<?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-1169643348794886223</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:06:00.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Contemplation</title><subtitle type='html'>just can't get enough of it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7601034517592041191</id><published>2010-07-06T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:56:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>I'm back in KL now. At least until August. Finished my finals and thank the Lord that I passed all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging around, meeting up with old friends. Shopping, eating and watching movies everywhere. Waiting for Arika to come back from Kuching so that I can go on a Ladies' Night with her and also together with Suet Mei. I've been going out almost everyday. Can't seem to stay at home cuz' there's nothing much to do except to pig out on snacks and watch TV the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night : Went out with Sarah and Wei-Liem to Pavillion KL for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today : Went out to KLCC with Jack Kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : Facial appointment and gym at Celebrity Fitness @ Wangsa Walk&lt;br /&gt;                      Dinner at Uncle Allan's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Lunch with grandparents, aunt and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday : No plans yet. (Maybe hang out with Gordo and Fai Fai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7601034517592041191?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7601034517592041191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7601034517592041191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7601034517592041191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7601034517592041191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2010/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3667780229528659528</id><published>2010-02-02T04:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:04:43.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Phase.</title><content type='html'>My close aunt passed away yesterday morning at 9am due to a condition called Aneurysm (rupture of the blood vessel in the brain). Her death was so sudden that I didn't even get to come home just to see her last days. She was in coma for a few days right after her brain surgery. I had no idea about this until sis told me on the phone on Friday night. Her surgery took place two days before that. My parents intended to hide that from me. For fear of affecting my studies whatever bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, my biggest mistake and decision made. Is that I decided to skip church on Friday night just to go to Penang with my friends (without telling my parents). I'm a fat liar. I know. And I did so many stupid things there that night no one else could imagine. I blame myself for it. I blame myself for that decision. I blame that if I haven't had gone to Penang and skipped church, God wouldn't have taken my aunt away. If only I mentioned about my aunt's condition in prayer meeting sooner, I wouldn't have lost her. I should have paid more attention on what's going on. Instead of fulfilling my selfish worldly desires all the time. Why did I waste my weekend by not going back to see her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad now ya know. I skipped my morning classes right after I heard the news. I couldn't sleep at all the night before and true enough the something terrible happened the next morning. I couldn't focus during my lab session in the afternoon. I wasn't really being myself when I was with my friends. I insulted Sanjay for whatever reason (I don't really remember what was the conversation about or was there even a conversation??) I lashed out at Gordon in Facebook. I shouted at Sandave that I didn't want to talk to him anymore in the middle of our conversation while he was trying to help me at that time. I really didn't mean all that to happen. It's just that, she was really close to me and she really cared a lot about me. I love her and I just couldn't believe that she left us all just like that. She is a very nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, whatever that I might have said that hurt you or insulted you, I'm really sorry. I wasn't really feeling well at all. And I don't mean it. I'm very sensitive now. So please... Just bear with me for a few days k? I'm going back to KL for the funeral on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3667780229528659528?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3667780229528659528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3667780229528659528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3667780229528659528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3667780229528659528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-phase.html' title='Out of Phase.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3930745101477104303</id><published>2010-01-26T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:31:19.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally with Fast Internet Connection.</title><content type='html'>I've lost touch with blogging and writing. I'm sure my readers have gotten tired of waiting for my update. I'm sorry. Because almost every time when I want to write something, it has to be something emo. I used to want to write about where I went and what I did, uploading pictures and stuff. That touch ain't there anymore. Maybe it's cuz' of the uploading thingy, I'm kinda lazy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, no one's reading my blog anymore right? So I guess it's kinda okay for me to write again here. I treat this place as my solitude. A friend that I can just talk to without having to get any remarks or feedback. But if you guys are still reading this, I'm sorry to say but it's gonna be 90% emo stuff. "Why isn't this girl happy all the time?" I wish to answer that question. I'm happy at times. I'm happy when I'm with my girlfriends. I'm happy when I'm with my best friend (well, not all the time). I'm happy when I go shopping (only when I'm loaded and not fat). Basically I'm okay la. It's just that now is the time when there is something called the Bug Season. You don't get to see this kind of green bug in KL because it's only in places with padi fields. So now is their season to loiter in gangs in our rooms and hostels. Which is really really really annoying. The worst thing is, they bite. They left my swells and scars and blood. Now this is the phase which I am going through and I am not happy with it at all. I just wish to fly back to KL until this Bug Season is over. I have attacks in my hostel every night. Screw you all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting any attention from Sandave at all. Probably it's because of his exam. I try not to think about it, but it's making me curious. It was his birthday yesterday and I wasn't back in KL to celebrate it with him. For two years consecutively. It sucks. And I feel lonely. He's not giving me the attention I crave for. But if he gives me too much then I'll think that he's controlling me like shit. I don't know what I want. Maybe I want his company near me. We're 6 hours drive away from each other. Because of the lack of attention, I then seek it from my best friend, Gordon. But he's currently busy showing attention to someone else and it would not be nice to interfere. Gah, I'm such an attention seeker. But hey, it applies to myself seeking attention from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain &lt;/span&gt;people only. Like those mentioned. So don't think I'm an attention seeker. Contradicting to what Gordon might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?? I have an Entrepreneurship exam coming up by the end of this week and I haven't started at all. I am so left behind with tonnes of lectures to revise but I don't have the drive to do it. I don't wanna fail any subject for this coming CA. Let alone sitting for a supplementary paper. Oh please. Don't. Let. That. Happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study! Stop grieving on your miserable life, Michelle. Why do you have to be such a scumbag. Get up already! You don't even go jogging anymore for pete's sake! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no motivation to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ain't speaking clearly to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3930745101477104303?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3930745101477104303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3930745101477104303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3930745101477104303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3930745101477104303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-with-fast-internet-connection.html' title='Finally with Fast Internet Connection.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2303919959909590426</id><published>2009-09-17T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:12:11.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Complaints.</title><content type='html'>Why do I have to get "cha-ed" for the good things that I do? Almost everynight in my room I curl up on my bed not feeling happy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that when I need someone to talk to you are always not answering my calls? It is either you are too busy doing something or sleeping. Takkan you don't have time for me meh? =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna blog and express out all my innermost feelings but I am just too afraid that some information might leak out somewhere or worse, could it be that my dad has been stalking my blog all along? NO WAY I DON'T WANT THAT TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bugger, I have a report due tomorrow and I have not got a single clue on what to write. I have to come out with a proposal soon for my upcoming Rotaract project right after convo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody just needs to stop acting so sweet and nice but turns out to be a complete bitch behind the scenes. No, not just you, but a few. Stop being bitches. So not up to standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And stop telling me that whatever I write in this blog is childish or harsh or whatsoever. It's my blog and I can write whatever I want whenever I want wherever I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2303919959909590426?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2303919959909590426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2303919959909590426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2303919959909590426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2303919959909590426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-complaints.html' title='Of Complaints.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-9023575490214495475</id><published>2009-08-13T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:42:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again @ the Aimst Cyber Cafe</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting in front of an old computer in the Cyber Cafe of my good ol' varsity. It's good to be in touch with what's happening around but this time I don't think I'm really a fond of being "famous" socially like how I was. It wasnt' very pleasant though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far so good. Yesterday was our first day of orientation week and it was long and boring. However it ended in the afternoon so I had time to return to my apartment for a nap. But I had one of those severe menstrual cramps again so I had to lay in bed and moan and groan and roll and flip and yadayada. Nicole came over and talked for a while but after that she handed me some paracetamol and I had to continue sleeping. I skipped my lunch, so she bought me a bun to keep me from being hungry. So sweet of her. Love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to CF at night and I was so surprised that about 70% of the members are doing their Foundation studies this year. Wow. Really big group. But anyhow after CF I went up to Nicole's apartment and hung out with the gang until 1.05am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up at 7.45am. But I only managed to drag myself out of bed at 8.25am. Got dressed and went down for breakfast. Then Nicole, Sang and I decided to hang around at Central Square and do some shopping, since there is no orientation for the day. Right. I wore a black MNG basics tank top and a black quarter pants. I got stopped by a guard. He told me in front of all the students, passers by and pedestrians that I cannot wear like that. I told him that I AM NOT GOING TO ENTER THE BUILDING. But he kept nagging me until I got fed up I just walked away. I AM PISSED THAT AIMST IS STILL AS CONSERVATIVE AS EVER! Or maybe even becoming more conservative. Argh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that left me to hunt for an overcoat at CS. Unfortunately I didn't get to buy any overcoat at all. But ended up getting myself a nice pair of black skinny jeans, a pair of black pumps and a GC belt. Simple and nice. Hmmn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be wasting money. My shopaholic habit is not done with me yet. Shoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting the declaration of freedom from Aimst, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-9023575490214495475?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/9023575490214495475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=9023575490214495475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/9023575490214495475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/9023575490214495475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-again-aimst-cyber-cafe.html' title='Blogging Again @ the Aimst Cyber Cafe'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2052008413123242901</id><published>2009-08-12T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:49:49.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again.</title><content type='html'>Alas, I'm blogging again. God knows how long have I been abandoning this blog. But then again, I'm back in Aimst again. This time doing my degree and I'm gonna be here for the next 5 years or so. Doing my bachelor in Dental Surgery (BDS). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got here around 11 something in the morning. Started my journey after sending my sister to school. Okay let's not talk about my day and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm depressed. Like, really really depressed. Not because I'm coming back to Aimst to do dentistry. I'm grateful that God gave me a chance to come back and further my studies, otherwise I wouldn't know where else to go. I'm sad because I miss my pie. I'm sad because I just realized how rotten I treated my parents while I was back in KL and now they are sacrificing so much for me just to get me back on track. I just took too long to realize how much they've done. I'm sad because everything is so uncertain. Yes, the future is very very unpredictable. Especially how the way I see it. And then how my lecturers are gonna be like? That's another concern. Because the degree programme is so much more different than foundation. Also, will I be able to adapt well once again here? For the next five years? I'm so fed up with my insecurities that I just wish to roll them up into a ball and chuck them into the drain. Yes, I think a lot. And one thing that I am so frustrated about is the bloody bugs that are loitering around my room! I've killed about a fifty of them by now. Is it even bug season? They just can't seem to leave me alone, can they? The scars which they left on my skin last year have faded, and now they're gonna come back. My skin ain't good at all. So it's gonna get really sensitive once I get my scratchy hands on them. And I don't have a broom in the house. Gah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I think I better get to bed. My first day of orientation week starts tomorrow at 8am. Good night peepz and do pray for me ya? Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishes that God would guide everything for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2052008413123242901?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2052008413123242901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2052008413123242901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2052008413123242901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2052008413123242901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-again.html' title='Back Again.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5113281596368346302</id><published>2009-07-09T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:04:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, recently I got myself contact lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is how I look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SlYSvvvloGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Cy5ESDb9a-M/s320/Picture+006.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356489418282999906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SlYUQlZPGZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/0TcsfmRpVM0/s320/Picture+008.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356491081952205202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SlYUQ8SmeuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ycl-lD2ToUM/s320/Picture+009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356491088098392802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SlYTBJ8Vg-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ck4t1suT-N8/s320/Picture+013.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356489717373567970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Total korean / japanese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5113281596368346302?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5113281596368346302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5113281596368346302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5113281596368346302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5113281596368346302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/07/specless.html' title='Specless.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SlYSvvvloGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Cy5ESDb9a-M/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5584820614645297932</id><published>2009-06-25T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:05:56.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah! My Newbie Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm on budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this darling here will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muakssss!&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SkODV15EZJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_rkzQ2f5kqk/s320/ricoh_caplior7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351265193513215122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's either the black, or the orange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But they don't have black no more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SkODvafplHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LMj1SOwIR-k/s320/r7frontk.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351265632835441778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SkODvbhKyGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hg2qJDmorRo/s320/RicohR73orange.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351265633110247522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5584820614645297932?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5584820614645297932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5584820614645297932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5584820614645297932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5584820614645297932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yeah-my-newbie-baby.html' title='Oh Yeah! My Newbie Baby!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SkODV15EZJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_rkzQ2f5kqk/s72-c/ricoh_caplior7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8977142289178608375</id><published>2009-06-14T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:12:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless Days.</title><content type='html'>I want it all out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh! Sometimes I just couldn't &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt; the pressure. Day by day, it's the same thing. Blah blah blah. Can I get out of there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I went out to Sunway Pyramid with Pie yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I only managed to buy stuffs from a few stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MNG, Body Glove and Forever 21. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miserably, I have to go back to work tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking my sister along with me to work out in the gym in the morning. Provided if she wakes up in time. Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I think I'm going to bed. I hate being frustrated just because I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8977142289178608375?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8977142289178608375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8977142289178608375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8977142289178608375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8977142289178608375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifeless-days.html' title='Lifeless Days.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-9214228464188419622</id><published>2009-06-08T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:59:06.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aimst Offer Letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si00G23Ay3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/lm-qhLonuKU/s1600-h/BDS+offer+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si00G23Ay3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/lm-qhLonuKU/s320/BDS+offer+letter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344985625168759666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for allowing me to be accepted into Dentistry back in Aimst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this is what You want me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll study hard to make You proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please guide me as I walk through the hundred times tougher than Matriculation road for the next five years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't leave me, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need You to walk this five years' path with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust You, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-9214228464188419622?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/9214228464188419622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=9214228464188419622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/9214228464188419622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/9214228464188419622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-aimst-offer-letter.html' title='My Aimst Offer Letter.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si00G23Ay3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/lm-qhLonuKU/s72-c/BDS+offer+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1946714604986562771</id><published>2009-05-15T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:58:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew.</title><content type='html'>I just want to praise the Lord God Most High.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was at work. I knew that I would be receiving a Poslaju package today. And that little package is gonna determine my life. And future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt dizzy and I just wanted to throw up. I couldn't take it cuz' of the anxiety. I bursted out in tears in the office of True Fitness. My manager allowed me to take MC. So my mom took me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to collect the package from my post box. I took it back to my room. Climbed on the bed and tore it open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A second envelope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it goes. With trembling hands, I pulled out the papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little note dropped out which said "PLEASE APPLY FOR THE DEGREE AND DIPLOMA PROGRAMMES OF YOUR CHOICE IN AIMST UNIVERSITY IMMEDIATELY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt weird. So I read whatever that was written on the papers. When I saw my grades and the marks. I sped off and searched high and low for my sister's calculator. Counted everything. And that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it. I qualified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, God. It was all You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's a choice. Between medicine and dentistry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to worry whether or not I can make it to the 75 seats available for dentistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really la, thank you God. So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can smile again. &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;&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/1169643348794886223-1946714604986562771?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1946714604986562771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1946714604986562771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1946714604986562771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1946714604986562771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/05/phew.html' title='Phew.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5406269338437162251</id><published>2009-05-08T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:16:16.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Yeah I might be working from 11am to 9pm, but I'm still tired k. I might not be standing the whole day. I get to walk around occasionally. But I'm still tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna talk to my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5406269338437162251?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5406269338437162251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5406269338437162251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5406269338437162251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5406269338437162251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8096224806681787676</id><published>2009-05-06T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:39:41.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>At last I got a job.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saved myself from all the naggings I get day and night from my parents. And grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been like a dump at home. Sitting and doing nothing. Staring out the window. Like a dump. Or a dungu. In other words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today's my first day. I have to undergo training first before I can start for real. Met Yasmeen. At least I have a friend with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow's second day of training. Hopefully by Friday I can start work. But I am a bit afraid. First-time-job- syndrome I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, at Pavillion. True Fitness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I saw a very unpleasant forum criticising about TF. But whatever la, dunno don't care about those people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SgB5jyxNa_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RnIKCq10r4M/s320/logotrue.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 104px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395614637222898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1169643348794886223-8096224806681787676?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8096224806681787676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8096224806681787676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8096224806681787676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8096224806681787676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SgB5jyxNa_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RnIKCq10r4M/s72-c/logotrue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6106487290552131915</id><published>2009-04-27T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:43:46.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Sylvia.</title><content type='html'>After having lunch with my aunt and family, and after getting down the car, I realized Sylvia went missing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized that I left her alone in the car. Knowing that she was going to die anytime soon, I dialed her number many many times. Sandave and Gordon helped too. All I wanted was my mom NOT to find out that Sylvia was in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, Gordon managed to kill her. And she rested in peace in the car. My sister was a life saver. She took Sylvia's body and kept it safe when my mom fetched her from tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my sister handed in Sylvia's body, I was so relieved that my mom didn't find out. Because Sylvia's body contains some information which could not be let out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Sylvia's body and laid her down. I set up the defibrillator on her. And her heart started pumping again. She's alive now. Just that she's safer in my arms again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never ever leave you, Sylvia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for you is eternal (unless of course you don't screw up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you to know how important you are and how much you mean to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because if mom diagnoses you, that's the end of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Sylvia, don't ever get out of my sight again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You belong to me, and only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Sylvia... My handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SfXOvBFjFBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mruObvGvhpg/s320/Z610_Design_Picture_i_Luste.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329393041203729426" /&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;=P&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/1169643348794886223-6106487290552131915?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6106487290552131915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def8efceed9d14dd9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59797AD27EF95C2E1F00DA21CEDEFDC0BEC77BF5.6A0B0C513EB44E1A30457C664B4744944122890C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def8efceed9d14dd9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzmYka1ZQq_MOtB08zJZekmnQPJ4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef8efceed9d14dd9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8902598910357354530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8902598910357354530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8902598910357354530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8902598910357354530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-am-in-love.html' title='I think I am in Love.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6310476533635546615</id><published>2009-04-23T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:47:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon is an Adult!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday was Gordon's birthday. We decided to go over to Midvalley for Chili's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Se9JVRWcrxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7ABt4ykSYUg/s320/Chilis.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327557513986223890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Se9C79WsT_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/I817x0scFig/s320/DSC03486.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550482052042738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The starter's dish was my favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bottomless Tostada Chips with Salsa sauce and Beef Queso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Oh dear so nice!* =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Se9EEOQ3ePI/AAAAAAAAAio/_NbJYLfwCKk/s320/DSC03489.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327551723541592306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I destroyed my Old Timer with cheese before I got to snap a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Se9C8Kuz_pI/AAAAAAAAAiY/mWrBlhV-GUo/s320/DSC03488.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550485642870418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel the sin for eating the whole burger myself. *like a pig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Se9C8Q3_RjI/AAAAAAAAAig/wUCOmWFtjvA/s320/DSC03490.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550487291971122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Gordon's dish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"BBQ Beef and Chicken"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Oh so nice also!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ham and cheese is good. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recommend all food mentioned especially the Bottomless Tostada Chips. I wish my mom could make the Beef Queso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, Gordon's so old already! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1169643348794886223-6310476533635546615?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6310476533635546615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6310476533635546615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6310476533635546615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6310476533635546615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/gordon-is-adult.html' title='Gordon is an Adult!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Se9JVRWcrxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7ABt4ykSYUg/s72-c/Chilis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5669981236135039837</id><published>2009-04-21T05:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:32:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't really remember the last time I did a survey on my blog. Just out of me being an insomniac for tonight, I thought I'd just pop this out. Got this from Wei-Liem's blog btw. I miss that guy lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michelle. Low Whye Syn?&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you find it annoying when surveys ask for your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, depends lar. &lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you plan to buy in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in a few months I am able to get myself an iPod Classic, hopefully a new laptop, and a CAR! (which will never happen to me  - I meant the car).&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where did you get the underwear you are currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mommy bought it for me as a birthday present. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many pairs of Converse do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one. Several years ago. Cheap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is your favorite “That ’70s Show” character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, sad to say, I don't know because I don't really watch TV. Is that on Starworld?&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a mummy standing behind you. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're talking about "Mommy", I'll shut my laptop down. If it's a mummy, I'll be wondering why's it in my house.&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of Miley Cyrus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch Hannah Montenna. But I like a few of her songs. I like "See you again" and "Fly on the wall".&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you tend to think that you are always right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very humble person. Hence, I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;think I am. I have my own ways. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Top Five Favorite Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goin' Crazy by Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Supermassive Black Hole by Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bella's Lullaby by Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miss Independent by Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie dolls! Till now I still like 'em. =P&lt;br /&gt;12.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you thought more about your funeral, or your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if I'll get married. Funeral? I could imagine a few people crying their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;13.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinosaurs or Unicorns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns! I'm a fairytale sort of person, remember?&lt;br /&gt;14.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.myspacesurveyfun.com/337/#" target="_top" style="position: static; color: rgb(71, 54, 36); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Sound Of Music. I grew up with it.&lt;br /&gt;15.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You need new jeans. Where do you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first store I'll go to is Giordano. Then there's Levi's.