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Tis' a miracle... Im posting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wad to talk about... AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells lets talk about the hols :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened during the hols.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1: Camp &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2: Computah/Fluff coming over every day for some ebilhalo3legendarycampaignbwahahahhahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Week 3: Computah/PP/Worm's house/PC Showw :O&lt;br /&gt;Week 4: Computah/Genting/Homework/bleh... packing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesh start :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;So on the first week i went for a camp. yeah thats about it XD&lt;br /&gt;jkjk.. the camp was at pasir ris park... and it was (kind of) boring. Except for when there was a dead chicken. Camp lasted for 3 dayys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: &lt;br /&gt;Group Initiative games/Flag creation&amp;cheers/T.E.A.M building games/Campfire preps/Some kidnap game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 events were pretty much the same where we had to run around pasir ris park finding some weird things (we had to find a DUSTBIN with a cow painted on it! how strange is that :O) and doing some weird stuff (walk on paper plates from location A to location B -.- why cant we just walk normally? saves time too &gt;_&gt;). So that took about 6 hours and we had to run around the whole place for the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;And they only gave us like 20 minutes to rest D: then for the campfire preps we had to put an act together and act out some skit on Day 2. So we made a skit to make fun of teachers &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;After that we did some Kidnapped game; one of our classmates were "kidnapped" (they were actually escorted to a playground and they could sleep and rest!!!!! and we had to run around with clues and all to search for them!! in the dark!!!!! how unfair is that D:) SO my class being the slowest we were the last to find our classmate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Multi-Level Captain's Ball/Amusing Race/Casualty Challenge/Campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Multi-Level captain's ball was just sick. sick at the ending, that is.&lt;br /&gt;It was 8 classes in the same field. With 1 ball. So we had 8 Captains. And some 3 digit number of players. So it was practically chaos :D&lt;br /&gt;So they decided to throw in some more balls as the game progressed. in the end there were 5 balls (basketball, soccer ball, ping pong ball, marble, small basketball that you can find in SHPS bookshop) and the same number of players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEY THREW IN A (dead) CHICKEN. AND IT WAS WORTH 150 POINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was pure massacre after that -.- chicken was flying all over the place and everyone was trying to get it. then it ended stuck up a tree (smart guy whoever threw it) and so noone could get the chicken anymore :D (the tree was really high up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is it splatted my friend in the face. and that friend was a vegetarian. and he wasnt quite pleased :( but he forgot about it in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amusing race and casualty challenge was just about the same thing. We had to run around find clues and first to arrive at destination won. so we did just about the same thing as what we did for group initiative games... just diff activities but we still had to run around the same place. pretty fun int he end i guess, but my friend got a headache halfway and he got to rest.crap that was so unfair. So after that (my class got last again XD) the campfire was set. I would have been more interested if i wasnt at the most tired point of the holidays (7 hours of running around) and i nearly slept through the whole thing... and it was on long grass!!! so i nearly slept on grass! with my legs getting pricked all over the place :( but in the end we acted out our skit and (i hope) didnt piss the teachers off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day we went home. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP FINISHED. YAY FINALLY.. AAAH HAND TIRED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fluff came over just about every day for the 2nd week of the hols :D for halo 3ing! on legendary!!&lt;br /&gt;So on the first day we fought unsnipable snipers. that was so dumb. hate legendary snipers where they 1 hit ko you and you 10 hit ko them at long range. so we resorted to one of us staying back, the other rushing and spamming grenades and dying and respawning and respamming grenades. worked pretty well in the end when we killed just about their whole army with grenades :D&lt;br /&gt;on the second day... we fought the flood (i think) and tried to hijack an AntiAir wraith. too bad fluff didnt manage to hijack it properly. it went boooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;third day... we finished it (i think) and we didnt get to see the last cut scene D: it was bugged and it didnt show even though we completed the whole halo 3 on legendary already&lt;br /&gt;so on the fourth and fifth day we made awesome forge maps that we played at worms house with kibs and mich and worm :D too bad mich didnt play any :( it was fun killing fluff over and over again. Yeah thats about it ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to PP with some other 611ers :) After a long bus ride (why was worm and leeny looking at me with weird faces when i was reading a book while i was bored...) we got to PP and we went to vote 1 star for all the phones on display at a phone shop :D evil fluff..