&lt;br /&gt;16.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you play the Sims 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even done with the first game.&lt;br /&gt;17.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Do you think Harry Potter is at all immoral to read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. I think it's totally cool. I can't stand it when people say that it's against religions and all those stuff. Oh come on la wei. &lt;br /&gt;18.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of Maroon 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're cool!&lt;br /&gt;19.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.myspacesurveyfun.com/337/#" target="_top" style="position: static; color: rgb(71, 54, 36); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice...&lt;br /&gt;20.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.myspacesurveyfun.com/337/#" target="_top" style="position: static; color: rgb(71, 54, 36); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them. But I get tired of their songs fast.&lt;br /&gt;21.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Katy Perry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis has her whole album. I just listen to it. &lt;br /&gt;22.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How about The All-American Rejects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rock! I lurve the recent "Gives you hell".&lt;br /&gt;23.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever snuck into an R-rated movie when you weren’t old enough to see it without parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my parents don't watch movies in cinemas. And does The Da Vincci Code counts?&lt;br /&gt;24.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Wii or Xbox 360?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit outdated with games here. This should be Gordon's question.&lt;br /&gt;25.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Team Demi/Selena or Team Miley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore or Demi Lovato? Dunno la. &lt;br /&gt;26.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know many Emily’s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know an Emily! She's a really pretty girl! She's my cousin's colleague.&lt;br /&gt;27.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of the Jonas Brothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got to know about them when I came across the movie "Camp Rock". Not really crazy about them. I'm more towards The Click Five. =P&lt;br /&gt;28.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever slept in a tent, indoors or out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in a tent while I was in Form 2. Indoors, of course. Out, meaning hotel rooms, friend's house and I slept in a church in Johor before.&lt;br /&gt;29.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your favorite kind of Girlscout cookie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipsmore! &lt;br /&gt;30.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you enjoy surveys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I feel like blogging but have absolutely nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;31.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you hear at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the rain out the window, my mom preparing food in the kitchen and the bubbles in my fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;32.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do you think so many people love myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;33.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of people who do illegal drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll get what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;34.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you watch the Olympics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the chance to cuz' I was in campus, I think. No TV.&lt;br /&gt;35.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are your top five favorite stores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earrings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tower Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any clothes store of my taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;36.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Do you like the new Weezer album?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only heard of the "Beverly Hills" song.&lt;br /&gt;37.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hat did you think of Panic at the Disco taking out the exclamation point in their name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll lose the taste of their originality.&lt;br /&gt;38.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the worst job you have ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, handing out flyers and promoting, trying to get the customer's interest, in the end I just get rejected so many times. *emo*&lt;br /&gt;39.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever been to Minnesota?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Minnesota? Oh I know! Somewhere in the US right?&lt;br /&gt;40.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Timmy wishes for all the weird weird things from his Fairly Odd Parents.&lt;br /&gt;41.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you watch informercials when there is nothing on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes only lar. &lt;br /&gt;42.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your favorite Disney Show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show or movie? Totally Spies I guess. I like Nickelodeon better. &lt;br /&gt;43.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever seen the Wedding Singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;44.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reason people rank things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should I take that into consideration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;45.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever gone camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I love nature, minus all the insects and stupid bugs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;46.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you miss most about elementary school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary school life sucked. I don't miss it at all. Maybe I miss the English story telling competitions.&lt;br /&gt;47.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you do when you want to fill out a survey, but none of your friends have posted surveys that you have not taken yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just come across one at random. &lt;br /&gt;48.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your favorite kind of DQ Blizzard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Oreo? Maybe the burger would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;49.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Has anything funny ever happened to you while in Wendy’s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What funny thing could possibly happen to me? Just makan lar! Unless I trip and fall on my food.&lt;br /&gt;50.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your current job? If you are applying anywhere, where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jobless now. I want a job. I need one! But I don't know where to go. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What a long winded survey. It's 6.18 now and I'm not even asleep yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A very happy 21st birthday to our beloved Gordon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5669981236135039837?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5669981236135039837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5669981236135039837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5669981236135039837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5669981236135039837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-questions.html' title='Of Questions.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6975133489057370858</id><published>2009-04-20T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:18:33.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Pictures and Events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay here are some stuffs on what I've been up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly it was David Archuleta's showcase I've been working with : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetiKt80zNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4jsyc71S61k/s320/DSC03443.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326458920568671442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thousands of fans at the Amphitheatre, Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetiKhrLb6I/AAAAAAAAAho/SmPedT73H68/s320/DSC03444.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326458917273431970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was standing on the stage and took this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetiLXAkhfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8txanX7l6ok/s320/DSC03466.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326458931590235634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was how close I was standing away from David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetiLDg4IGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gMrDEvtUq3U/s320/DSC03471.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326458926357028962" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The zoom in version of David Archuleta. He's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Setga5SQSOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/bQAEG2F-bJA/s320/DSC03477.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456999465994466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I snapped a picture of me and JJ from Hitz.fm Morning Crew. I was searching for Ian too but couldn't find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetgaoZ610I/AAAAAAAAAhI/hLpNkuXCSW0/s320/DSC03450.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456994934740802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The friends I made while working for this showcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Wednesday I went out with my friends to Taman Conaught Pasar Malam for fun :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetgalWRpbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UlOOwgL9ViQ/s320/DSC03479.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456994114151858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite type of food always found in Pasar Malam's. Fatty Lok Lok with lots and lots of chilli!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetgamSqtPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BUDOaXP4Ad8/s320/DSC03482.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456994367452402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gordon is turning 21 and this was his birthday bash. Didn't get to snap pictures though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetgaTtR8NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EAe_H-935dw/s320/DSC03485.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326456989378801874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really hungry just now so I decided to make myself supper after such a long time. Two eggs, fried. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've been pretty much wasting my time these few weeks. I need to get motivated and do something. I need a job. I need courses. I need a hobby. I need exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I need some sleep although I had plenty of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-6975133489057370858?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6975133489057370858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6975133489057370858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6975133489057370858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6975133489057370858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/previous-pictures-and-events.html' title='Previous Pictures and Events.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SetiKt80zNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4jsyc71S61k/s72-c/DSC03443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8541695055813728301</id><published>2009-04-18T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:11:19.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Long Break.</title><content type='html'>Again I've not been blogging. Haven't been making it a habit eversince I created this blog. I know I've lost a lot of my readers and I'm really sorry about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, I'm back in KL for a really long break. Finally done with finals and left Aimst. I kinda miss that place actually because I'm still trying to accept the fact that there are no more cafeteria or clock tower hang outs as long as I am here in my house. For me to call my campus friends out for a movie and lunch is difficult because they live quite a distance from me. The nearest is Sang, and she lives in Setapak. Gordon lives in PJ and Sri is the furthest, Klang. Unlike in campus, I just give a call or sms to everyone, 5 minutes later we can see each other at the clock tower, wearing simple and ugly T shirt and shorts. Now, we meet at shopping malls, and we dress up nicely. So there's rarely any chance for us to see each other in ugly homewear clothes, unless we go to each other's houses, which is like, really rare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little update on myself. I want to lose all that weight I gained while in campus. However, I've been lazy and never had the mood to exercise. Someone needs to motivate me (in a nice way). I took up a free lance job from Digi and Switch Box for David Archuleta's showcase. It was just a 4-days job, and pretty boring except on Saturday. I get to go check out the backstage and I was pretty much close to David. Didn't really get to meet him as security was really strict. More details on my next posts. I'm also hunting for other jobs just so that I can fill up my almost-empty purse. I need a job, badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's so sad that I just got to know that a man in the Hulu Kelang Chinese wet market who sells fruits committed suicide by jumping off the building. He got involved in gambling and borrowing money from "Ah Longs". So as you know, he killed himself before the Ah Longs kill him. I know him since I was young because my parents are regular customers of him. And now he ain't there no more. Sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gtg now. A big gang of my relatives are here in my house for dinner. Chiao. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Milo -&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/1169643348794886223-8541695055813728301?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8541695055813728301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8541695055813728301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8541695055813728301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8541695055813728301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-for-long-break.html' title='Sorry for the Long Break.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-602879428169666927</id><published>2009-03-06T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:35:52.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick of Crying.</title><content type='html'>I cried again last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the bitter and painful one which I haven't had for a very long time since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't always like that before I come to Aimst and before I met &lt;em&gt;some people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to hate people. I don't always do except for some exceptional cases. But this is it. I've had it trying to protect other people's feelings but letting my own crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of putting bandages and plasters and stitches all over my heart when it's being torn apart over and over again. It has wounds and scars - lots of them. And I keep getting fresh cuts and wounds from time to time. Why ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all dried up. I don't think I can shed another tear anymore. I don't feel fragile anymore. It's like my heart is being cemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Note : &lt;em&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;some situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; only. My Christian friends, please do not think that I'm hardening my heart for God k!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I really am. Exams are up and I still get into this. These are my last moments in Aimst, does it really have to end this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel... Heartless... I don't know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897199730680850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SbCLXr_J5BI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DScG8utlZ4s/s320/287345082748.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biting her lips cruelly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-602879428169666927?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/602879428169666927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=602879428169666927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/602879428169666927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/602879428169666927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sick-of-crying.html' title='I&apos;m Sick of Crying.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SbCLXr_J5BI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DScG8utlZ4s/s72-c/287345082748.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1678762006033196888</id><published>2009-03-01T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:41:35.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Penang... Waiting to get back to Aimst to rid the guilt.</title><content type='html'>I'm still blogging here in my hotel room. Perhaps I'm gonna leave and get back to Aimst around 4 something in the evening. I can't wait for a good breakfast in Penang. And then maybe I wanna try out the really cool buffet they have in &lt;em&gt;Little Cottage&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Batu Feringhi walk after dinner last night. Walked around and bought a really nice pair of surf pants. Almost the same as Sandave's design, well actually it's the same la, just that the colour is different. Bought a few DVDs but those will only be watched after my exam finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that everyone is studying now. I ain't gonna let the guilty feeling come to me while I'm at it. I'm hitting the library again after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1678762006033196888?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1678762006033196888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1678762006033196888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1678762006033196888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1678762006033196888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-in-penang-waiting-to-get-back-to.html' title='Still in Penang... Waiting to get back to Aimst to rid the guilt.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7590097416116946979</id><published>2009-02-28T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:22:49.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging here in a hotel in Penang. Exams is only two weeks away and yet I am not in campus studying. Depressing I know. I should be studying, which is why I was in the public library the whole afternoon doing Bio and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing... It's so depressing... And it's so depressing to know that I am becoming blurer day by day. Why ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7590097416116946979?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7590097416116946979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7590097416116946979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7590097416116946979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7590097416116946979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/02/depressing.html' title='Depressing.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5315425225933636635</id><published>2009-02-18T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:32:43.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it have to be this way?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder. Why does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so cruel? And that you just have to choose only ONE for certain things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost a friend last night. A really really close one. One whom I loved dearly and really cherished him to the bottom of my heart. Well, I guess I didn't exactly lose him. I just lost the 'closeness' with him. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a thing called the 'Boyfriend material' and 'Best friend material'. And I believe only one single person can fit into either one of the catagories. I had to choose only ONE. Too bad I couldn't give him my first option. So I had to pick the second. And true enough my choice disappointed him. And it made him really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts me to get to know that I am no longer in the important position of his heart anymore. Because he is still there, in mine. And I have never given that place to anyone else yet. But sad to say that he has already found someone else, or should i say, some other &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't give a damn anymore. And it hurts. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him back as a dear friend again. But for his own good, I can't. And I don't know how. I fear that we may end up being strangers one day. It frightens me. See how important he is to me? But too bad he doesn't feel the same way. He doesn't need me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave myself to bleed. I can't help it. And there's nothing much I could do to compensate all the hurt that I've caused in him. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was all I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5315425225933636635?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5315425225933636635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5315425225933636635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5315425225933636635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5315425225933636635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-does-it-have-to-be-this-way.html' title='Why does it have to be this way?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3681502416541512297</id><published>2009-01-31T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:39:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun is Gonna Rise...</title><content type='html'>I've become nocturnal during this past one week. I was like that during my preparations for SPM. But not very often in Aimst, unless it's exam periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one more day here in KL. Then I will have to go back to Aimst, and I don't think I can return until Matriculation finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY, busy. I only got to go out with my friends last night. Arika came and fetched me and we met up with Xiowei, Suet Mei and Jason at Old Town. Went over to Xiowei's house for some gambling. I haven't had so much of fun with my old friends. And we're gonna meet again later for some shopping and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 7.20am. I've been up the whole night and morning. Doing Chemistry, then watched Heroes. I should've spent more time in Chem, I'm slowly getting the hang of Organic Chemistry, just need to see and do some sample exam questions. I haven't done my English Assignment yet. I am so dead for that because my due date is on Monday. My Bio Fair groupmates threw me the banner to complete it. I'm so dead for that cuz' I think it's pretty not possible. I'll just have to think of something, which makes me now double dead. And then there's my Bio quiz on Tuesday, which makes me triple dead then. There are more to come, such as Chemistry quiz, Physics quiz, Bio fair and etc... Can I not mention them? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to stay home and complete everything which I've not done. But I need to see my friends for the last time before I return. Guess I'll have to be nocturnal again tonight, then catch my sleep in the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really depressing. If I were in campus, I would've finished my tasks earlier because distractions there were less (unless if you don't count Sandave in). I think I have ADD. I can't sit still! I realised that I even shake my legs when I sit, which does not happen under normal circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Aimst is indeed depressing. There are things which I do not wish to deal with. I don't even like going into my room in the first place. It's that annoying aura I feel and whatever or &lt;em&gt;whoever&lt;/em&gt; that pisses me off. I don't really enjoy being in class either. I don't know why, I'm having some difficulties in paying attention in class sometimes. And then there are the people who annoy me to the max, just can't wait to rid all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some things to that I look forward to when I go back. Sandave, Sang, Gordon and Sri. The dearest people to me. Although one of them didn't recruit me into his singing group (I still can't get over the fact that he &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; about me!), I am not mad and I forgive. I know I said some hurtful things and I ask for forgiveness, but he also needs to ask for mine. Anyways, he has my full support on the day of the First Beat. And also throughout all his rehearsals, which I do not even have the luxury of witnessing. First Beat falls on Valentine's Day, I don't even know whether I'll be around campus or not. In order not to stir up further arguments, especially if he's reading this, I shall not continue about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be meeting my grandparents and aunties from Sabah for breakfast in about two hours time. After that I'm gonna have to pick Arika up and meet up with the gang. I need some sleep, or nap. I can't sit up straight anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3681502416541512297?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3681502416541512297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3681502416541512297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3681502416541512297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3681502416541512297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/01/sun-is-gonna-rise.html' title='The Sun is Gonna Rise...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-585653081591415394</id><published>2009-01-26T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:43:38.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Hei Fatt Choi to Everyone.</title><content type='html'>After talking on the phone with my dearest two guys, I fell asleep on the couch, curled up like a prawn for 5 freakin' hours! Body aching now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's the first day of CNY! I woke up at around 6am + and was thinking to crawl back to my bed, but I came online instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from Aimst on Saturday morning, only got to go to church for youth service and then did some shopping at Tesco with family. Drove to LCCT airport to pick my aunt up from Brunei. The next day did somemore shopping at Times Square. I didn't get to buy much though. Maybe cuz' I lost the mood due to my gain of weight which really makes you depressed. Maybe I should have watched my weight since the beginning itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, nothing much la. The usual stuff. Go to my uncle's house in Bangsar and spend the rest of the day there. Melissa, Ruby and Joe are back from Australia. And Whye Choong too. Tomorrow will be spending in Rawang. My mom's side of the family from Sabah are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna sleep for an hour, then wake up to get ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choi people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To my high school peepz, I'd like to meet up with you guys before I leave this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-585653081591415394?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/585653081591415394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=585653081591415394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/585653081591415394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/585653081591415394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-hei-fatt-choi-to-everyone.html' title='Gong Hei Fatt Choi to Everyone.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8312134841191079500</id><published>2009-01-22T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:57:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Test later... And then Go Home Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>In about two hours time will be my Term 3 Mathematics Test. 5% worth of marks to be added to my final paper. I've done all the questions I can possibly do. I wish I have more questions. But I'm too lazy to dig out those past year questions which Yi Cheng gave me. Saving it for my finals (I know it's not the right thing to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging this in the Cyber Centre again. My laptop is with Sang. Wanted to watch Heroes but it'll only make me guilty for not studying while everyone else is studying so hard. After 5pm, my plan so far, is to go back to my room, take a bath, lie down or sleep until dinner time. At night I have a Ponggal Celebration to attend and also Naveena's birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be going back to KL tomorrow. Bus is at 11pm, so I'll be reaching at about 4.30am. Going back with Sang, Sri and Gordon. This is the first time that we're travelling back together, the four of us. Planning to leave Aimst at about 7pm, KFC or Pizza Hut for dinner, and then lepak till 10.30pm and start walking to the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have quite some stuffs to do back in KL. A lot a lot of shopping. And then there will be my quiz after CNY, which means I need to pack some books back home and study. And I am only planning to study Chemistry and Biology. I'll leave Physics till the week after cuz' it's the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Matriculation to be over. But I want more time for myself to study and score well for the finals. I ain't really satisfied with my results for the past couple of terms. I hope this time I can really score. And get into the degree course I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaoz peepz. Better get going. See ya all. Especially back in KL. I hope. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8312134841191079500?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8312134841191079500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8312134841191079500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8312134841191079500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8312134841191079500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/01/maths-test-later-and-then-go-home.html' title='Maths Test later... And then Go Home Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2816135582214966063</id><published>2009-01-08T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:45:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Blog of the Year.</title><content type='html'>2008 has gone and now it's 2009... I'm so sorry for not been blogging for a very long time. I can't say that I was busy, cuz' apparently I have no idea what I was doing for the past week before class started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent my new years in Penang, again. I'm gonna get bored of that place soon. I've been going there a lot and eating there a lot as well. And all the usual places I go is gonna get me bored. But still, nothing beats KL. It's still the best. I had a really great time with Gordon, Sang and Elyl. Practically spent the whole night driving around the small island. My manual driving skills are so much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently blogging at the Cyber Centre. I just finished class for the morning and waiting for lunch time to come, which is just an hour away. Instead of going back to my room and fall asleep, I figured I'd come here and blog instead. And I don't normally do this. I find that I can't really study in the room properly. There are a number of reasons. Thank God there's a study room just opposite my apartment and Jenny and I go there to study at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said that I gained weight during the holidays. I was kinda disappointed with that fact because I've not been eating lunch and dinner to avoid the crowd at the cafeteria. Then I ended up being so starving and I had to go down to the cafe to take supper almost every night after 10pm. I think that was the reason. Supper made me fat. All my effort wasted. I'm gonna have to do something to my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm brain storming on how to get back my slim body I used to have earlier this year. I don't think I can find the time to exercise due to my packed schedule. It's the third term and all I can think of is to sleep and study. No mood for anything else. Anyone, please motivate me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies are getting so much tougher and packed. I hardly even have time to sleep. Just like every other student out there. And Aimst is stupid enough to cram all the major projects and bio fair into Term 3. Stupid. Dumb. Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any new year's resolution this year. Maybe cuz' I lost the touch of everything I used to have. My life is just not the same anymore. And I'm determined to get my old life back after Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut down supper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study really hard for Term 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't go to Penang unless I need to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just stick with my close circle of friends. (I don't really trust the people here no more, it's really sad.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't go down to cafeteria so often at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid being seen too much. (Cuz' in Aimst, wherever you go, people talk and talk about you. Gossip spreads like fire here. I'm suspecting that there's a hidden "Gossip Girl" or "Gossip Guy" around here.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight if I can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be quiet and less vibrant (So that I don't get attention from anywhere else.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strongly block everybody's stares and snares and gossips mentally while walking in through a crowd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't care about all the gossips about me in the past. (I didn't even do anything!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I WANT MY OLD LIFE BACK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prayer : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, please help me get through all these gossips and backstabs that I get from people I don't even know... I didn't even do anything and I'm just living my life... I need You to help me get through this... Please make them stop even if it takes to make me invisible.... Protect my friends too from being dragged down into the water especially Sandave and Gordon... Please help me to handle the problems I'm going through now (a bit private and confidential in this blog)... &lt;em&gt;Amen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2816135582214966063?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2816135582214966063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2816135582214966063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2816135582214966063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2816135582214966063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-blog-of-year.html' title='The First Blog of the Year.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3674244618806266098</id><published>2008-12-29T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:21:49.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much in a Studying Mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't go back to KL for this Christmas cum New Year holiday. Was too lazy to travel far distance and I didn't want to procrastinate all my unfinished work till classes starts. It's only left Gordon and Sang in our gang, the rest went back. I wish Sri was here so that I can dance with him. And lose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the year is coming to an end. This month (December), was one of my most fun times I've ever had (besides in RBS). I had a really great 18th birthday this year. And I really wanna thank all my friends who organized a surprised party for me behind the library building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A BIG THANK YOU to :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sandave, who bought me the cake and a really HUGE present. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gordon, who got me this really gorgeous angel which can light up in the dark with different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sang, who got the party goin' and protected my feelings from &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sri, who &lt;em&gt;"ditched" &lt;/em&gt;me during the term break and went out with Gordon and Sang to Midvalley just to get me my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Raaj, who took the trouble to go to Tesco with Sandave just to get my cake and got into loads of trouble. (I'm so sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rashdip, who went to Tesco with Sandave too to order my cake the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kelly (my June batch roommate), for being part of organizing my birthday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All others who attended and fed my mouth, face, hands and HAIR with cake. (I had to wash my hair in the middle of the night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B9 classmates who got me a second cake in class the next day. (So sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys so much for making me a wonderful and unforgettable party! MUAKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285051296748333474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhGJypm6aI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gUvO5yXq7tw/s320/DSC02041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The cake says, &lt;strong&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FATTY. LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU DON'T GET FAT AFTER EATING THIS CAKE." &lt;/strong&gt;You get called a Fatty during your birthday huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285051303587305666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhGKMIJWMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5In_Qjgo3Cc/s320/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are my favourite. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285051294837255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhGJrh-K8I/AAAAAAAAAew/MhWS1dYA-KY/s320/DSC03353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really sweet and pretty. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285051301822771714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhGKFjcsgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RteEOxIe1d8/s320/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is really beautiful which Sandave gave to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285052878408372770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhHl2yv0iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IMzT0JAlXj8/s320/DSC03355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This gorgeous angel by Gordon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then there was the beautiful ring and a pair of earrings from Sang, Sri and Gordon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How did I spend my Christmas... Basically I went to Gordon's churh on Christmas eve, rented a car and Loghes sent us there. After that, Sang, Elyl and him picked us up and we went to SP town for supper. The next day was the best. We drove to Penang and hung out there till midnight. The usual places, Pisa complex (went to see my mom), Queensbay (met up with Janarthan!), Batu Ferringhi, Gurney Plaza and Gurney walk. The really fun part was helping out the guys do their clothes shopping at Parkson Grand. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285061729967655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhPpFa7y6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/DhgWJG5xDqw/s320/DSC00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a poser at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then the rest of the days, in campus. B-O-R-I-N-G. I wanna go out! But it's so difficult when you don't have a car. Which leaves me here to rot. And I don't have the mood to study also. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3674244618806266098?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3674244618806266098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3674244618806266098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3674244618806266098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3674244618806266098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-much-in-studying-mood.html' title='Not Much in a Studying Mood.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SVhGJypm6aI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gUvO5yXq7tw/s72-c/DSC02041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5538079361762794848</id><published>2008-12-23T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:41:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling of RBS Mission Trip.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I followed Shaun to Bandar Laguna Merbok Club House for a Christmas celebration organised by the youths from several churches in SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I observed the whole event in general, a very familiar feeling came by me. I looked at the youths from the churches, they were all chinese speaking, Form 5 and below adolescents. Even the event itself is also chinese speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very astonished by how the youths in the event worked together as committee members to make the event a success. They managed to bring their family and friends. The hall was pretty packed. They may be secondary school kids, but the way they work things out in the event really made me think of my RBS mission trip at Daya Gosple Centre, Johor Bharu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At DGC, most of the teens were around Form 5 and below. Some were English speaking and most are Chinese speaking. Their togetherness and friendship are really strong and easy to handle cuz' of the small group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the agenda of the event :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opening dance. (Really good dancers and I'm really proud of them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keyboard performance. (Good but it'll be better if the performer could do just the solo piano) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASHION SHOW&lt;/strong&gt;. (I was amazed cuz' I've never encountered a fashion show before in any Christmas parties in my life!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing and Praise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preaching by pastor. (It was in Chinese and pastor showed a really good video on John 3:16, I bet this would touch people cuz' it did to me!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choir performance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINE DANCING.&lt;/strong&gt; (Open dance floor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was really really surprised that they had line dancing! I didn't dance cuz' I was busy searching for food. But anyway, I thank God for giving me the opportunity of attending this event. It really opened my eyes to what the Christian youths are like in SP. And with that, it made me miss RBS even more and I really wanted to go back to DGC along with my Macclay teammates. But I pray that if I have the ability, I can form a mission team from Aimst and together we have our own little mission trip around SP. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: To my dearest MACCLAY TEAMMATES, if you guys were to ever drop by in Penang or SP, let's do another mission trip to the churches in SP k? I see a lot of potential in the youths and we need to encourage them more. You guys will know what I mean. I love MACCLAY. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5538079361762794848?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5538079361762794848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5538079361762794848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5538079361762794848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5538079361762794848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/recalling-of-rbs-mission-trip.html' title='Recalling of RBS Mission Trip.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5593736238415044776</id><published>2008-12-09T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:26:39.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like Crap.</title><content type='html'>Today's indeed the first day of my final term. I only had Physics class at 9.30am till around 10.30am. First lesson was the briefing of our Physics project which we will need to hand in after around 5 weeks. My group members and I headed to the library to search for whatever stuff related to physics. Was kinda pissed off at some computers which are not working and some idiots installed their own passwords, so we couldn't log in. Cracked our heads thinking, searching and finding. Ranging from optical fibres to rainbows to nanotechnology to natural disasters to I-don't-know-what-else-we-thought-of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was lunch and after prayer meeting, Sri and I walked over to the admin building to pay our fees. My tummy was aching since this morning till now. Felt like puking and ran to the toilet for 3 to 4 times already. And I have a prom night dance audition to attend tonight. I don't think I can perform "4 Minutes" by Madonna feat Justin Timberlake cuz' my dance partner ain't going to the prom. And we haven't even finished choreographing the dance either. And I'm not sure how to tell the AMSA president about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the sponsorships. We couldn't get Digi, so Tesco, Giant and MPC are some of the choices. But I didn't get their contact numbers, how am I supposed to call them? And just so you know, it's too late to get sponsorships now cuz' our prom is just 3 days away. Dream on. Another thing I don't know how to tell the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doomed. Dunno la. Very frustrating actually. And I lost my enthusiasm towards the prom night. Don't feel like going at all. But I'm involved in the freakin' Ballroom dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5593736238415044776?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5593736238415044776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5593736238415044776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5593736238415044776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5593736238415044776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/feels-like-crap.html' title='Feels like Crap.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-851264877831905432</id><published>2008-12-08T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:35:01.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Aimst Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey everyone, I'm back to Aimst again. Term 3 is starting and it's my final term, which means I have another three months plus for my finals and then say goodbye to FIS and hello degree programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one week holiday is too short for me. Well, not exactly one week, I went back to KL on Monday, came back to Aimst yesterday (Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get to do much with friends back in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Except for some activities like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy's dinner at Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper at Kuan's with Arika and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLCC with Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petaling Street with Arika and Eunice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Risata with Jason, Suet Mei, Vivian and Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar Malam at Pandan Indah with Dad and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavillion for a movie night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more! It ain't enough for me. You get the feeling of being lost and wanting to stay in campus when you arrived in KL for the first few days, but as your time of going back to campus comes nearer, you get the homesick feeling. I don't know how to explain this properly. I think only those who study away from home would know what I mean (and I &lt;strong&gt;don't mean&lt;/strong&gt; those who stay in Subang but return to Ampang every weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a few movies here. I should have brought back to Aimst with me Mamamia and some other DVDs my sis got. And I &lt;strong&gt;watched Twilight for three times&lt;/strong&gt; already! I don't care, I'm watching it again and I won't get bored of it. I just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving my campus, I unpacked (I don't like this part), and cleaned up the room a lil'. Didn't eat dinner as I lost my appetite. Did my devotion and then slept at 9.30pm all the way till this morning at 8.40am. I know Sandave called me in between to wake me up but I slept off. Couldn't help it. Both my roommates are still sleeping. I didn't go down for breakfast. I'm starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll go make myself some noodles after this. Hopefully when Sandave, Gordon and Sri comes back I'll not be as bored as I am now. Love you all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277270933354582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STyh9CYYE6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/2ezmqe3dh8I/s320/DSC04229.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Got this pic from Jason's blog. The old high school mates. Miss you guys! (La Risata Restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-851264877831905432?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/851264877831905432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=851264877831905432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/851264877831905432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/851264877831905432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-aimst-again.html' title='Back To Aimst Again.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STyh9CYYE6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/2ezmqe3dh8I/s72-c/DSC04229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8196449277207349448</id><published>2008-12-04T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:33:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want More Holidays~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do I feel like my off days just swipe past me like the wind which just blow past your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's never gonna be enough. Aimst Matriculation holidays will never be enough. Consider the fact that we only get a week off after every major exam. Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday was a good time out with Eunice at KLCC. I watched Twilight for the second time and I just bought the DVD. I'm just too into that movie (more of into the guy). And then there's Timothy's dinner at Midvalley. Ate at Co-do Vietnam restaurant. Visited Jee Yann and his job at the Convention hall for Dutch Lady - Effective learning for kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795268344024882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdj2B1VDzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8W5zZKDAIlk/s320/DSC03303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have two big kids playing dough here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795280160296498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdj2t2jDjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bGDT-1fu2g4/s320/DSC03306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How nice... If only we have these when we were young. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795259133336402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdj1fhVG1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/veyUKDGwDhY/s320/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cute! I call this the car-bed. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275801534336531810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdpiweW_WI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OksPVdmovJc/s320/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which would you pick, the Bigger Bear or the smaller bear? Sorry King! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795283944284530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdj278uIXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/er6MQCegRmQ/s320/DSC03308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cuteeeee!!! Alvin's gonna love this! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798704484247218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdm-Cc_5rI/AAAAAAAAAdw/W7nJBVUlAHE/s320/DSC03310.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was my Spicy spicy chilli soup. Yum Yumm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798716771009682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdm-wOZBJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UUoR9MjHT0A/s320/DSC00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lookin' and tastin' good huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798734554558866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdm_yeUcZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Yq-kNJtvUP0/s320/DSC00305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long stretch of tables and FOOD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798705781692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdm-HSVV9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/HZHdwwigqA4/s320/DSC03312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas tree at Midvalley - pretty =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798715278765778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdm-qqnLtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/c_i40wRecbo/s320/DSC03315.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday what a coincidence - After Jusco, I went to Times Square and bummed into Ming Han and Calvin Goh. Not bad eh? All the way from Penang. And then I took Arika out for supper at Kuan's Coffee Shop. She made me spill out my dirty little secrets. Good job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies to catch&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Boltz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mamamia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How to Lose Friends and Allienate People&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Twilight (again!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Love Guru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV Series to catch : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gossip Girl (Season 2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All seasons of Heroes (I'm watching it again)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whatever Taiwan and Hong Kong series my sis downloaded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Catch you guys later k! Have a good day. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Milo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8196449277207349448?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8196449277207349448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8196449277207349448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8196449277207349448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8196449277207349448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-more-holidays.html' title='I Want More Holidays~~'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/STdj2B1VDzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8W5zZKDAIlk/s72-c/DSC03303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-477665035996279974</id><published>2008-12-01T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:38:04.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 Finished. Holidays Now.</title><content type='html'>I just returned to KL from Aimst. Exams are done for now. The papers were okay. Managed to get through them by God's grace. But I'm kinda worried for Biology and Maths. And it's gonna take one month for us to know our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping for more than 3 hours for the past 14 days. I thought I'd crash on my bed when I open my room door, but I figured that I'd wait till dinner time to eat my favourite homecook dish - kicap pork leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have plans with Eunice and Arika tomorrow. Not sure bout' Xiow Wei and Suet Mei. But I'm gonna go out for Yum Cha session with them soon. And then there's Timothy's dinner tomorrow night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will catch up with you guys soon. Gonna go watch a movie now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-477665035996279974?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/477665035996279974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=477665035996279974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/477665035996279974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/477665035996279974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/12/term-2-finished-holidays-now.html' title='Term 2 Finished. Holidays Now.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7827486525503067047</id><published>2008-11-13T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:06:58.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams... Stressed...</title><content type='html'>Exams are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have around one week left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the last week of my second semester lecture. And then the next will be my study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't going back to KL for study week like I did for last semester. Mom won't let me. And I'm kinda lazy and don't have the mood to travel the long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed. Really really stressed. I went for a jog yesterday right after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to read up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how to get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it's been long since I last talked to You. I always fall fast asleep once I close my eyes. The next morning is always a rush. Please forgive me. Please stay with me. Don't let go off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging this at the library. Managed to complete around 50 questions of Chemistry. I have 10 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7827486525503067047?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7827486525503067047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7827486525503067047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7827486525503067047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7827486525503067047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-stressed.html' title='Exams... Stressed...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5570346746859895195</id><published>2008-10-26T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:48:37.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only an hour to go and then there's Deepavali. I want to wish all my friends out there who are celebrating a Happy Deepavali and pleasant holidays. I'm actually missing some of you from Aimst here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wasting a lot of time here. I brought my Biology and Chemistry back for some revision but those books are still in the bag. I've been going out, out and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday - Sunway Pyramid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday - Bukit Bintang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday - Church and Tesco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sleep more, like spend the rest of the day at home just snoring away. Well, I've been eating a lot. And I think I'm going to have a slight difficulty in fitting in my jeans. So, Sandave and Gordon, please make sure I exercise back in campus k? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Monday) will be my RBS reunion! I'm dying to see my fellow RBS friends. Although I know that the number of people turning up for reunions are getting less and less. But hey, at least I get to see some of you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of people la. My AGC friends, RBS friends, school buddies, etc. And I'm particularly missing a SNAIL here. And also the owner of Aldo. You guys know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got photos here. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482620156431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SQSKkQZQzdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LEMdI-PqmE8/s320/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Been really busy with our English assessment work. Study area the whole week every night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482913479770914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SQSK1VG_wyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ulsUTxdqyok/s320/DSC03241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I do have my fun times as well. Typical Penang food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482626858943474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SQSKkpXRA_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/4gNWLZebCM0/s320/12102008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;One shot taken by Sri on top of a rock at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482615843893858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SQSKkAVEsmI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ARw4ZcJ-GXQ/s320/DSC03254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I craze over this Cheesy baked spagetti with chicken chop at Food &amp;amp; Tea, Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly, &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5570346746859895195?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5570346746859895195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5570346746859895195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5570346746859895195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5570346746859895195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SQSKkQZQzdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LEMdI-PqmE8/s72-c/DSC03250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3634245374869054983</id><published>2008-10-24T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:54:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally home! And it seemed like a really long time since I last came back. I really miss KL so so much. Yeah... Well, that's what I always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached KL around evening yesterday. Didn't have time to blog as I was really sleepy and tired. I'm having some weird rash beneath my right eye. It looks like someone just gave me a punch. I had no idea how it came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went out for some shopping at Sunway Pyramid today. Kinda disappointed cuz' I didn't get to buy myself a pair of jeans and a black jacket which I wanted so much. Was running out of time and I only got to reach home around 9pm ++. Thanks so much for the great traffic jam. Ahh... Come on, it's KL. What is KL without traffic jam? Okay I'm sounding really "ulu" and lame now. Hey, you can't blame me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Bukit Bintang tomorrow. Meeting up with Alice and hopefully I get to buy the things which I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a list of things which I really wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Canon Power Shot E1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scientific calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An external hard drive (I really want this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prom dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An iPod Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much movies to catch. And so much to do. I wanna catch up with Gossip Girl. I'm getting addicted to it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3634245374869054983?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3634245374869054983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3634245374869054983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3634245374869054983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3634245374869054983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1414625332914639133</id><published>2008-10-13T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:20:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside Down.</title><content type='html'>I didn't know that whatever I experienced last night is now having a huge impact on me. To the extend that I couldn't get up from bed. Depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm undergoing depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever I have done cannot be blammed by anyone else but myself. It's just me, myself and I. My fault. Everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could cause someone to cry. I caused someone to cry before 3 years ago. And now history is repeating itself. I'm feeling very guilty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girl out there in PJ called me names. God knows what she's calling me - only Gordon knows. And yet he said that I don't have the rights to hate her just cuz' I don't know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough that I agree with you. I don't have the rights to hate her and am not in the position to do so. And why would I hate her anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're reading this, Gordon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me that I don't have the rights to hate her, but what makes YOU think that SHE has the rights to call me names? She doesn't even know me. And she doesn't even know MY side of the story. She's not even here to witness the whole thing that has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I've done totally screwed things up including my own life. But that doesn't mean that she can just simply call me all sorts and disrespect me. It's just between ME AND YOU. NOT HER. SHE DOESN'T KNOW ME, REMEMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want anwers. I want solutions. Why does every little thing will eventually turn up to be so complicated? It's all my fault... Everything is my fault... I screw things up... I'm always at fault... I'm running dry... I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1414625332914639133?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1414625332914639133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1414625332914639133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1414625332914639133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1414625332914639133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/10/upside-down.html' title='Upside Down.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3189669984120206344</id><published>2008-10-11T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:16:32.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished with Term 2 Quiz.</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm done with the second term quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad actually. Spent the whole one week of Raya holidays in campus. For the intention to study. However, it failed. Ended up sleeping and playing around. But hey, not a bad thing at all cuz' I got to get closer with some friends who stayed here with me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 subjects. Biology, Chemistry, Physics and Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with Physics. Overall the paper was okay. Thank God I bothered to do Ms. Amelia's tutorial questions. Otherwise I wouldn't have known how to tackle the questions. Got back the results anyway. Got an A+ for it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Chemistry. The paper was easy. But the darn thing is, I accidently used the wrong formula for one question. Well, it was the right formula but written wrongly. A very careless mistake made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be "&lt;em&gt;ln k&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; - ln k&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;but silly me! I wrote "&lt;em&gt;ln k&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; - ln k&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/em&gt;Yikes! 4 marks gone just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Biology. It wasn't that easy and it wasn't that hard. Last two questions, I didn't really put in effort though. Regretting it. From now onwards, I gotta read my notes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mathematics was the last paper. Well, it was pretty much easy. Thank you, Gordon, for helping me out the night before. But there was one question of differential calculas, which I wasn't really sure of the simplification. Cuz' it turned out to be really complicated towards the end. Oh well, I wanna thank God for taking away my anxiety. I always panic whenever I sit for Maths exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 hours of Maths class today. After returning from class, I slept throughout till around 4pm. And also Gordon woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be searching for some stuff for the English project. Guess I'd better get going. See you around peepz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3189669984120206344?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3189669984120206344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3189669984120206344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3189669984120206344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3189669984120206344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/10/finished-with-term-2-quiz.html' title='Finished with Term 2 Quiz.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3875719425278224952</id><published>2008-09-30T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:12:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining during the Holidays.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging in my room now. Listening to Mr. Brightside by The Killers. Well, I haven't been seeing bright sky for two days. It has been raining since yesterday. And the campus looks very... sad and gloomy. No life. Except for the annoying security guards who have nothing better to do but to pick on us. One day they're gonna get some whacking from me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon woke me up at 6.30am today. I hesitated to get up and then Sandave called me again to wake me up. And then there was the fire alarm which got activated accidently. And it was so annoying. I was contemplating on the bed whether or not I should run. But then, I got up anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, the apartment was really dirty. So I decided to clean up the whole place (except for the bathroom cuz' it was okay). I saw ants, swept them away and then scrubbed the kitchen counter clean. Swept the floor and rearranged the shoes. Then I arranged the kettles and utensils on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower after all those cleaning. Then I called mom cuz' I missed her all of a sudden. The Internet was kinda down a while ago but then I got it repaired. Decided to blog and then kill time with Biology till lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe just smsed asking whether I will be free tonight for a cell group dinner. Yeap! Of course I'm free! Finally... GOOD FOOD! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the cafeteria food have been very sucky especially during the holidays. Except for the Nasi Lemak which they serve every Monday and Thursday morning. I don't have much appetite but I'm always hungry. I don't know how to explain that. Please don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3875719425278224952?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3875719425278224952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3875719425278224952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3875719425278224952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3875719425278224952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/raining-during-holidays.html' title='Raining during the Holidays.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1768848695807141546</id><published>2008-09-29T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:56:54.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at the Library.</title><content type='html'>This whole week is holiday for me. But I chose not to return to KL. Spending my entire week here in this boring place called Sg. Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go back because since Term 2 I've been returning to KL quite often. And everytime I come back to Aimst, I feel very homesick. And that feeling is very sickening. I hold back my tears from crying. And I try controlling myself from vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test next week. Although Physics test is over, but next week there's Biology, Chemistry and Mathematics. And I am so weak in Chemistry, I need time to brush up everything I could. I know if I return to KL, I won't be able to revise everything on time. And screwing up Term 2 like I did in Term 1 is the LAST thing I'd like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% of the campus is empty. Which means, I have all the space I want. My roommates are all gone, which means I have the whole room to myself. I make full use of the library in the morning. And I am being very independent here because I do everything alone. Although Sandave, Gordon, Rajes, Loghes and Ravin are here for me. I feel so much better being in an empty campus because less eyes are watching you and less mouths to gossip about you. The feeling of relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me so many times to go back but I still chose to stay. Until she got kinda mad at me. Mom and Dad don't trust me. They think that I am going to fool around this whole week and not study. They thought that I would go elsewhere for my own little luxurious holiday. They think that I'd rather spend my time here with friends than to go back to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that your parents don't trust you. Well, they never did anyway. Till this age I'm still not allowed to sleepover at a friend's house. A church friend's house. What is that? They think that I'll do stupid things. Erm, FYI, I'm 18 years old. Studying in a University. And if I try talking to them, we end up debating, furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying. I'll show them. I'll show them that I'm here to study. And I am not here for holiday. Where is there to go on a holiday in Sg. Petani? Village Mall? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your prayers... I've been very weak lately. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinking Back Tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Milo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1768848695807141546?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1768848695807141546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1768848695807141546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1768848695807141546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1768848695807141546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging-at-library.html' title='Blogging at the Library.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5334681434563933807</id><published>2008-09-20T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:41:40.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a nice Saturday. Well, not exactly a typical Saturday because I have classes today. Replacement classes for the Hari Raya holiday. I'm glad that it's gonna rain later (I think), because it hasn't been raining for the past week and the weather was really hot and stuffy. Even in Sg. Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just Jenny and I in the room. Jenny's busy studying for her upcoming exams. And I just finished lunch and decided to be in the room for the day (unless I have the urge to work out in the gym later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been sick this whole week. Actually it got worse when I came back from KL on Mon suday. Yeap, I was back in KL last weekend to attend my grandma's 90th birthday dinner. Didn't really have much time to call friends out. Plus, I ain't feeling well at all after stepping foot on KL ground. Didn't even get to attend church. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure what am I going to do tonight. Watched The Lord Of The Rings last night. Was supposed to play a game of Spin-The-Bottle, but that plan was blown off. Sandave and Rashdip went out. Raaj was no where to be seen. And today morning and afternoon I was blown off, again, by Gordon, for breakfast and lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What am I? A feather? I don't wanna get mad la wei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984763599949922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SNSWVmUJkGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4kGxU2qB0Pg/s320/DSCN3186.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma's Birthday Cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984773239592034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SNSWWKOa1GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BmMjW1m2B8M/s320/DSCN3179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984768881779954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SNSWV5_b5PI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1QxVzuDAg-o/s320/DSCN3222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247984769809625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SNSWV9cpsVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qcZDIaWtvb0/s320/DSCN3202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my grandma. (She's 90 already)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Being a Feather,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5334681434563933807?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5334681434563933807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5334681434563933807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5334681434563933807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5334681434563933807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/unltitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SNSWVmUJkGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4kGxU2qB0Pg/s72-c/DSCN3186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1755850140107566806</id><published>2008-09-08T04:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:55:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Indian Night.</title><content type='html'>Mega Cultural Night was on Saturday night. Or shall I call it "Mega Indian Night" instead. No offense. But admit it. Majority of the programme was in Tamil, which I do not understand. I think the best performance was by the June 2008 batch. And also the Chinese drum performance. Overall I didn't quite enjoy it. I think it was kinda boring. Only got to enjoy some of the Hindi modern dance. It ain't cultural at all. The audience was rather disappointng as well. Spent RM 10 for the dumb ticket. Could have sold it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still... I was so glad that I got to sit beside him. Even if it was only for a while, although I wished the moment would never end. I know it doesn't really matter to him. Cuz' he doesn't care. He never cared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384166070646370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMQ-Hk-MdmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dMFr1Lbqkj0/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384157870246082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMQ-HGbESMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/o-8i3fWPkCY/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384168766512402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMQ-HvA8HRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CT0im0xfTlo/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith wannabees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384160898881810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMQ-HRtJmRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GGI44ivRD7M/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Malay and Indian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384162081590194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMQ-HWHIS7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/NuysdAOwCp0/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Sandave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Misses him,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1755850140107566806?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1755850140107566806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1755850140107566806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1755850140107566806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1755850140107566806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/mega-indian-night.html' title='Mega Indian Night.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMQ-Hk-MdmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dMFr1Lbqkj0/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2746200554589671633</id><published>2008-09-05T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:38:58.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cried...</title><content type='html'>I cried last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried in front of Sangeeta and Gordon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I got to know what was going on behind my back all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know why you seem so cold. Now I know why you seem to avoid me. Now I know that you ain't sincere anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea... You have no idea at all what I was feeling and going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made your own assumptions. And just letting it be like that. The impression of your friends around you on me totally screwed up. And you don't even bother to get to know the truth in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am happy and glad and more than willing to be friends again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn back time. Turn back to the time when we first met during the Orientation week. Remember the fun times we used to have together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just forget what we went through and just be good friends. The one I used to hang out with in the cafe. The one I used to laugh and slap high five with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to see you smile again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to see myself smile again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242482199274468178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMEJyM0QM1I/AAAAAAAAATw/zr3pbS19yVE/s320/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleeding Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2746200554589671633?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2746200554589671633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2746200554589671633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2746200554589671633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2746200554589671633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cried.html' title='I Cried...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SMEJyM0QM1I/AAAAAAAAATw/zr3pbS19yVE/s72-c/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6860034544479410863</id><published>2008-08-31T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:20:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the Merdeka Weekends.</title><content type='html'>I'm back again in KL. Got on the bus on Friday evening (waited for an hour for it). Watched The Omen on the way. Then reached KL around 9 plus at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't call my friends out. Wanted to hang out with Arika at the Cheese Naan mamak opposite Ampang Point but she was sick. So now I'm all alone in the living hall. Nothing better to do. I have work from uni. But nah... Too lazy to touch. Except for my English Log. Otherwise it wouldn't be fair to my fellow group members at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pudu to eat the famous Pudu Fish-Head. And I'm so in love with it until now. I so wanna eat it again, this time with my uni friends. And then, to Nichii Fashion City. Not much options though. I saw a really nice black cardigan. Then again, I needed to save up for a pair of good jeans and a digital camera. In the end, I didn't buy a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing a lot of people here actually. Sandave, Sangeeta, Gordon, Srinivas, Chellam, Loghes, Ravin, Clement and the rest of the gang. Great, I'm back here in KL and I'm missing you guys back in Aimst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, will be going to Bukit Tinggi, Pahang tomorrow right after Morning Worship at church. Timothy's organizing it. And around 25 of us are going. So I'm just gonna chill there. Together with the rest of the gang. Finally something fun to look forward to. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to Aimst on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-6860034544479410863?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6860034544479410863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6860034544479410863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6860034544479410863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6860034544479410863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-merdeka-weekends.html' title='Just for the Merdeka Weekends.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8715337767702126780</id><published>2008-08-24T05:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:48:07.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's 5.09am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss my holidays a lot. I think I had fun during my one night Genting trip. My dad got myself and sis two tickets to watch Dreamz. A magic + acrobatic show. You know, the usual head cutting and body cutting and the best part was, the WHITE TIGER. What a beauty. Too bad they do not allow cameras inside the theatre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237830990321708338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SLCDiNOobTI/AAAAAAAAATI/7lwdLjvFWk4/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237830991474638690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SLCDiRhgv2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ILnqF_tfsws/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I was glad that we ate supper at this place. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now that I am back in Aimst, Term 2 has just started. I felt a bit lost, honestly speaking. Not as in studies, as in, I felt myself being lost. Perhaps I wasn't getting used to it. But I've been in Aimst for a few months already. I am already used to it! Oh well, recently there was Mr. Mogan (Maths Lecturer)'s son's wedding. And my class, along with B5 and B7 were invited. I had fun. Especially dressing up in Punjabi suit again. I'm gonna get myself my own one, if I get to go to Masjid Jamek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237830994001049234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SLCDia72tpI/AAAAAAAAATg/HPnv1kJFOA8/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After dressing up at Thurini's hostlel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237830993270879842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SLCDiYNxNmI/AAAAAAAAATY/lga-LvhA2rk/s320/DSC01379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That was the crowd. The picture of the ceremony were all in Ravin's phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237830996298946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SLCDijft1sI/AAAAAAAAATo/bGo5FnolLQU/s320/DSC01312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that was a very last minute picture. Took this just before the bus arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why am I not asleep seeing that it's already past 5 in the morning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8715337767702126780?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8715337767702126780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8715337767702126780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8715337767702126780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8715337767702126780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-its-509am.html' title='And it&apos;s 5.09am.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SLCDiNOobTI/AAAAAAAAATI/7lwdLjvFWk4/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8124604063829886724</id><published>2008-08-14T12:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:45:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Day Out with Uni Friends.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Sri took me to his TAR College to visit some of his friends. Thought I could use the time to visit some of my good ol' long time no see friends. I got to meet Xiow Wei, But she had to rush for lectures so she couldn't stay with me long. Then there was Wei-Liem. And he was the only one who could stay with me cuz' he had a long break before his next lecture. So he took me around and around the huge campus. No doubt that Aimst University is a more beautiful campus *coughs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPAheX2ikI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZIHCigR-38w/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234238873255971394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPAheX2ikI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZIHCigR-38w/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But hey, I like the way how cozy and comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is in TARC. The environment is so much more different than what I experience in Uni. Then again, I guess it must be the whole crap comparisson between college and uni. I didn't get to meet Mabel, Kelso, Jethro and Sharonne. That was so sad. However I got to meet Cheng Wen and Marcus (after such a long time!). Sri and I had to leave anyways. Then off Sri drove all the way to Midvalley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Raj-Chellam, Siva and Gordon. Went for a simple lunch at the Food Junction and I had this Korean Kim Chi Ramyun which I have been craving for a very long time but it turned out to taste sweet. I didn't really enjoy that. The best is still the old Korean Restaurant beside the Taiwan Noodles House at Ampang Point. Anways, we bought tickets to watch a 3-D Journey To The Centre Of The Earth movie which costs RM17 per ticket. Not worth it I suppose. The movie was okay, but the 3-D effect was a norm. Pets Wonderland and Toys R Us totally brought us to the childish side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Siva and Sri left us, Raj-Chellam, Gordon and I decided to catch another movie at The Curve. We got into Cineleisure Damansara for the movie tickets but sadly time just didn't permit us to watch Mummy 3, No fair! I so wanted to watch that movie. So off we went about walking and lepak-ing around the place. We had dinner at Vivo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242623525177474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPD7xNtSII/AAAAAAAAASg/JvAjgAH-I3w/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That was my Cheesy Spagetti Bolognaise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242625749688002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPD75gEnsI/AAAAAAAAASY/4A6oYLXl2Hg/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gordon and his Meat Ball Bolognaise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPAheX2ikI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZIHCigR-38w/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242627679369874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPD8AsJOpI/AAAAAAAAASo/0lYd5aN2ko4/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ciprus Fruit Juice tastes really good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242630591634194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPD8Lie2xI/AAAAAAAAASw/Wu_PPx0YoY0/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just loved the effect of the blue light shining up by the sidewalk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235295013242265394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKeBE6at3zI/AAAAAAAAATA/vPOMrA0Ldgc/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got to see Chellam's Veena! How gorgeous it looks. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242632118390130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPD8ROfTXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SJ6J10N5bo4/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bubba Gump! Inspired by the movie Forest Gump. And I'm soooo gonna give it a try the next time I come to The Curve. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8124604063829886724?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8124604063829886724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8124604063829886724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8124604063829886724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8124604063829886724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/08/whole-day-out-with-uni-friends.html' title='Whole Day Out with Uni Friends.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKPAheX2ikI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZIHCigR-38w/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8282605139185093011</id><published>2008-08-11T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:18:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Finished... Term One Over... I'm back in KL.</title><content type='html'>I still couldn't believe that Term 1 is over. Seems like it's just a few weeks away from Orientation. Well guys, I'm typing this post in my very own house in KL. Yupe, I'm back! But just for one week. I have three semesters for this programme. Each semester has about 4 months. And each semester has only ONE WEEK BREAK. Sucky isn't it? They just want to finish up the syllabus quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm back. Sorry for not updating for so long. I'm just done with Term 1's exam. I don't think I did well. I thought I could do better. If only I put a little bit more effort in it. I can do better, I know I can. But I did not know why the papers didn't give me enough time to finish. Chemistry was tough, even for the Form 6 leavers who are taking my programme. Kalei said it was okay, that's because she's damn good at that subject. Chemistry was never okay for me. I didn't sleep the night before the paper. Stressing over only 4 long winded chapters. Flunk it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology Section A and B was tough. Mathematics was pretty much okay I guess. As for Physics, I was supposed to stay up the whole night before the paper, but i ended up sleeping for 4 hours with my table lamp still switched on. I didn't get to finish the paper due to lack of time. How great was that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold me accountable, Term 2 no more fooling around. I've learnt this very important lesson. Most of my friends are facing it too. Say No to Procrastination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have one week break, and time flies when you're having fun. Planning... Planning... How am I going to spend this few precious days of mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233227834976074258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAo_TRvehI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6IDXKb5HTR4/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Transcription and Translation Project. (Translation wasn't complete yet)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233227840132961298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAo_mfPVBI/AAAAAAAAARI/9s4kapEUDoc/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you're hungry, everything will seem to taste good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233227846917001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAo__wrkYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-5UAkVbzcmw/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You won't have time to clean up your desk when exams are nearing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233228488018317266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAplUDJT9I/AAAAAAAAARg/65QGwOE26QA/s320/06052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cat which ate a bird. You can always see it lepak-ing around the cafeteria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233228488264420914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAplU90jjI/AAAAAAAAARY/d9WUa_rNb8s/s320/DSC00859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oops! You caught us sleeping in class. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233227840403046834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAo_nfogbI/AAAAAAAAARA/VPnCyoGzxBg/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Raj, our first customer in buying AMSA's first Ice-cream bun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233227839339792514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAo_jiIiII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VDhk0l0h-3M/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girls in Black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233228493591983890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAplo0AtxI/AAAAAAAAARo/tQng0jXWIas/s320/25072008105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the ground floor of the Library Building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233228495801631426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAplxC1QsI/AAAAAAAAARw/dr0jXmCQADU/s320/25072008107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clement, Raj and Chun Teik looking good in Indian traditional outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233228502646829058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKApmKi2sAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qpApLlUzs84/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My little sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233229808307104370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAqyKghanI/AAAAAAAAASA/OAYCzzweQFc/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my sister. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8282605139185093011?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8282605139185093011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8282605139185093011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8282605139185093011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8282605139185093011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams-finished-term-one-over-im-back-in.html' title='Exams Finished... Term One Over... I&apos;m back in KL.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SKAo_TRvehI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6IDXKb5HTR4/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6873947899305997837</id><published>2008-07-04T23:53:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:40:39.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey there I just borrowed this laptop from Shaun and yay... I can go online! I can't wait for my own to come to me by next week. Cuz' my parents are coming to take me to Penang for a stay and they're gonna bring me my laptop. I really hope they would, though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm... Life nowadays... Sometimes enjoyable. Sometimes not. I've been really frustrated lately. I've been distracted and I haven't been working hard as I am supposed to be. Too much drama happenning around. Welcome to the life of a KL girl stuck in Aimst University. I can have many nice people around me, but the ones close to you tend to be able to make you think otherwise. I would really appreciate some genuine people around here hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd really need some time management. Exam is coming up in a month's time and I'm still here and there. Oh come on, I wanna make it through Foundation. I ain't gonna fail. I ain't gonna repeat (that's the last thing I want). In campus, you can really enjoy with fun people around you. But at times you tend to feel emo and moody that you just wanna get out of this place and return to the city of Kuala Lumpur. It is now that I am beginning to appreciate KL so so much. I really miss that place of mine. So, for those of you in KL, APPRECIATE WHERE YOU ARE. Mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun were the times I went on a road trip to Ipoh with Srinivas, Sangeeta and Raj followed by Chun Teik when we picked him up in Penang. I love those moments because we get to get out of campus and Kedah!! Apparently all of us are from KL except for Chun Teik who's from Penang. I will never ever forget that fun trip. All sadness gone while we were hanging out. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun were the times where I went to a camp organized by the Chinese CF of Aimst. Two days one night in Bukit Larut, Taiping. Reminded me so much of RBS where we isolate ourselves from the flat land and be with God up in the hills with nice weather and beautiful scenery. I got to meet nice people and I love my groupmates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, a picture paints a thousand words. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192805762652002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5MNFHB12I/AAAAAAAAAPA/a4Z8VJfZVK8/s320/15062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193872694188386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5NLLvVGWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2i2xqc55CYU/s320/16062008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194652980460146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5N4miEunI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FGMvhP_rcuI/s320/16062008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193039360804754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5MarVKx5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fCf-PZ4ygwI/s320/15062008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219195524761685362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5OrWK6jXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QghEwucoCOA/s320/16062008(039).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194954446753890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5OKJlPUGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5PhbhH96iI/s320/16062008(037).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219196367152776866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5PcYUmhqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uLGr6ocknGk/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219196523302636914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5PleBoTXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8txrKXNZJGI/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219195886266770322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5PAY4cY5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/0Ixqi-X4Wv8/s320/29062008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219196191736169506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5PSK2BhCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GHAE2FXfVSY/s320/04072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219196815905303938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5P2gDirYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U61F7WFYBRY/s320/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219197123412927970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5QIZnEpeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YbVcaZpz0Zk/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219197387946085282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5QXzEsS6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XnH206LUIL0/s320/1_413529727l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219197550235667202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5QhPpiywI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4X5Ri_8KsmM/s320/1_283964998l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With lots of love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-6873947899305997837?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6873947899305997837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6873947899305997837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6873947899305997837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6873947899305997837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there.html' title='Hello There.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SG5MNFHB12I/AAAAAAAAAPA/a4Z8VJfZVK8/s72-c/15062008(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-971134035630884063</id><published>2008-06-07T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:45:56.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting to Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do have emo times in campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my times in KL and what's happening back in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How's everything and how's everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I kept in touch with friends in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys seemed to be so distant away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to "From The Inside Out" by Hillsongs, I thought of John Khor. Then comes RBS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when RBS comes into my mind, I almost wanted to burst out tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're all busy with our current lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not forget each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the good times we had with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me updated about everything alright you guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Kelso, for calling me the other night. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209087897626839554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SEpl2A3VigI/AAAAAAAAAOw/albMRg4sgQY/s320/DSC00089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209088341851044306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SEpmP3uo-dI/AAAAAAAAAO4/B7gq0NO8FKY/s320/DSC00106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jana, make sure you take care when you leave k? Miss ya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-971134035630884063?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/971134035630884063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=971134035630884063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/971134035630884063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/971134035630884063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanting-to-know.html' title='Wanting to Know...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SEpl2A3VigI/AAAAAAAAAOw/albMRg4sgQY/s72-c/DSC00089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5167012410522867785</id><published>2008-06-01T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:33:29.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without A Laptop.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for the past... erm... dunno how long. Life without a laptop can really suck. There is a Cyber Centre here at Aimst, but the connection ain't good at all. My laptop is sent back to KL for a fix. I think I can only get it back in a couple of months time. I'm using Leena's laptop now. And I can hardly go online due to my hectic lifestyle I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely have fun. Well, duh~ it's university. But hey, I'm only in Foundation. But still, I'm in class B9. And when you hear the name B9, what comes into your mind right away? I'll tell you, "homework" and "packed class schedule". Yes, we have hell lots of homework here which is endless. And our class schedule... famous for its crazy class hours, our breaks we have in between are 2 to 3 hours max. We end our lectures at 5pm everyday, except on Monday, we end at 6pm. I thought I was the only one complaining and whining over this problem, but it turns out that ALL OF MY CLASSMATES are whining over it too. I'm not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't go out to town, I'm usually studying, sleeping in the room or working out in the gym. I think I gained a lot of weight. Chips More is just so irresistable! And I've been drinking chocolate milk everyday. And taking supper. I love to go for Ramli Burgers at night. Haha. I don't think I'll be able to have a life here if it wasn't for my awesome friends around. Because I'm not in KL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all... Please don't think that this blog is dead. It will be dead when I announce it. And I gtg for dinner now. Love and God bless to all...! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Milo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5167012410522867785?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5167012410522867785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5167012410522867785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5167012410522867785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5167012410522867785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-without-laptop.html' title='Life Without A Laptop.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7916214696164090495</id><published>2008-05-03T16:57:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:10:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the Weekends.