&lt;br /&gt;And i think we permanently pissed off a cleaner at KFC cos there was ice flying all around the place (lucky a wall was seperating us from the cashiers) thanks to jeremy and.. uh... ian low?&lt;br /&gt;AND I SNEAKED A POPCORN CHICKEN WITH COLESLAW INTO FLUFF'S LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;and he nearly ate it. :( But ahma got it in the end. AND HE ATE IT. o.o&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to the Giant supermart and i bought a canned milo for 95 cents. And the cashier didnt give change when i paid 1 buck :(. Jeremy bought some drink i think.. and it had to do with coffee...&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went for some hide-and-seek. We were at the game store and goggling at all the good stuff when ahma disappeared. So we went to look for him. Kibs and i found him but then he didnt wanna be found by the rest so we followed him around while fluff and the rest ran around the place searching XD then mich found us too and she followed us =3 while the rest were still looking for ahma&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we told them that we were at the arcade. And they really went there XD&lt;br /&gt;We thought they were still searching so we told them we were at giant. Then we tried to find them going out of the arcade but they werent anywhere. so i sneaked in and saw them watching worm do the para-para. lol. And i nearly went for a game of that flying bombing shooting game... oh right afterburner climax. but fluff's arcade card was expired so we didnt go for any arcade games in the end. then we went to the Borders bookshop and read............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUNNY SUICIDES!!&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fluff was killing himself over and over again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we all left 1 by 1 :( ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later we went to Worm's house :D and fluff and i lugged my xbox 360 over there (lucky kibs' parents could fetch... :D) So over at worms house we played some dai deeeee. Where just about all of us won one each. then we played mahjong and fluff/kibs were like whaa? is 3 of the same tiles a Pong or Kong? lol&lt;br /&gt;THEN SOME HALO 3 ON THE MAPS THAT FLUFF AND I MADE ON FORGE BWAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;So kibs was practically afk/quiet throughout the whole game. Worm and fluff were bickering and killing each other over and over again. i was running around looking for fluff so i could kill him. but he always ran away :( I offered mich my controller but she didnt want it... so she practically just sat there X_X &lt;br /&gt;So uh.. after fluff got pwned XX times we played monopoly! wahaha! and i got 3 stations and both utilities! and worm had QAP and Nassim! and Kibs had geylang! D:&lt;br /&gt;and worm refused to make a treaty with me. sad. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;THEN MICH'S HOTEL PWNED ME AAHHHHH..10k goneee :(&lt;br /&gt;then after monopoly it was 6 already so we went home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC showww&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Well overall it wasnt THAT fun. The halo 3 controllers were all taken up so we couldnt play. I only had 45 bucks and all the good games were like 70. So in the end all i did was watch fluff buy a new graphic card and watch the 2 newbs on halo 3 fight on the easy level... and die over &amp; over again... was pretty funny XD So after that we went to eat (or drink?) soyabean soup at some stall in central. according to fluff's mum it was the best in singapore but honestly imo there wasnt much diff between this one and the one in tampines that i ate on a weekly basis XD maybe this one was sweeter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. my first 3 weeks of my holiday in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about the last week once i actually experience the last week. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Jiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i finally posted without mich bugging me to :D im so proud of myself... not&lt;br /&gt;well i would be if i actually posted on a weekly basis XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6223064120990662807-7705525765205373892?l=mich-jiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/feeds/7705525765205373892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6223064120990662807&amp;postID=7705525765205373892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7705525765205373892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6223064120990662807/posts/default/7705525765205373892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-jiji.blogspot.com/2008/06/meh.html' title='Meh &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>JijiMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18040223051122270668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b11UIZ3KuJ8/SBRWT7SHALI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YoYCElsHlZQ/S220/DSC00048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