</title><content type='html'>First week of class just ended. Although on Thursdays was a public holiday (spent the whole day shopping at Tesco and Village Mall). Classes weren't so bad. Just that during Biology lecture I was extremely sleepy. And Physics is going to eat me up real soon. I think it's starting to eat me up already. I love breaks in between classes cuz' I can return to my hostel for a nap or &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; around in the library and anatomy museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate Mondays cuz' I have all the 5 subjects together in one whole day. And English is up till 6pm! What a drag. Monday blues. Beware. But I love Wednesdays and Thursdays. Breaks are just so long. Slowly getting along with the schedule but I haven't really plan my time in going to the sports complex after my lectures finish. Perhaps I need another week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming a hungry ghost here at Aimst. I'm homesick and I miss Mom's cooking so badly and Chinese food. I miss McD and the Taiwan Noodle House and Korean Restaurant at Ampang Point. Maggie Goreng here ain't as nice as the ones back in Ampang. As most of you guys know, I cut down rice and the food choices here are so little. So basically I don't get to eat much. Chips More and Milo are currently my best friend. After studying at the study room, I hang out very late in the cafeteria cuz' the study room closes at 11pm. They should let it go on till morning for the sake of us who studies till late. I really don't wanna starve myself and fall sick after that. But then again, I'm not the only one suffering with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda enjoyed this week a lot cuz' I get to go to the Anatomy Museum and also celebrate Siva's birthday when the clock strikes midnight. And seeing the guys work like mad till the break of dawn setting up the Science Fair For Yong Children (SFYC) event which was just held this morning. By order of the seniors. This week was also my first meeting with the Aimst Matriculation Student Association (AMSA) Board of Directors. Yeah, my first meeting as a deputy secretary, Roy (the secretary) already let me do most of the jottings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a few pics I managed to capture. I just didn't capture the SFYC event! What a waste because it was really nice and great. The kids were just soooo cute. They're from primary schools all over Sungai Petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196086696859555538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw1UhxyVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RCtDFv7pSbs/s320/DSC00039+(editted)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196087263795238626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw11hxyVuI/AAAAAAAAANA/HoIOdIkKc7I/s320/DSC00041+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poor baby. It used to be alive. Like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196088170033338098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw2qRxyVvI/AAAAAAAAANI/jRNs5fIhW8g/s320/DSC00055+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No joke. These are real dead bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196088947422418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw3XhxyVwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WPqNI4ynC9E/s320/DSC00059+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Real cadaver. The smell was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196096364830939058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw-HRxyV7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/5BKEBBzf3l8/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys wanted to act macho like the muscle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089428458755874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw3zhxyVyI/AAAAAAAAANg/CATahn_LKrw/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posing with our friend, Mr. Skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089767761172274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw4HRxyVzI/AAAAAAAAANo/fhqo1GX9Sus/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Mr. Skeleton and Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196090012574308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw4VhxyV0I/AAAAAAAAANw/hH-SagkSo_M/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me, Mr. Skeleton and Sangeeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196090223027705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw4hxxyV1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/IdJnkv9GMGE/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Posing with a REAL SKULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196090747013715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw5ARxyV2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/FVikeJbyF7c/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196091077726197618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw5ThxyV3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/_SBHnHM8cok/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Still contemplating whether to venture into this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196091490043058050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw5rhxyV4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/g3VickA5qEs/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The messy sight of my desk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196091794985736082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw59RxyV5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gR_rtAkN7hc/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chillin' out in Pizza Hut with my coursemates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196092224482465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw6WRxyV6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/C3gu_IR9RMc/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My dearest roommate Leena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7916214696164090495?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7916214696164090495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7916214696164090495' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7916214696164090495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7916214696164090495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-weekends.html' title='Finally the Weekends.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SBw1UhxyVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RCtDFv7pSbs/s72-c/DSC00039+(editted)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1325795908260432727</id><published>2008-04-29T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:38:18.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes Started in Uni.</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to blog last night but turned out that I didn't get to have the opportunity to do so. You might ask me if I was busy, well, I was not. Something terrible happenned to me last night. I don't think I wanna elaborate on the situation unless I tell you personally. But it was about threats. Not sure whether to call it ragging or not. I'd rather not mention about that. No mood to recall, and it made me burst out tears in front of my fellow uni friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started yesterday and for Monday, I have Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Maths and English all together crammed in one day. Yeah, Monday was one of the hectic days and I only got to have an hour break. But classes starts at 10am. So that I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the days except Tuesdays, time was kinda flexible cuz' I have long breaks in between. My class is held in the library building but I was really envious with Leena and some of the guys cuz' their classes are held in the medical faculty. Talk about being glamourous. There are nine science classes altogether (Foundation). I still meet up with Leena and the rest of the guys during dinner time and then we'll chat and chat and then study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gtg now as I have dinner to catch up with and studying to do after that in the study room. Air-cond! Love you guys in KL and other places. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1325795908260432727?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1325795908260432727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1325795908260432727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1325795908260432727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1325795908260432727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/classes-started-in-uni.html' title='Classes Started in Uni.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4896047494324481585</id><published>2008-04-27T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:14:57.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far My Life @ Aimst.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating for so long. There was no wi-fi here in the hostel, plus I was pretty busy with orientation for the past week. Since today's a Sunday, I have lots of free time but I do have some activities to catch up with later such as taking guitar lessons from Ain Hur and hanging around at the Sports Complex with Leena and Rajes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling down at Aimst, orientation began. There were 250 plus students for the April intake. So during orientation we were divided into 18 groups all together and I was in Group 13. What a great group! I just love my group members so much. The rules and regulations of Aimst are strict, dress codes are not like colleges back in KL. Besides talks in orientation, we had group presentations and performances. Mascort drawings, cultural practices, sketches, dances and singing. You name it. Orientation started at 8am and ended at 11pm for the past 3 days. Imagine how tired we were. But we still had the energy to go for a mamak session at the cafeteria till about 2am after the orientation. Just so you know, my group won 1st prize in the Cultural Melting Pot activity - we performed a combination of Malay, Chinese, Hindi and Punjabi dance. And we won first prize for it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me, Leena, Rajes, Siva, Prasaadz, Sandave and Shaun went over to Sungai Petani Central Square. We took the Aimst bus (sadly that was the last bus service) and it was a 25 minutes drive. There was Ampang Super Bowl at the top floor so we went bowling. I was so surprised and happy to win Sandave twice in a row. Well, cheated a bit la cuz' Rajes striked for me once. Hehe. Then we went to watch Forbidden Kingdom (at last!) and off we went to Old Town for lunch. The guys were actually shopping for mop sticks, insecticide, cleaning powder, toilet bowl brush and whatever stuff you can name for cleaning. Rajes and Siva looked so much like aunties getting all those. Laughed like mad when they forgot to pay at the counter. Had another mamak session till 1.30am when there was nothing else to do at the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a guitar lesson now by the library staircase. I'd better get going. I'll be back. Class will be starting tomorrow. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peepz. Miss and love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4896047494324481585?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4896047494324481585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4896047494324481585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4896047494324481585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4896047494324481585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-far-my-life-aimst.html' title='So Far My Life @ Aimst.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4131959310941216797</id><published>2008-04-21T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:02:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day @ Aimst.</title><content type='html'>Indeed today is my first day here at Aimst University. So now I am officially a University Girl. Took about 2 hours to travel from Penang down to Sg. Petani. Reached the campus before 12pm and started the registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been to the campus last month, but I realised just today that the campus is actually so huge! Even the distance between the Great Admin Hall and the student's cafeteria is about the same as from my house to Ampang Point. Not to mention the sports complex. Huge! I just love the gym, the Yoga room, the Dance room and all the other courts and swimming pool you can name it. There is just no bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the procedure, and then there was parents' orientation. And I got an Aimst T-shirt, handbook and my own LAB COAT!! I was like, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to the female's hostel after that to settle everything down. I applied for the package of 2 person per room. But due to some circumstances, all we new students were put into 4 person per room. Including me, of course. And it's gonna take a while for me to switch to my permanent room. I am certainly not happy with the bathroom. We live in an apartment of three rooms. I just hope that Aimst would renovate it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be my orientation day and orientation is gonna be a week long. Formal wearing tomorrow, and there's gonna be an oath ceremony. CF at Aimst is every Wednesday night. And church is every Friday night. Praise the Lord that I got to meet some of the CF-going people around here. Met up with Shaun from PJ Evangelical Free Church and he was the one showing me around. My roommate, Leena from Johor. And some other seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New environment. New adaptations. Everything new. I think I'll be returning to KL after 4 months. I think I'm feeling a little homesick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4131959310941216797?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4131959310941216797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4131959310941216797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4131959310941216797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4131959310941216797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-day-aimst.html' title='My First Day @ Aimst.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4024930022120006711</id><published>2008-04-18T02:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:41:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Pasar Malam Outing.</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;cell group&lt;/span&gt; (Chain Reaction) organised a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pasar Malam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;outing&lt;/span&gt; just in time before I leave. And to tell you the truth, it was my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first time being in Ampang Mewah Pasar Malam&lt;/span&gt;. Although it's so near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A very big thank you to : - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jeff Mun - for organising this outing and arranging transport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Joanne - for organising this outing and planning out everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hui Cheng - for accompanying me to Times Square for shopping and then to this outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ooi Tong - for calling the whole ARBS gang over to give me a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jason - for fetching me and offering me your car to drive (although I didn't).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Calvin - for fetching Hui Cheng and I to the Pasar Malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;James Tan - for turning up after ffk-ing last year's camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Keng Lik - for the lifts that you gave me and also the mystery that you left for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ching Ai - for joining us in this outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ghai Yan - for being so much more "leng chai" now and making my face red. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Soon - for turning up for the first time because I've never met you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The other ARBS gang - for turning up and hanging out with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The other AGC peepz who turned up - for the great time we had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;weren't enough food choices&lt;/span&gt; for me. So I ended up eating &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;kaya balls and my favourite Pasar Malam food - "Lok Lok".&lt;/span&gt; Yeah,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; James Tan, Jason and I ate till we turned red&lt;/span&gt;. And&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Keng Lik was just standing there, watching and enjoying the sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;w, while sipping his soya bean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the whole ARBS gang, Hui Cheng and I went over to Old Town in Ampang Waterfront&lt;/span&gt;. I was really glad that we hung out actually. It's been long since I last saw them and now I'm gonna leave them. I was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy and had great fun but sad and depressed at the same time&lt;/span&gt;. Guess I was having an &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;emotional battle inside&lt;/span&gt;. I really had fun. I really cherished the time. Not to mention that some of us &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;grew up together in Lai Meng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190282601964201890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SAeWhvX3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/37ebF6ERJJE/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S : Thanks guys, for the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; drink and the Lok Lok that you paid for me&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4024930022120006711?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4024930022120006711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4024930022120006711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4024930022120006711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4024930022120006711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonderful-pasar-malam-outing.html' title='Wonderful Pasar Malam Outing.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SAeWhvX3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/37ebF6ERJJE/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3021501370660219682</id><published>2008-04-16T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:30:12.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Thing I Want This Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;These days&lt;/span&gt;... I felt as if I've been in a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;torture chamber&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Emotionally&lt;/span&gt;. When I am &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, I tend to be extra emotional, than before. It's not like this happens everytime. It's just, these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me, I'd answer no. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;No, it's not about me leaving home&lt;/span&gt;. That wasn't the main reason of all these crap. I may&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; appear to be normal in front of you&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm telling ya I &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;don't feel so good&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing has been &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bugging &lt;/span&gt;me. Day and night. In the beginning it was so delightful. But when time passes by, and when I slowly realise the &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;true story behind it&lt;/span&gt;, cut me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there's a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;wound in the heart&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;deep &lt;/span&gt;wound. Or a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;scar&lt;/span&gt;. Call it whatever you like. But suppose it's a wound. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just recovering&lt;/span&gt;. And then you just&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; take a knife and stab it again&lt;/span&gt;. The wound &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;bursts open&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;fountain of blood&lt;/span&gt;. The wound just getting bigger. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Deeper&lt;/span&gt;. More serious. More &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I always the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;victim&lt;/span&gt;? Having this wound that would &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;never get a chance to recover completely&lt;/span&gt;? Why must I always &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bleed&lt;/span&gt;? I felt as if my heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing. This wound is just so&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sickening&lt;/span&gt;. Blood keeps leaking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you just&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; give me a break&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Stop stabbing&lt;/span&gt; my heart over and over again. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It wouldn't hurt to tell me what you're actually thinking, right&lt;/span&gt;? Right? Is that so &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189518565936949138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SATfo_X3Z5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/VVXFwRJB-kE/s320/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleeding Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3021501370660219682?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3021501370660219682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3021501370660219682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3021501370660219682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3021501370660219682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-thing-i-want-this-week.html' title='The Last Thing I Want This Week.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SATfo_X3Z5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/VVXFwRJB-kE/s72-c/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3855924207640088648</id><published>2008-04-14T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:41:53.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Idea What Title to Put.</title><content type='html'>Doctor said I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;... I've got &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; what to stress about. Perhaps the whole &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;leaving home thingy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Praise God&lt;/span&gt; that my &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;swelling eye&lt;/span&gt; is slowly&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; recovering&lt;/span&gt;. Right now it looks&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; way better&lt;/span&gt; than before. And my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;flu &lt;/span&gt;is getting better as well. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Thank you, Lord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday during morning worship&lt;/span&gt;, I was so &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uncle Allan&lt;/span&gt; asked me to come out and&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; announced&lt;/span&gt; my departure. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The whole church prayed for me&lt;/span&gt;. I was really, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt;. There was a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Postal Bible Quiz&lt;/span&gt; after that actually. I planned to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ponteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because I &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;didn't study&lt;/span&gt; for it. But by &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;God's grace&lt;/span&gt;, I managed to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sit down and do&lt;/span&gt; that quiz. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went over to the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;PC fair&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah, Mun Foong and David&lt;/span&gt;. You know, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt; of the fair, soooo many people around. With my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lack of sleep and tiredness&lt;/span&gt;, I nearly wanted to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt; that I made earlier :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Headphones&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Sony Ericsson Earplugs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;MP3 Earplugs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;1 GB SD Memory Card&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Laptop Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; didn't strike out were those I didn't manage to get&lt;/span&gt;. And I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;didn't know that my dad had bought a 1 GB SD Memory Card earlier&lt;/span&gt;. So now I have a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;spare&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wasted&lt;/span&gt; my money. Could have used it to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;buy the laptop skin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, sis and I baked a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;puding cake for mom's birthday&lt;/span&gt;. But truthfully, I was&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; terribly exhausted&lt;/span&gt; from the day. Considering that I woke up at&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 7am&lt;/span&gt; that morning. But the night was fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday again, mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All the best for those who are having exams&lt;/span&gt;. You know who you are. *wink* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189123334456436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SAN4LfX3Z4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/R-2rvwmYfTU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3855924207640088648?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3855924207640088648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3855924207640088648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3855924207640088648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3855924207640088648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-idea-what-title-to-put.html' title='No Idea What Title to Put.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/SAN4LfX3Z4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/R-2rvwmYfTU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6150500544709495114</id><published>2008-04-11T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:56:22.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could This Be The Last Time?</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go to the clinic this morning to check my chest X-ray. Plus my right eye was pretty much infected. So called "bengkak". I've been suffering for this swollen eye thingy since three days back. And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like plans didn't go accordingly, Ser Xiow Wei and Ng Wei-Liem ffk-ed me last night. We were supposed to go to the PC fair @ KLCC. But they ffk-ed me. And my mom ffk-ed me as well. She wasn't free to bring me to the clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to Midvalley to meet up with Sarah and Evelyn. When I arrived there, they were watching a movie so I walked around alone. With my painful eye. Bought a brown long sleeved blouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel Sern and Mun Foong was there too. Went to eat at Secret Recipe and I ordered Tom Yum Spagetti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187950562241780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_9NjKa1mvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g8BJCyGW8KM/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went over to Pets Wonderland. Great place to hang out. With all the cute animals! I've always wanted a dog but since I live in a condominium, dogs are not allowed. Sigh. I've rared fish before. I had a big aquarium (a really beautiful one) a few years ago. But dad believes in Feng Shui, so it was given away. It was my dad's precious. I can imagine how he felt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Linus, Sarah Chong and Elena came over. They wanted to watch a movie but Sarah and I had to return home to get ready for tonight's Timothy 2. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will this be the last time I see my dear RBS 2008 friends in a long time? *Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187955063367506690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_9RpKa1mwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LBRd0MtB2_8/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Milo - =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-6150500544709495114?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6150500544709495114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6150500544709495114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6150500544709495114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6150500544709495114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/could-this-be-last-time.html' title='Could This Be The Last Time?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_9NjKa1mvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g8BJCyGW8KM/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5315437505571583690</id><published>2008-04-09T11:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:19:32.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi @ Timothy 1.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crashed Timothy 1&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yong's residence last night&lt;/span&gt;. I'm actually &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;a member of Timothy 2&lt;/span&gt; but I just &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;crashed Timothy 1 for the sake of crashing it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(Note: It &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;wasn't because of sushi&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keng Lik&lt;/span&gt; picked me up and we just &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hung around&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Topic&lt;/span&gt; of discussion was on&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Homosexuality&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; supper&lt;/span&gt;. Supper &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;prepared by Davis&lt;/span&gt;. He&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; improved&lt;/span&gt; a lot compared to last year. Thanks to the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;working experience at Genki Sushi&lt;/span&gt;. The sushi was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;goooood&lt;/span&gt;. But thanks to it, I became &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fatty Michelle&lt;/span&gt; in just one night. Just look at the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;amount of rice&lt;/span&gt; in that plate. Hung around till &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pass midnight&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, did I mentioned that &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;my tears were overflowing when I took a bite of that sandwich with a spoonful of wasabi in it&lt;/span&gt;? Tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187094884505990114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_xDUKc5s-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/McRPW-jq_jc/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187094588153246674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_xDC6c5s9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/C96akPjVkfY/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And we're gonna have &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Big Apple Doughnuts next week&lt;/span&gt; @ Timothy 1. I am soooo gonna &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;crash it again&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5315437505571583690?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5315437505571583690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5315437505571583690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5315437505571583690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5315437505571583690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/sushi-timothy-1.html' title='Sushi @ Timothy 1.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_xDUKc5s-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/McRPW-jq_jc/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4688283618899013472</id><published>2008-04-07T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:27:02.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson Z610i.</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dad got me a new handphone&lt;/span&gt; at last. As he promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted me to get a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; one at first but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I said no&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; Michelle Low, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;owning a pink phone&lt;/span&gt;. Not quite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; through with expensive phones&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Phobia&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whole pick-pocket incident&lt;/span&gt; which happened to my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ex-phone&lt;/span&gt;. I don't trust anyone anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;first time owning a Sony Ericsson phone&lt;/span&gt;. All my life I've been a &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nokia user&lt;/span&gt;. Except for my &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;spare phone which is an LG phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186533081308836786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_pEW6c5s7I/AAAAAAAAALk/CMkimSyLpW4/s320/SE+Z610i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4688283618899013472?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4688283618899013472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4688283618899013472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4688283618899013472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4688283618899013472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/sony-ericsson-z610i.html' title='Sony Ericsson Z610i.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R_pEW6c5s7I/AAAAAAAAALk/CMkimSyLpW4/s72-c/SE+Z610i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2795362036319875910</id><published>2008-04-03T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:41:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I got my P license.</title><content type='html'>Actually, I &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;passed my driving test last Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. Well, at first, I &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;didn't really have much confidence&lt;/span&gt; to get through my test, especially that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stupid "Bukit".&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God took over the wheel for me and helped me remained calm and steady&lt;/span&gt;. I was able to &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;make it through&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;most satisfied with my parking&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Although in real life parking I kinda suck pretty bad&lt;/span&gt;. And I actually suck at driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought that my license would be &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;delivered to my house&lt;/span&gt; just like what &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;James Tan said&lt;/span&gt;. But I &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;waited and waited&lt;/span&gt;... Waited. After&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; one whole week&lt;/span&gt;, I tried to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;call my agent&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Voice mail&lt;/span&gt; and voice mail again. And then today my dad and I went to the&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; Cahaya branch to collect it&lt;/span&gt; myself. Collected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;finally got the P&lt;/span&gt;! But... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no car to drive&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;leaving KL to stay in campus&lt;/span&gt; anyway. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2795362036319875910?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2795362036319875910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2795362036319875910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2795362036319875910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2795362036319875910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-i-got-my-p-license.html' title='Finally I got my P license.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1704364286296404863</id><published>2008-03-30T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:44:05.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Letter from Aimst University</title><content type='html'>I just received the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;official letter&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Aimst University&lt;/span&gt;. Saying that I am&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; accepted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be doing &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foundation In Science at Aimst University for a year&lt;/span&gt;. Starting this&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; 21st April&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't wanna leave KL&lt;/span&gt;. But what to do, my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dad insisted&lt;/span&gt; on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to know &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a couple of people who will be going to Aimst as well&lt;/span&gt;. Just that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I haven't met them face to face yet&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ming Wai&lt;/span&gt; is there, but he&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; doesn't acknowledge my existence&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to go to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;don't get to be called a college girl&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;straight going into University&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uni girl&lt;/span&gt; then. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570979803739010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R---V6c5s4I/AAAAAAAAALM/mDhbRuMjXgA/s320/admin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Administration Building and Great Hall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571207437005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R---jKc5s5I/AAAAAAAAALU/t0Bf4hZLWDk/s320/medical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Medical and Biological Sciences Complex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571331991057314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R---qac5s6I/AAAAAAAAALc/x2flDAJwgSM/s320/library_night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Library (at night).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1704364286296404863?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1704364286296404863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1704364286296404863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1704364286296404863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1704364286296404863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/03/offer-letter-from-aimst-university.html' title='Official Letter from Aimst University'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R---V6c5s4I/AAAAAAAAALM/mDhbRuMjXgA/s72-c/admin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5968804980324370919</id><published>2008-03-29T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:55:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returned from Penang Island.</title><content type='html'>Can you &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. Spent the entire day &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;travelling and stopping by to grab the good food of Penang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, I had to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;spend my whole entire freakin' day in a mall&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gurney Plaza&lt;/span&gt;. From morning till night. And I &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;walked and walked&lt;/span&gt;. Tried on&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; clothes&lt;/span&gt;. Bought a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;white shirt from Padini&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; and walked. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watched two movies&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Water Horse (Legend of The Deep) and 27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I liked Water Horse a lot. =) I think I was able to &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;memorize all the shops and the whole mall&lt;/span&gt; that day. I was &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;B-O-R-E-D&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, you know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;didn't even get to go to the &lt;em&gt;beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! There wasn't any chance. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I got to experience was the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ferry&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ships cars across from the Island back to the big land&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; that. Even for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;That's it&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I wanna &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;follow my mom&lt;/span&gt; to Penang for her&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; business trip&lt;/span&gt; again. If I were to spend the entire day at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183054767684432754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R-3o2ac5s3I/AAAAAAAAALE/UxzHl0kEG9g/s320/DSCN2647RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5968804980324370919?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5968804980324370919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5968804980324370919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5968804980324370919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5968804980324370919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/03/returned-from-penang-island.html' title='Returned from Penang Island.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R-3o2ac5s3I/AAAAAAAAALE/UxzHl0kEG9g/s72-c/DSCN2647RS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6180764334803555571</id><published>2008-03-24T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:55:53.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming The Tiger Event @ PJGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tony Anthony's Taming The Tiger&lt;/span&gt; is back again this year! But this time we had &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Jamie Kidd&lt;/span&gt; as the speaker. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ex-RBS students&lt;/span&gt; were required to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;usher&lt;/span&gt; and I was one of the usherers. Mun Foong's mom picked me up from &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bangsar LRT station&lt;/span&gt; and we were &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at PJGH half an hour early&lt;/span&gt;. I got to see the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;worship team do their practices and the drama team do their rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;. I liked the drama. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The story line's interesting and touching&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Good for non-Christians to watch&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushering wasn't really bad. Just that I needed to&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; smile and smile and smile&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;greet the guests and lead them into the huge hall of PJGH&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of people were present so there &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;weren't enough seats&lt;/span&gt;. We, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the usherers had to stand, and stand, and stand throughout the event&lt;/span&gt;. For about&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; 4 hours plus&lt;/span&gt;? Well, if you wanna know what Jamie Kidd talked about that night,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;come to UKRC hall again this coming Saturday, 29th March, 7.30pm. Ampang Gospel Centre will be organizing a Youth Easter Celebration. A lot of fun will be waiting for you to experience. For more infomation, call me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to PJGH, after we called it a night, the RBS students&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; gathered around&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those from NS came back for Easter&lt;/span&gt;. I had &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two burgers&lt;/span&gt; which showed how hungry I was.&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Memories of RBS came flashing back because we were at PJGH&lt;/span&gt;. It was good to see &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;John Khor&lt;/span&gt; back again because he wasn't present in any of our reunions. The night... was pretty good actually. Glad to see &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nick Chan, Christina, Jeremy Khoo and Cat from SJGC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;driving test&lt;/span&gt;, so... please pray for me. I suck at the "Bukit". T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-6180764334803555571?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6180764334803555571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6180764334803555571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6180764334803555571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6180764334803555571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/03/taming-tiger-event-pjgh.html' title='Taming The Tiger Event @ PJGH.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3054830392560170379</id><published>2008-03-20T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:56:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Workshop @ SJGC.</title><content type='html'>I was up by &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6am&lt;/span&gt; this morning, washed up and got ready for my programme of the day, as written above. I &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;left my house at 7am sharp&lt;/span&gt; but after walking down I realised that I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;left my phone&lt;/span&gt; on the dining table. Oh great. So I had to pick it up back at home again. So this time I &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;left Tiara Ampang at 7.10am&lt;/span&gt; but I only the&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; bus&lt;/span&gt; came at 7.20am. Reached &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ampang Park LRT Station&lt;/span&gt; at about 7.30am. It was a bit quiet as it was a public holiday. Less people waiting for the train and I was pretty scared. I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;never trusted anyone around me anymore&lt;/span&gt; eversince I lost my phone last week. And then I got into the train and took off to&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; KL Central&lt;/span&gt;. I had to&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for more than 20 minutes for that KTM train to arrive at the platform and a can of &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;iced Nescafe&lt;/span&gt; was all I had to fill my empty stomach. When it arrived, it took me to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Subang Jaya Station&lt;/span&gt; where I was picked up by Jeremy's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Colin Kirton&lt;/span&gt; helped &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;open my eyes&lt;/span&gt; today. I actually got to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;experience many things and different other ways of acting&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;improved my spontaneity&lt;/span&gt; a lot. And I realised that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;concentration&lt;/span&gt; was very very essential and I never took it seriously because there were a lot of laughters and teasing going around whenever I was in a play (a non-professional one, of course). And I always&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; thought that I have the right tools and right skills in acting&lt;/span&gt;. Turns out to be&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;totally wrong&lt;/span&gt; because I tend to get &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;overconfident&lt;/span&gt; at times. We were given a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;simple script to memorise but required to act it out in different scenarios based on that same particular script&lt;/span&gt;. And it was amazing that &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;many angles were clearly seen and different expressions and impressions given to people&lt;/span&gt;. I've always thought that I love acting and that I could handle it easy. Seems like this workshop has &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;proven me wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Very wrong. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Acting is not easy&lt;/span&gt;. Just the discipline of the&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; rehearsals&lt;/span&gt; can make your hair stand. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Colin said something very interesting about the statistics that showed the amount of energy an actors uses on stage for 2 hours is equal to the energy of a steel worker used in eight hours&lt;/span&gt;. One thing I should change, I &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;should not just stick to one particular style of acting and the predictable ones, but rather the more... unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;? I don't know what word to use but &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's good to give surprises to the audience&lt;/span&gt;. Oh ya,&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; stage managing&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine the fuss one has to face. And there are so many more that were to be learned but how can it be done in just a day? It is a no wonder that &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Performing Arts courses in colleges are so expensive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself actually. Being in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;school's drama team for more than 3 years&lt;/span&gt;, I played&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; main, leading roles most of the time&lt;/span&gt;. Usually as a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; cuz' I'm in a girls' school. And there was what I noticed - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got so used to being in the spot light and playing lead roles until I suck at playing supporting roles&lt;/span&gt;. In Chinese words, we call them the "ke le fe". Yeah, I was never goot at playing supporting roles. But I am totally aware that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;supporting roles are very important&lt;/span&gt; as well. I don't know, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just prefer playing lead roles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I find that I could express more and have much more confidence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hey, I like spot light roles but it doesn't mean that I like the popularity and all the credit, alright&lt;/span&gt;? We're talking about &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;acting skills man&lt;/span&gt;! It's just... me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a long journey back home almost before night falls. And it was raining. Great. I need to get to bed now. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All the best to all actors and actresses out there&lt;/span&gt;. Cheers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3054830392560170379?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3054830392560170379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3054830392560170379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3054830392560170379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3054830392560170379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/03/drama-workshop-sjgc.html' title='Drama Workshop @ SJGC.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-9116516555463115328</id><published>2008-03-19T13:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:46:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Woke Up the Sun Ain't Shining?</title><content type='html'>It was a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;typical day&lt;/span&gt; today. Me not having any plans to go anywhere. I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lazed&lt;/span&gt; around on my bed first thing when I openned my eyes. Not attempting to get up right away to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that I ought to have my&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; driving lessons&lt;/span&gt; today. So I called Uncle 7. He said he&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; forgot&lt;/span&gt; about it. Okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;woke my sister up&lt;/span&gt; and told her to study. But she ended up &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hogging on the computer again&lt;/span&gt;. Leaving me with nothing to do. Then I remembered I have a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Postal Bible Quiz next month&lt;/span&gt;. So I continued reading the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Book of Acts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called and I &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;walked sis to the car&lt;/span&gt;. Mom handed me a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;. She said the gift was from&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Aunt Fanny&lt;/span&gt;. I unwrapped it and whaddaya know! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Genuine Christine Dior Watch!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My heart filled with&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; joy&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Polo Club watch&lt;/span&gt; I got for my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas present&lt;/span&gt; in 2007 was &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; for me. And now I got a Christine Dior watch! It&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; ain't no imitation&lt;/span&gt; because I &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;personally think&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fake watches are a waste of money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do I still need to cry over that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-9116516555463115328?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/9116516555463115328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=9116516555463115328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/9116516555463115328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/9116516555463115328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-woke-up-sun-aint-shining.html' title='When I Woke Up the Sun Ain&apos;t Shining?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4771913937276174145</id><published>2008-03-18T18:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:39:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forgive me people&lt;/span&gt;... Forgive me for not updating for so long. Blame the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at my house. It ain't working properly for sooooooo many days. I know I know. Some of you, in fact, I think MANY of you, must've &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;given up&lt;/span&gt; reading my blog. I guess some of you who were consistent readers have already given up. Well,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I haven't given up on my own blog yet&lt;/span&gt;! So, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;don't go&lt;/span&gt;! You see, I can only use the Internet if my sister is gone to school. For many reasons actually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, since I am back on track, I guess I'd give you guys a bit of an update. When I &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;finished RBS&lt;/span&gt; on the 31st of January, a few days later I had to fly over to the east of Malaysia to&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; return to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;which is located in Sabah for CNY. A small town named Sandakan. For ten days. And then there were &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;RBS reunions&lt;/span&gt; I've been attending. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Driving lessons&lt;/span&gt; of course (I took my Undang test last December). And then there were&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; hang outs to catch up with my old frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nds&lt;/span&gt;. Collecting my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SPM results&lt;/span&gt; then - oh boy, I cried for two days. Those of you who knew my results must think that I'm silly, but hey, I expected more which was why I cried. And before that, I lost my beloved handphone. Yes. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I LOST MY DEAREST BELOVED HANDPHONE&lt;/span&gt;. It was being pick pocket in a bus while I was on my way to watch 10, 000 B.C. Oh friggin' thief, if I get my hands on you you're so gonna be burried in my backyard. As if I can. Oh well, I'd just have to wait for &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God's miracle&lt;/span&gt; to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here's a lil' something: - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179037761161068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-jZ3BW_7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/szUheXm2P4Q/s320/314411635395l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179038066103746514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-jrnBW_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GW59tuzMPKU/s320/1_862550010l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179038237902438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-j1nBW_-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/FEz4YsAT0nI/s320/DSCN1980RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179039096895897602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-knnBXAAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QLUK_2EakS4/s320/DSCN2049RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179038667399167986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-kOnBW__I/AAAAAAAAAKM/MS-LqaMbIsw/s320/DSCN2189RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179040771933143058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-mJHBXABI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_69o3FlgFSg/s320/DSCN2264RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179037907189956546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-jiXBW_8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BXQRNYDJCR8/s320/1_707707109l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179041368933597218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-mr3BXACI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lJb3tjB24Wk/s320/RBS+reunion+%40sunway+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179041587976929330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-m4nBXADI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cQJCDap2w-o/s320/DSCN2476RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179041845674967106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-nHnBXAEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IArX-dDD3Ms/s320/DSCN2478RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179042094783070290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-nWHBXAFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vfrecUxeAxI/s320/DSCN2488RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again. Gotta go now. Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4771913937276174145?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4771913937276174145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4771913937276174145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4771913937276174145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4771913937276174145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R9-jZ3BW_7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/szUheXm2P4Q/s72-c/314411635395l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8687917688186676961</id><published>2008-02-06T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:18:02.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from RBS but Leaving for Sabah later.</title><content type='html'>Hey people it's been long! Yes I am &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;back from RBS&lt;/span&gt; but I'll be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;leaving for my hometown Sandakan, Sabah&lt;/span&gt; in a few hours time. It's 1.12am now and I am supposed to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;wake up at 4am&lt;/span&gt; later to get ready for my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;flight at 6am&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I have a lot of things to blog about RBS but look at the time! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sorry guys I can't stay to blog about it&lt;/span&gt;. I can tell you this thing 1st though,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; RBS ROCKED BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;! Okay I'll go over to the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cyber Cafe&lt;/span&gt; in Sandakan and I'll update on more stuff, such as pictures? Will be&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; travelling to Kundasang&lt;/span&gt; a few days after the first two days of CNY, I dunno when. It's gonna be pretty and I'll try to capture pictures cuz' &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my dad finally lets me use his digital camera&lt;/span&gt;. Alright I'd better get going or else this will not end I'm afraid. Catch ya later folks! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gong Hei Fat Choi&lt;/span&gt;...! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8687917688186676961?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8687917688186676961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8687917688186676961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8687917688186676961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8687917688186676961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-from-rbs-but-leaving-for-sabah.html' title='Back from RBS but Leaving for Sabah later.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3831692438651999415</id><published>2007-12-26T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:01:35.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving For RBS.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd like to wish all of you a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; although it's over. Basically I spent my Christmas eve and Christmas day &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shopping, lunch and dinner&lt;/span&gt;. I love the family dinner my dad brought us to one of my favourite restaurants, i.e.,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Rendezvous Steak Garden near Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt;. Bought myself&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;earrings (again), a new pair of sport shoes and some clothes&lt;/span&gt; while shopping with sis and Shuk Hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;leaving for RBS in about an hour's time&lt;/span&gt;. Believe it or not, I haven't finished packing yet and my mom is so going to sound me. My family's bringing me up to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tanah Rata in Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt; (where RBS is located) and they are going to play around while I attend the school. I will have to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;surrender my handphone to the staff&lt;/span&gt; when I reach there because&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; no handphones are allowed at the camp&lt;/span&gt;. So I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;won't be able to answer your calls and smses till AFTER 31ST JANUARY 2008&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna miss you guys.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Graduation Night&lt;/span&gt; will be held on the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31st Jan 2008 at PJ Gosple Hall&lt;/span&gt;. Those of you who are interested to come do come and visit! The function starts at &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. All the best for those of you getting your PMR results and school ahead. Happy school reopening next year! &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(Yay... no more school for me!)&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3831692438651999415?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3831692438651999415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3831692438651999415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3831692438651999415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3831692438651999415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/12/leaving-for-rbs.html' title='Leaving For RBS.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2265530188036365071</id><published>2007-12-21T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T02:40:45.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday and Christmas Party.</title><content type='html'>First of all my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; was on the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;18th of Dec&lt;/span&gt;, which was two days ago, oh wait, three days ago cuz' I'm now blogging at 1.32am. Basically, I didn't do much on my birthday. Just spent some hours having&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; lunch with my family&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dinner at Jalan Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, not forgetting the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; I received too, thanks a lot as well though there weren't many. At least it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146111209835429394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2qo4UzlfhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/irrJij8iP-o/s320/254136487484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna thank my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; for making me such a wonderful &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mango pudding as my birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;. It's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146111909915098658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2qphEzlfiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XtLQAi4n5XU/s320/85674674464687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what made me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;throughout the day was the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; lovely smses&lt;/span&gt; I received which made my inbox too full to store in anymore messages. I wanna thank those who sent me those smses. Thanks a lot &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Darren, Janice, Navva, Kun Hui, Yvonne, Angie, Michelle Wong, Hui Cheng, Cheng Wen, Kamal, Rayson, Jin Yuen, Jamie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sarah Tai (I'm so glad you remembered and I miss you!),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ariff, Arika, Kar Mun, Edwin, Kennard, May Lyn, Davis, Jason, Izmin, Francis, Yu Han, Diyana, Xiow Wei&lt;/span&gt; and others which I didn't mention. A big &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hug and thank you&lt;/span&gt; to you guys. You people are really&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; precious in my heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The Best SMS Received aka My Favourite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Mi! On your birthday I want you to know, how much I appreciate the special person you are and the caring things you do. I want to thank you for being the kind of person who puts others first, and who can always be counted on for a warm smile, a word of encouragement and a helping hand. You've enriched my life in so many ways, and I hope you know how important you are to me. God bless you. -Angie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Hottest SMS Received:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the drama queen Mich aka Bitch! Love you always. Loves, hot mama bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Arika-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The "Zha Dou" SMS Received so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday! Wish you get your driving license soon. XD -Rayson-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day (19 Dec) wasn't much, I just went out and did some &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;video shooting&lt;/span&gt;. Plus the afternoon was rather hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yesterday (20 Dec), I went to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pudu &lt;/span&gt;with my parents in the morning. I got up pretty early anyway. Went over to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ampang Point to do some last minute shopping on my gift exchange&lt;/span&gt;. And then washed up to rush over to church for our youth &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas party&lt;/span&gt;. I was put &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in charge of the gift exchange session&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Thank God Davis, Rachel and Mun Wai was there to help me&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;reception&lt;/span&gt; cuz' there were &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;more than 90 people&lt;/span&gt; turned up for the party. Overall, the party was pretty okay. I can tell that the people were &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pretty shocked to see my face in the video&lt;/span&gt;, cuz' they &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;never expected me to be in it&lt;/span&gt;. And I was the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;main character's girlfriend as well, in the video&lt;/span&gt; la of course. Whatever it is, I believed I could do better but what's done is done. So no complaining. Just that I look &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; in the video (SUCKS!). Anyhow, back to the gift exchange thingy, I was glad that &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Andy and Joanne helped me out&lt;/span&gt;, if not I could've died out there because the presents were &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt;. Plus &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sweet May, Joy, Yvonne, Rachel and Elaine&lt;/span&gt; were there to help, so the event pretty much went through smoothly. After that, I went to &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;yum cha&lt;/span&gt; with the AGC gang and a few guys from ARBS who came back. I was certainly glad to see &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; joining us again. Guys, thanks for coming and hope to see you guys soon as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146123209974054450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2qzy0zlfjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6DDqqQfcutY/s320/634368436784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I gotta go now. I've been &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;out the whole day non stop doing stuff&lt;/span&gt; and I'm beat. I'll be opting for a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;movie &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. Hopefully either &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Enchanted" or "The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;". And then a lil' &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christmas shopping&lt;/span&gt; will do the trick. I don't know where yet, probably wandering around the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bukit Bintang area&lt;/span&gt;. So long for now folks! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Milo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2265530188036365071?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2265530188036365071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2265530188036365071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2265530188036365071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2265530188036365071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-birthday-and-christmas-party.html' title='My Birthday and Christmas Party.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2qo4UzlfhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/irrJij8iP-o/s72-c/254136487484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4106071682719800491</id><published>2007-12-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:22:26.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Parties and Sleepovers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay guys, just a lil' update here but it's gonna be about how I spent&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; three consecutive days&lt;/span&gt; right after my church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firstly it was a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BBQ party held at Mr. Foo's place on the 14th December&lt;/span&gt;. All of us tuition mates are assigned to bring our respective foods to the party. I bought &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Cheese Choc from Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;. =P Basically the guys were in charge of setting up the BBQ grill and fire while us girls, were in charge of the food instead. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shaf's salad&lt;/span&gt; I can say was the best of all during that night. Take a look at the food that we prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144894681823673682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZWdEzlfVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ci5HPgjkVms/s320/05434343843463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was a blast but the fun was at the game of "&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Truth and Dare&lt;/span&gt;". So yeah, all of us gathered around and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;spun the bottle&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wait, we had &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; that night but it was only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a bottle of Martini, Heineken and Sherry each&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;none of us were drunk&lt;/span&gt; that night plus we took these alcoholic drinks &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;under the permission and supervision of Mr. Foo&lt;/span&gt;. So the game of "Truth and Dare" went on and it was&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; WILD&lt;/span&gt;. Now I don't wanna elaborate on that but if you would like to know the details you can approach me thank you. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hightlight of the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Joshua and Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; took up a bet and they &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;FRENCHED KISSED&lt;/span&gt;. In the end they won &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RM50 &lt;/span&gt;each for doing so. I shall call it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brooke Back Mountain Version II&lt;/span&gt; cuz' to tell you the truth I got pretty &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;turned on seeing Nicholas being such an active kisser&lt;/span&gt;. Man, his &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is just so darn lucky. Sadly, I don't think I can post up the video taken because I will get murdered by the end of the day. Well, they weren't alone anyways, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I was a victim of being kissed, "possed" and "lied down on".&lt;/span&gt; I like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wooi Liang's hip thrust and Po Leen's lap dance&lt;/span&gt;. Go on, let your imagination run free but &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NOT TOO WILD&lt;/span&gt; I'm tellin' ya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;dance floor&lt;/span&gt; was next, and me, Po Leen, Shaf, Nicholas and Kenn were pretty much havin' a good time dancing and sweating. The party ended around &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, next. On the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;15th of December&lt;/span&gt;. I got up early and travelled to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with my fellow &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ex-classmates&lt;/span&gt; for brunch. Went into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;, met a new friend named&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Jian&lt;/span&gt; (Nadira's friend), and chit chatted away. Nice meeting you by the way, Jian. He's a really &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nice guy&lt;/span&gt;. =) There were three of these &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Phantom of the Opera"-looking characters&lt;/span&gt; at the lobby. Left Pavilion at 2pm and proceeded to church for &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;youth service&lt;/span&gt;. In the evening, I had to travel all the way to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sri Tiara&lt;/span&gt; located in Bangsar for a family dinner. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of my grandaunt only has 6 more months to live due to cancer&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't get to snap some pictures but lemme tell ya,&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; the place was damn beautiful and grand&lt;/span&gt;. Owned by the Singaporeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144900303935864162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZbkUzlfWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tSCXTwg_ewg/s320/46384374384638.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was my dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144901077029977474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZcRUzlfYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qszAIwa3Xk8/s320/354348874387.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144900909526252914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZcHkzlfXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IBKm93cvwus/s320/242535874545.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty weren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144904302550416802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZfNEzlfaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9-S87W44sQw/s320/34345438768747897.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Nadira, Xiowei and Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144905286097927650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZgGUzlfeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LiVSO3RpI2M/s320/287465843673498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nadira, my ex-boss aka Head Prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16th of December&lt;/span&gt;, I got up early again to attend &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HELP University College's Open Day&lt;/span&gt;. So far what I have in mind now is taking &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A levels at HELP&lt;/span&gt;, with the subjects of &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Biology, Chemistry and Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;. One more additional subject, I am still confused on whether or not should I take &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Further Mathematics or Physics&lt;/span&gt; (I suck at Physics). Anyway, the preview was pretty tiring. Rushed over to&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Shaf's house&lt;/span&gt; after everything and settled in for some &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;slumber party&lt;/span&gt;. She's gonna leave for the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;UK &lt;/span&gt;soon so we wanted to spend the whole night with her. We ended up playing "&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Truth and Dare&lt;/span&gt;" again. And I was dared to &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;FRENCH KISS IKA&lt;/span&gt;. Watched a &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;horror movie&lt;/span&gt; after the game, entitled "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Shutter&lt;/span&gt;". Not bad for a movie, I kind of like it. Pretty eerie too. Had&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; supper&lt;/span&gt; and then a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heart-to-heart talk&lt;/span&gt; with the girls and Nick. Too bad &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; couldn't join us for long if not it would be better. We ended up sleeping for only an hour. Headed to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; after that for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks &lt;/span&gt;and some walk around. The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SALES&lt;/span&gt;! Well, I am going so &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;miss Shaf&lt;/span&gt; for sure, I &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144904654737735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZfhkzlfbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3wZAmFTLbb0/s320/DSC02983.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't worry, we were just being "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sandwiched&lt;/span&gt;". Not dirty at all. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144904843716296130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZfskzlfcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LH7kz5s5330/s320/DSC03009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before watching "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Shutter&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144908395654249986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2Zi7UzlfgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dyPONKWykMo/s320/DSC03019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marks and Specers&lt;/span&gt;, KLCC. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lingerie Department&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144908146546146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2Zis0zlffI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rgb7nLntPJU/s320/684348748743.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5 years of friendship. I love you, Shaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay guys if I don't sleep now, I can be said to be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;awake for the last 24 hours&lt;/span&gt; so I &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;need to sleep&lt;/span&gt;. Not forgetting that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TOMORROW is my BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; anyway. Chiao love ya' all! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: I have &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;insufficient photos&lt;/span&gt; here, more coming up after getting em'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4106071682719800491?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4106071682719800491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4106071682719800491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4106071682719800491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4106071682719800491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-parties-and-sleepovers.html' title='Of Parties and Sleepovers.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2ZWdEzlfVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ci5HPgjkVms/s72-c/05434343843463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1222686299624411763</id><published>2007-12-14T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:37:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Came Back from Camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143732780871279010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2I1tiddYaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IHk0XK7ZLuo/s320/42782482434837483478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143734644887085490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2I3aCddYbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D4cTVroVuRE/s320/42893483489364696984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143736083701129666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2I4tyddYcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SevX5DX91CU/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;camp theme is MAD&lt;/span&gt;. And that is "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make A Difference&lt;/span&gt;". So far so good. I pretty much &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; the camp. And I was pretty shocked that the people whom I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;did not expect to come turned up and the people whom I've been praying for did not turn up&lt;/span&gt;. I only got to know that one day before the camp. Basically, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jason, Oii Tong, Ghai Yan, Yu Han, Cheong Hing, Tong Leong and the other boys from ARBS turned up&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to their senior who invited them. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To my sorrow, James Tan couldn't attend due to some reasons&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I want to elaborate much about this camp, because there are just so much to elaborate on and I do not know where to start. The journey to the camp site at &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Jeram Besu, Pahang&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fun with Kevin&lt;/span&gt; and back was pretty&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; thrilling and dizzy with Pang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You drive well, Pang&lt;/span&gt;. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up some pictures when I get them as soon as possible. Highlight of the camp was the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Team Building activity&lt;/span&gt;. I'm glad that &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my group, Barnabahs, won the 1st place thanks to our extreme team work&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered well on our 1st station and our &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3rd pyramid we built&lt;/span&gt;. That was the best man! Actually, it was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the most simple yet unique pyramid man kind has ever built in human history&lt;/span&gt;. Haha kidding. Too bad I don't have the photo to show you guys. Well, the one thing I dislike bout' this camp is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cleanliness&lt;/span&gt;. I thank God that girls used the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;rooms&lt;/span&gt; instead of the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I came home with &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;rashes over my legs and hands&lt;/span&gt;. My sister's condition is worse than mine though. The cause of it, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;team building activity where we had to crawl on the mud and play with mud&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, the weather condition was about the same as in KL, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rainy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;My skin's itching all over&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Campers, you guys who got the rashes, drink lots of pineapple juice and eat lots of pineapples. Just make sure you don't hit the toilet too often&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp has really &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt; me to help &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;bring more people to church&lt;/span&gt;. The video clip entitled "&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A Letter From Hell&lt;/span&gt;" really openned many of our eyes. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dear Christians, please check it out&lt;/span&gt; if you can. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My group's name was Barnabahs, which means, to encourage&lt;/span&gt;. And now I have learnt to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;encourage other people more instead of keeping to myself&lt;/span&gt;. Making a difference in other people's lives, that's what I wanna do. I will &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;TRY to cut down my bad habits&lt;/span&gt;. I will give it a try to be &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;cheerful always and not let little things get in my way of smiling&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I'll be able to &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;show a good testimony to others&lt;/span&gt;. Most importantly, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;my relationship with Jesus, closer&lt;/span&gt;. Hope RBS will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you guys will get bored if I go on. Here are my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;previous years of nametags&lt;/span&gt; from the various camps I've attended from 2003 till 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143638615965989602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2HgEa2ieuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UIYqslfZD1Q/s320/68464368436784367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this year's&lt;/span&gt; nametag. 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143638890843896562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2HgUa2ievI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i_mw77Xt9Js/s320/9648674637437834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the next entry guys! Muaks! =) Boy I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; the camp. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ARBS guys, thanks for coming&lt;/span&gt;. I hope this camp has &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MAD in your lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Oh &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Jason &lt;/span&gt;oh Jason, you so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;loving your eyes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;will drive you crazy again&lt;/span&gt;. Muahahaha..... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo-&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/1169643348794886223-1222686299624411763?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1222686299624411763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1222686299624411763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1222686299624411763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1222686299624411763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-came-back-from-camp.html' title='Just Came Back from Camp.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R2I1tiddYaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IHk0XK7ZLuo/s72-c/42782482434837483478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1101089079414374985</id><published>2007-12-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:40:37.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day For Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>I got up at 9 plus in the morning yesterday. Was a bit late when I reached church for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;carolling practice&lt;/span&gt;. Was supposed to be there by 10am but ended up being there at 10.20am? The Christmas carols for this year are a bit &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from the previous years. Added a couple of new songs and I am liking the fact that we are singing &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Acapella&lt;/span&gt; for "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;". =D I was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;supposed to join&lt;/span&gt; the youth for carolling at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Great Eastern mall&lt;/span&gt; at 2pm followed by&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Joy's birthday party at Times Square&lt;/span&gt; but I couldn't join them. Instead, I went home at about 12pm ++ and changed. I went off to &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;KLCC &lt;/span&gt;with Kenn. Walked around when we got separated by the crowd. Bumped into &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suet Yee&lt;/span&gt;. Man, she slimmed down a lot. Looking even &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hotter&lt;/span&gt; now. Felt so good after talking her. It has been such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, walked over to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shaf's house&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Accompanied &lt;/span&gt;by Kenn. Thanks so damn much man! Went back to KLCC again to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;meet Joshua&lt;/span&gt;. Waited at &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nicholas, Wooi Liang, Wai Sheng and Po Leen&lt;/span&gt;. I had a &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Frappucino Chocolate Chip Cream&lt;/span&gt;. Talked about &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;life after SPM&lt;/span&gt;. Talked about our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;. Talked about other funny stuff. Talked about&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; THROWING MR. FOO A BARBEQUE PARTY&lt;/span&gt;. Planned everything. Called other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Ground floor. To &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mont Blanc, Aigner and the Dunhil&lt;/span&gt;. Just to search for Mr. Foo a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;fountain pen&lt;/span&gt;. Found one finally at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dunhil&lt;/span&gt;. And you know, how costly it can be. The best thing is, we are going to get &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;our names engraved&lt;/span&gt; onto that pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left KLCC at 5pm. Reached home and took a bath and tidied my room a little. It has been very messy for a while. Called &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt; later on. Said he'll &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pick me up&lt;/span&gt; in the evening. At 8pm ++ he picked me up. Drove to his house and waited for him to take a shower. Picked &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yvonne Teh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wai Kit&lt;/span&gt; up. These two, I haven't seen them in such a long time. Drove to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kuan's Pandan Indah&lt;/span&gt;. And that was 10pm. Had &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tom Yam noodles&lt;/span&gt; and it was lovely. =D Chatted and chatted. How I miss those moments we used to have. At &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;, Jeff and Yvonne accompanied me up to my apartment. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to church again with sis. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Practiced &lt;/span&gt;songs for our carols. Practiced on the&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; acapella&lt;/span&gt;. That's all for now. More updates soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140465455472999122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R1aaGK2ietI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O8jUzNFRZTM/s320/Starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1101089079414374985?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1101089079414374985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1101089079414374985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1101089079414374985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1101089079414374985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-day-for-yesterday.html' title='Long Day For Yesterday.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R1aaGK2ietI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O8jUzNFRZTM/s72-c/Starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8414777255821429349</id><published>2007-12-03T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T04:26:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Procedure of Getting a License.</title><content type='html'>I woke up &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;before 7am&lt;/span&gt; today just to get ready for a 5&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; hours lecture&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Undang&lt;/span&gt;. Arrived at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Surfine Hitech Ampang&lt;/span&gt; before 8am and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uncle 7&lt;/span&gt; took us all driving students up on a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;van&lt;/span&gt; and all the way to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hulu Langat&lt;/span&gt; where the main office of Surfine Hitech is. Got the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; done and everything, went into the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lecture room&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ya da ya da&lt;/span&gt;... 5 hours long. The highlight of the lecture was a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;short video clip&lt;/span&gt;, about &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;how a guy and his coffee&lt;/span&gt; can actually cause such a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;freakishly freaking huge accident on the road for just a few minutes&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, I really pity the police car. And the tree log... Can't describe it here. You gotta watch it yourself to see it. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Final Destination-like&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, the whole day has just gone by like this at the centre. Uncle dropped me off at the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ampang LRT station&lt;/span&gt; where my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; picked me up. He drove me and my sis to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;. Bought a slice of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tiramitsu, Cheeze Choc and Carrot Slice Brownie&lt;/span&gt; each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm just quite bored here. I couldn't sleep cuz' I slept just now. So I decided to come online and update. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139474469078858434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R1MUzK2iesI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_h6xLUgT8X8/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8414777255821429349?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8414777255821429349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8414777255821429349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8414777255821429349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8414777255821429349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-procedure-of-getting-license.html' title='My First Procedure of Getting a License.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/R1MUzK2iesI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_h6xLUgT8X8/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-6313588453398040309</id><published>2007-11-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:36:26.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Merdeka-ed!</title><content type='html'>When it is all &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday (30.11.2007)  was the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;last day of SPM&lt;/span&gt; for me. Those who are not taking Accounts have probably merdeka-ed few days back. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;waited &lt;/span&gt;till this day. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No more school uniforms, no more waking up so damn early to catch the bus, no more rushing on homework, no more studying till dawn, no more TUITION, and no more HIGH SCHOOL! &lt;/span&gt;I felt kinda sad after leaving the exam hall cuz' I know I am going to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; miss&lt;/span&gt; the moments I have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Accounts 1&lt;/span&gt; and the paper ended at &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;9.25am&lt;/span&gt;. Dad came to pick me up and took me to eat &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chee Cheong Fun&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast. It's been long since I last stepped into that stall. Been there since &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more than ten years ago&lt;/span&gt;. Went home after that and I practically spent my whole day &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;watching TV and sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I was supposed to&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; clear up my books&lt;/span&gt; in the living room and my room but attempt failed cuz' of my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;laziness&lt;/span&gt;. I also have a feeling that my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;procrastinating habits&lt;/span&gt; over getting more and more &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dominant&lt;/span&gt; each day. Let's just hope not as I have tonnes to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache on planning a date for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mr. Foo's party&lt;/span&gt;, cuz' the dates suggested will &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;clash&lt;/span&gt; with my Youth Camp which will be on the 10th till the 13th. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Please let the party be on the 9th at least&lt;/span&gt;, please please please... To my disappointment as well, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Genting road trip&lt;/span&gt; which we were so enthusiastic about before that is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt;. Sabilah just called me. More than 10 people won't be able to make it so what's the point of calling it a class road trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the thing that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shocked me&lt;/span&gt; most is getting to know that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt; has been in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; all these while. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since March&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't know that until we had a long chat a moment ago. Vincent, when you &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;come back to Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; (God knows when), make sure you come and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. That's it. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't call myself a high school student no more&lt;/span&gt;. So long, farewell. I'll still be seeing that school as I'll be fetching my sister next year anyway. Chiao folks! Wanna get to bed. I need a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;. Oh... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-6313588453398040309?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/6313588453398040309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=6313588453398040309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6313588453398040309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/6313588453398040309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/11/officially-merdeka-ed.html' title='Officially Merdeka-ed!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3837213422192308073</id><published>2007-11-11T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T05:11:30.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is SPM</title><content type='html'>Yupe, it's almost &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4am&lt;/span&gt; now and I'm still on the net. I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; all of a sudden while reading History. I thought of my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt; in high school. Now I am beginning to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; them a lot. I regret for not &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt; the moments I had with them. It's too late to turn back now. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's too late to apologise&lt;/span&gt;. I miss them loads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get my butt on &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BM and History&lt;/span&gt; within &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;24 hours&lt;/span&gt;. If not I'll be doomed for sure. I'm only left with&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Form 5 Sastera&lt;/span&gt; and some &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Karangan topics for BM&lt;/span&gt;. I really do hope and pray hard that I'll be able to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;elaborate and crap out&lt;/span&gt; what I can for my long essay. I am &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;bloody anxious&lt;/span&gt; for that paper. Today &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me, Shafika and Nick went to Kennard's house&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;study session&lt;/span&gt;. It did help a lot when Shaf asked questions and we answered. That really helped me realise that I am &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dead for the Form 4 syllabus&lt;/span&gt;. Gotta read up! Sejarah paper 2? On Tuesday. Oh, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kennard&lt;/span&gt; has a new name. And it's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Mr. Shafikah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I wish all my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fellow fifth formers&lt;/span&gt; to do their best in this exam. I pray hard for us all. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God is with us, who can be against us?&lt;/span&gt; Chiao folks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3837213422192308073?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3837213422192308073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3837213422192308073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3837213422192308073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3837213422192308073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrow-is-spm.html' title='Tomorrow is SPM'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1852380538472937531</id><published>2007-11-07T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:14:20.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next week: SPM</title><content type='html'>Counting down. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next week's SPM&lt;/span&gt;. The first paper as usual, will be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu&lt;/span&gt;, the most &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;frightful&lt;/span&gt; paper to me. Especially the essay paper, cuz' I depend a lot on my long essay in order to score an A. I haven't been attending school frequently these days, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pn. Chu&lt;/span&gt; has been chasing after me to resit for my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Accounts test&lt;/span&gt; which I missed last week. She must be damn&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; angry&lt;/span&gt; at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having really &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;odd sleeping habits&lt;/span&gt; these days. Often ended up sleeping on the sofa. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nick and Kenn came over&lt;/span&gt; to my house at midnight and we &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;studied together till dawn&lt;/span&gt; (they usually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fall asleep for two hours&lt;/span&gt; on the sofa and I will have to become their &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;biological alarm clock&lt;/span&gt;). I can't say that I'm very well prepared. All I can say is that I really want &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;three more months&lt;/span&gt; to prepare. My &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eating habits&lt;/span&gt; are also becoming weird lately as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the stress, there are a number of times which I took a breath. Like last week I followed my mom and aunt all the way to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nilai&lt;/span&gt; to visit my cousin brother and he took me around &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;iNTI college campus&lt;/span&gt;. It is a really nice building and, huge. And on Monday midnight, Nick, Kenn and I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;watched Transformers&lt;/span&gt; before burning the oil. And just now, I just &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;got off the phone with Raymond&lt;/span&gt; for almost &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;one and a half hours&lt;/span&gt;. Chatting with him was a big relief. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I miss him so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd better be going. Gotta read my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sejarah text book&lt;/span&gt;. The second day of next week is will be Paper 2.  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good morning&lt;/span&gt; you guys! It's almost &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6.10am&lt;/span&gt; now. Get your asses out of bed and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;go to school&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1852380538472937531?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1852380538472937531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1852380538472937531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1852380538472937531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1852380538472937531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-week-spm.html' title='Next week: SPM'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-1258191912893651723</id><published>2007-10-27T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:21:01.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My MP3 Player</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dawn&lt;/span&gt; now and I've just finished my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;revision&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;. Just dropping by here cuz' I wanted to insert some &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;new songs&lt;/span&gt; into my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MP3 player&lt;/span&gt;. My MP3 player is &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;messed up&lt;/span&gt; now. Some songs &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; and some songs came in from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no where&lt;/span&gt;. Please people, those of you who wants to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;borrow&lt;/span&gt; my device, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;do not remove&lt;/span&gt; any songs. Plus, if you wanna &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;transfer your data&lt;/span&gt; to another location using my device, please ask my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;permission &lt;/span&gt;and I hope &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's urgent&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for your &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cooperation&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna have to fix everything back into position after SPM. Sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going to&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; bed&lt;/span&gt;. Hope to get up and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;continue to study&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully at the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KL Library&lt;/span&gt;? *Yawns*. Good morning folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-1258191912893651723?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/1258191912893651723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=1258191912893651723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1258191912893651723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/1258191912893651723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mp3-player.html' title='My MP3 Player'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5103218169891063838</id><published>2007-10-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:35:38.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Shitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; more days to SPM... Whatever it is, the fact is, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is coming. And I am damn &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;. I can't say that I am fully prepared like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nadira&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chung Yang&lt;/span&gt;. I regret paying not much &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; during my &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Form 4&lt;/span&gt; year and earlier this year. I've been taking &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;granted&lt;/span&gt;. I should not engage myself into too many &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; until I can barely breathe properly everytime I come home. I'm so &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in myself. I should have known better what was really going on around me. I should have stepped into &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; earlier. Yes, I wanna do well in my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; expect a lot from me. And I believe that I have &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; in this. What if I scored &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;less than 7 A's out of 11 subjects&lt;/span&gt;? I'll be damn &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ashammed&lt;/span&gt; of myself. I want &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;more time&lt;/span&gt; to study. I wanna get rid of my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; habit. I want serious &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;concentration&lt;/span&gt; when reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go telling me that my &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;expectations are too high&lt;/span&gt; or just do your best and whatever crap. Look, I've &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;heard enough&lt;/span&gt; of those advices and it's flowing out of my ears already. I know very well and very clearly that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; has to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;endure&lt;/span&gt; this and those past seniors have been through the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt;. I know most of the &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;teenagers&lt;/span&gt; out there are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;same problems&lt;/span&gt; with me or even &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;worse problems&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just a mere &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;typical teenager like you&lt;/span&gt;, nothing more nothing less. Whatever. Now if you're feeling what I'm feeling, yes, let's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;suffer together-gether&lt;/span&gt;. But when it's over, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's over&lt;/span&gt;. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Biting&lt;/span&gt; her own &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5103218169891063838?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5103218169891063838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5103218169891063838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5103218169891063838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5103218169891063838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-shitty.html' title='Feeling Shitty'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-25312028964770207</id><published>2007-10-15T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:25:31.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of Raya was Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfirtri&lt;/span&gt; to all my muslim friends! Of course, open houses all over but Arika didn't have one this year. Yesterday, me, Arika, Davis, Suet Mei and Xiowei took the LRT to Titiwangsa station. From there we got picked up by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kamal&lt;/span&gt; to attend his open house. After us he picked up &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, his college friend. This was my first time meeting her and she's great! Miss you Christy! Haha. Anyways, we had to cram in Arika and Xiowei in the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;front seat&lt;/span&gt; (Kamal's car has a three seats in the front) so it was Kamal driving, followed by me, Arika then Xiowei. So Kamal had three girls crammed in the front seat together with him. We arrived at his house and his &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;house is HUGE&lt;/span&gt;! So cozy and comfy. The gorgeous ones are the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pool, his study room, the indoor garden, living room, his kitchen (it's as big as my room) and his big big room&lt;/span&gt;! The moment I stepped into the house, I met &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shaun's parents&lt;/span&gt;. Also met &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nicholas, Martha&lt;/span&gt; and two others but I forgot their names. Fooled around for a while and Shaun's sister, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt; came over and she was one of the coolest girls! I like her man. Took some pics: -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121252452370286434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJX-MyhB2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8I_9U6B4aJw/s320/DSCN3284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121252692888455026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJYMMyhB3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QHi-1RswTfQ/s320/DSCN3287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Christy standing on the right. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Crammed into Kamal's big room after eating. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kamal's grandma&lt;/span&gt; is a really nice lady and she makes the greatest &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;punch and rendang&lt;/span&gt;! =P Played &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;video games&lt;/span&gt; in his room and chit chatted away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254209011910530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJZkcyhB4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/BKvoUoDUh2Y/s320/DSCN3290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Kamal's room and he's with his PS 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254432350209938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJZxcyhB5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GEWhyo40yiU/s320/DSCN3289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Myself in Kamal's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jester hat&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254638508640162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJZ9cyhB6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/D1gYHWX5UUI/s320/DSCN3295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice move. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We left around 3 plus and went over the Ampang Point. On Raya the area was closed but &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt; was open. Ordered a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chocolate milkshake&lt;/span&gt; and Suet Mei ordered a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chocolate Walnut chip&lt;/span&gt; something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121256158927062962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJbV8yhB7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/vApsyT-9y3E/s320/384346543645384.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the same night after lepak-ing at &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Davis' house&lt;/span&gt;. Xiowei and Arika &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;slept over at my place&lt;/span&gt;. Of course Davis came along too. Did many crazy things. We studied a little little bit but attempt failed. Watched a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rapture video&lt;/span&gt; and slept around &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4am&lt;/span&gt;. We got up by 8am to sneak Davis out so that my grandma wouldn't find him. Haha, sorry Dav. Had fun that night. We should do it more often after SPM. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121258963540707282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJd5MyhB9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1WMX9egITXk/s320/DSC01804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We call this Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121258731612473282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJdrsyhB8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/UqENARIlTzY/s320/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121263009399900210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJhksyhCDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ki6FJk256XE/s320/DSC01829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Soft toy mania.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259152519268322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJeEMyhB-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0hy49Da5XSc/s320/DSC01820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Such Drama Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260398059784194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJfMsyhCAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZAI6SwBt5I0/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is coming. Therefore we must &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;study very hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259388742469618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJeR8yhB_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wQzoZQHceC8/s320/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121262876255914018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJhc8yhCCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HyZI9Qo33gE/s320/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121261798219122706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJgeMyhCBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gP10z4hpSyY/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121263279982839874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJh0cyhCEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lyBlyE4e9Js/s320/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We ain't doing anything &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;unholy&lt;/span&gt;. I gave her my &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;first kiss&lt;/span&gt; in Primary 6 anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading. Have a pleasant &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s : &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for the pics! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-25312028964770207?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/25312028964770207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=25312028964770207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/25312028964770207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/25312028964770207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-raya-was-yesterday.html' title='The First Day of Raya was Yesterday.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RxJX-MyhB2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8I_9U6B4aJw/s72-c/DSCN3284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7139207647350371586</id><published>2007-10-11T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:52:18.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep on Tuesday night. And it was due to this stupid reason - I was hungry. I was lazy to get up and make myself something and then brush my teeth again and go back to sleep. So I stayed up listening to music and sms-ing friends instead of studying. How could I study with a growling stomach? Yesterday I came home from school wanting to take a nap, attempt failed. After Physics tuition, mom took me to a nearby restaurant and I had claypot chicken rice. Came home and went online. I was really tired but I gotta wait for my food to digest. Chatted with Mitch, Jason, Kyle and Kennard. They went offline early except for Kennard. And he said he'll teman me till I sleep. How sweet! =P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up at 1pm plus today. Feeling a little lazy and drowsy. I think I slept too much. It is a holiday for all school students today and tomorrow due to Hari Raya on Saturday. Did my Biology homework for tuition later but found out that there ain't tuition today. So my sis and I decided to order pizza for breakfast + lunch. Ordered Hawaian Chicken, Seafood Lagsania and Breadsticks. And we got a free bottle of 7up! =D But hey, the calories... I am so going to cycle later. Plus some sit ups. I think I am kinda rusty in jogging and pilates now. Haven't been jogging for a long time. I am supposed to study now but I don't have the mood now. So much for stressing over SPM being near. Oh yeah I am stressed for that darn exam, which explains why I didn't sleep well these days and, I'm losing lots of hair. My stamina has gone down too. What the heck, one more month to go and I'm outta high school. Just wait... Counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7139207647350371586?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7139207647350371586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7139207647350371586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7139207647350371586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7139207647350371586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-couldnt-sleep-on-tuesday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7827034619615692833</id><published>2007-10-07T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:04:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hip Hop.</title><content type='html'>On Friday, I got a short notice about going up to Genting Highlands to attend the MRCA 15th Anniversary Dinner. The theme was Super Hip Hop. I was like, hip hop again?? Yes, gimme a break. Last year was Hip Hop Night, and this year was Super Hip Hop. Anyways, my family and I left the house at around 5pm and reached First World Hotel at 6 plus. At 7.45pm, we went over to the Convention Centre where the event was held. Not many people dressed as a hip hop, maybe because last year many didn't as well. There was a dance competition and the judges were those from So You Think You Can Dance. I was pretty upset the Electroshock didn't win, they were really good. Evo 11 performed break dance, and they were all girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met my &lt;strong&gt;Dance Partner &lt;/strong&gt;again from last year! I was damn shocked that he actually still recognizes me! I don't even know his name. It's too good to be true. I missed the fun. The greatest dance partner ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ,the rest was pretty much ok, just the stupid dance floor. B-O-R-I-N-G. I danced half way through I didn't wanna dance anymore. The music sucked. And, my dance partner ain't at the dance floor with me, he left early. Till we meet again next year! =P My sis and I shared a room that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118323224544872194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rwfv2syhBwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aU4chJ0mFo8/s320/687438436843684.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120001530260424530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rw3mQ8yhB1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/y30MLGcd444/s320/31.5341.321.351.351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118303553594656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rwfd9syhBhI/AAAAAAAAACc/euRpToAnbCk/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just me chilling out before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next morning after breakfast, Yvonne and I did a little shopping at First World and we came across the museum of Ripley's Believe It Or Not. I had to check it out. There was this Fertility Statue from Africa. You touch it and you'll get pregnant. Hmmn... Unbelievable? Believe it. The front part of the museum was pretty boring, but the middle and the end turned out to be pretty spooky. Due to our check out time at 12 noon, mom called and we had to rush. I didn't explore the interesting part because it was only 5 minutes to 12. We ran our way out and nearly got lost especially in the Largest Tie Collection session. I am definitely going back to the museum after SPM. I am so going to spend the whole day there. =P Here are some pics I took but I didn't really read the captions cuz' of the rush: -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118318474311042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfriMyhBvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ei58JJ_UHjk/s320/Ripley%27s+Believe+It+Or+Not.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfgFMyhBjI/AAAAAAAAACs/cdqMfRwW6jo/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfgwMyhBkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Dkx_FZpQuw/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118323868789966610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfwcMyhBxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-6V_5cGCvJ8/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118324534509897506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfxC8yhByI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vWnIfK2WLH8/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118307423360190034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rwfhe8yhBlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XE7bhnofAPY/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118325281834207026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfxucyhBzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m-upIygE4eo/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118325732805773122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwfyIsyhB0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/mg-NQfzxoVc/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118311464924415666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwflKMyhBrI/AAAAAAAAADs/GEIjEfDDYBo/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118311868651341506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RwflhsyhBsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YY1JHifzLV4/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These stuffs are only the beginning. There are more to come and I'll be going back! It's best if I get some sleep now I am really tired. Good night/morning peepz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7827034619615692833?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7827034619615692833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7827034619615692833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7827034619615692833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7827034619615692833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-hip-hop.html' title='Super Hip Hop.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rwfv2syhBwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aU4chJ0mFo8/s72-c/687438436843684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2683139303067169056</id><published>2007-10-01T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:11:24.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Late Update</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I last updated. Sorry guys. The past week wasn't really bad for me. It's just that, today is the 1st of October, which means there's only one month left for me to get my butt on the books and then face SPM. Today is also the first day of the PMR 2007 exam anyway. I can't help but miss my PMR year. I know I once mentioned that I hated the year 2005 in my previous Xanga blog, but come to think about it, I actually miss it. Despite having all those ups and downs which I had to encounter during that year, at least they made my life feeling... how to say?? CONTENDED I shall use this word. Haha. It was a pretty crazy Roller Coaster, but what the heck, I was only 15 by then. Still a little girl. And now I am 17. Man, time passes real fast! It's like, one blink of an eye and here I am, with only 2 months left being a high school student (unless of course, I join Form 6 next year). If you ask me which year I would most likely wanna turn back time to, I'd say... Form 4? Although I didn't enjoy this so called "Honeymoon year", but I'd pretty much like to return and focus on my Form 4 syllabus and not having to struggle like I am now. My screwed up "Honeymoon year". Yeah, damn screwed up. Oh well, I know there's gonna be another entry coming up about my high school years again. I'll most probably update you guys when &lt;em&gt;THE &lt;/em&gt;time is near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd better get going. Me wanna continue my exercises on Linear Programming in the Form 5 Additional Mathematics syllabus. And I don't think I'll be going to school tomorrow. Most probably not going. Dunno. Tata for now, peepz! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2683139303067169056?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2683139303067169056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2683139303067169056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2683139303067169056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2683139303067169056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-for-late-update.html' title='Sorry for the Late Update'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4650989465669836775</id><published>2007-09-23T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:59:19.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Events Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was one of the most important events of all for Ian and Yi Hua. It was their wedding ceremony at Jalan Imbi Chapel. Most of the AGC youths were their and other church members and of course, both of the couple's families. Ian's big smile. That was a really genuine one. When I saw it I felt really happy for him. Anyways, the ceremony started at around 2.35pm. Yi Hua was the most beautiful lady in the world. I love her wedding gown! (Particularly her necklace). Su Ann made them a slideshow and it made me almost wanted to cry. See them so happy, I began to wonder how will it be during my wedding ceremony. But that's gonna be ages away. I'm still seventeen huh. Here are some pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113220597217169890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RvXPCstXEeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0wYTrVck8sw/s320/6987438438463.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During the solemnization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113221262937100786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RvXPpctXEfI/AAAAAAAAACE/LTiO05xnt0o/s320/32543684168463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carmen and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113234839328723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RvXb_stXEgI/AAAAAAAAACM/HPRIr2tvr0I/s320/698436768786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite: Roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen fetched me home after the wedding ceremony ended (The photoshoot session and the flower-throwing thingy was pretty fun!). I took a bath and got ready for Grandma's birthday dinner in PJ. Arrived there in time. A few of my long distant cousins joined the dinner but I didn't get to talk to them cuz' I think that was my first time seeing them. I don't know them at all. Although we were sitting at the same table and they are my age. I chatted away with my close cousins who were in their twenties anyway throughout the night. The dinner was pretty good especially the Marmalade Prawns. One of my cousins (Mei Ling) baked 50 cup cakes for the guests. We left the place around ten plus and dropped Grandma at my uncle's house in Bangsar. So that was yesterday. Not much today cuz' I only went to church, came home and watched a documentary on Rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113381160274563602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RvZhEstXEhI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZpIGE2fKFwQ/s320/5874374843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cupcakes looked like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Milo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4650989465669836775?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4650989465669836775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4650989465669836775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4650989465669836775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4650989465669836775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-events-yesterday.html' title='Two Events Yesterday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RvXPCstXEeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0wYTrVck8sw/s72-c/6987438438463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7964094123879024685</id><published>2007-09-18T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:44:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to the Hospital.</title><content type='html'>Today Jeff and Yvonne Teh came to pick me up in the afternoon. We picked up Jee Yann after that and the four of us went over to Hospital Sentosa to visit Joseph. He had water in his lungs a few days ago but thank God he said he's fine and that he is able to be discharged after 3 to 4 days. Joseph seems pretty fine already, of course I hope he gets better. Oh well, God is with you and get well soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7964094123879024685?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7964094123879024685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7964094123879024685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7964094123879024685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7964094123879024685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/09/visit-to-hospital.html' title='A Visit to the Hospital.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-626513537383859752</id><published>2007-09-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:51:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying at the National Library</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to change my environment of studying. Went to the National Library alone. Well, my sis was with her gang of friends. They studied in the private room while I sat at the public area. Kamal came by. I studied History and Add Maths while he did law. It was pretty tiring after a long day. I left the library at 4 plus. Went for a treat at Secret Recipe. Got two slices of Choc Mud and Classic Cheese (lovely). But I went to McD to and got french fries and chicken nuggets as snacks. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-626513537383859752?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/626513537383859752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=626513537383859752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/626513537383859752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/626513537383859752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/09/studying-at-national-library.html' title='Studying at the National Library'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5822053944455635062</id><published>2007-09-09T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:57:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Lunch With Richard, Alexandria and Khai Xiang</title><content type='html'>Today after church, almost all of the Amp. Utd. members went to Kuan's Coffee House at Pandan Indah. These three dearest people: Richard, Alexandria and Khai Xiang will be going over to UK to further their studies by the end of this month. We occupied about 5 tables at the outdoor of the coffee house. It's been long since I last ate my real favourite dish (besides Maggie Mee) - Tom Yam noodles. Had Iced Green Tea and chocolate ice-cream after that. They all come in a set for RM9.90. And I wasn't surprised that Wai Kit ate another plate of Nasi Goreng Kampung after his Sambal Fried Lou Shu Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Alex and Khai Xiang will be leaving. Richard as well. I enjoyed the times with Alex during our "Catwalk" session and Sushi-making at Davis' house. And, I am so going to miss the Smiling Machine of AGC - Richard. So going to miss his smile. So going to miss calling him PC. Oh well, all the best you three! Goodbye Prince Charming! Haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5822053944455635062?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5822053944455635062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5822053944455635062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5822053944455635062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5822053944455635062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/09/farewell-lunch-with-richard-alexandria.html' title='Farewell Lunch With Richard, Alexandria and Khai Xiang'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5323667949231663332</id><published>2007-09-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:54:04.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was our country's 50th Birthday. I failed to go to Dataran Merdeka with Nicholas, Joshua and Po Leen. Most of us couldn't make it. I woke up at around 12.27pm when Jeff called me. I totally forgot about the Tesco shopping and food-cooking session at Davis' house. Jeff picked me up to Tesco anyway. Had KFC for brunch and bought stuffs which were needed for our cooking. Yupe, cooking for the night's Pot Luck and Pool party at Jee Yann's place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arrived Davis' house and started cooking. We were split into three groups. Alex's group made Cincau Tong Sui, Davis' group made Sushi and mine made mashed potatoes. The result turned out pretty ok, except for our dear Sushi, because we bought seaweed of Korean quality instead of the nice Japanese's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Sushi seemed to be pretty pleasant to most people at the party I think. There were plenty of food, namely salad, spagetti, fried stuff, fruits, cakes and others. My stomach was really filled to the top. Chit chatted around while the guys went wild and threw each other into the pool. We ended up at Jee Yann's apartment watching TV1 Live Show before we leave. Enjoyed myself. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105228959647854754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RtlqsKzY8KI/AAAAAAAAABU/-I1ol6XVFVo/s320/38484384384368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hui Cheng and Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105229848706085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rtlrf6zY8LI/AAAAAAAAABc/t4g5v1xVo8A/s320/38746843684136.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest and Yvonne Teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105231107131502802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RtlspKzY8NI/AAAAAAAAABs/msJlybC06js/s320/3645361536843651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105231382009409762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rtls5KzY8OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vD60QEgcS3g/s320/39483687436185369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boiling the potatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105230243843076290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rtlr26zY8MI/AAAAAAAAABk/oi7RgAUOhN0/s320/368743684385104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boiling the tong sui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5323667949231663332?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5323667949231663332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5323667949231663332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5323667949231663332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5323667949231663332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/09/31st-of-august.html' title='31st of August'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RtlqsKzY8KI/AAAAAAAAABU/-I1ol6XVFVo/s72-c/38484384384368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7503583855894294362</id><published>2007-08-22T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:15:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion of Tiara Ampang Childhood Friends</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, we had a reunion of Tiara Ampang childhood friends at Davis' house. The girls consists of me, Yee Vonne, Arika and Jung Min. The guys are Davis, Magna and Yun Jae. Arika and I bought Davis a black T-shirt and a really nice pair of red boxers. He was a bit shocked to see that. It was good to see Jonathan and David at Davis' house again. The BBQ lasted till 9pm + and I missed tuition that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom line is, me, Davis and Yee Vonne are having SPM this year. Magna and Jung Min just finished high school and Magna's in Lim Kok Wing College. He is staying all the way in Cyberjaya now. Jung Min will be leaving us this Friday. We just don't see each other as often anymore. I can remember those beautiful memories of us fighting and playing together when we were young. Those swimming, rock climbing and Halloween Trick-or-Treat outings were really something to store in our hearts forever. We were little brats in the past, and look at us now, grown up as full teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101433960904847474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RsvvKKzY8HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WFyWoRWgwRg/s320/DSCN1244.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101434373221707906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RsvviKzY8II/AAAAAAAAABE/XL5qAo0hQ0w/s320/DSCN1245.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing them a lot. I wonder what will happen to us when we all go to college. I hope to have this kind of reunion again. The laughters that we had on that day (it was Davis' birthday) almost collapsed the house. And I love Davis' sushi and his mom's pasta. Thanks Cindy for the chocolate cake. Oh well, it's hard to describe the feeling of hanging out with your childhood buddies again after such a long time. It's just... so valuable. I wouldn't trade it for anything. That's one benefit of living in a condominium like Tiara Ampang. *winl*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Milo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7503583855894294362?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7503583855894294362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7503583855894294362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7503583855894294362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7503583855894294362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/08/reunion-of-tiara-ampang-childhood.html' title='Reunion of Tiara Ampang Childhood Friends'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/RsvvKKzY8HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WFyWoRWgwRg/s72-c/DSCN1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4862954552879620551</id><published>2007-08-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:34:37.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Week of Havin' Exams</title><content type='html'>My trials started on the 8th of August and it started with Bahasa Melayu, the main subject of SPM. I can say that I didn't really do well in my trials, thanks to last minute and fooling around. It is now that I realised how serious I need to be. Been sleeping for 2 to 4 hours per night for the past one week. I deserved it anyway. But it's school term break this week. Which means I'll have one week to prepare for Biology, Chemistry and erm... Moral (urgh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Melayu: Not bad. I thought I couldn't do Paper 1 but my essay came up to 3 1/2 pages   long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: I'm pretty satisfied with my essay this time compared to my previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Mathematics: It was an easy paper. Didn't really do practices though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics: Sucks. The hardest paper I've ever sat in my life. Getting 'A', gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: I thought I could ace it but I couldn't remember much of what I studied due to cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EST: Wasn't a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: I don't really fancy this subject anymore. It wasn't OK. I might flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts: I'm done with Paper 2 and it was OK la. Surprised that I could balance my Lembaran Kerja and Realisasi. Was happy for it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just Biology, Chemistry, Accounts 1 and Pendidikan Moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4862954552879620551?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4862954552879620551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4862954552879620551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4862954552879620551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4862954552879620551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-week-of-havin-exams.html' title='The Past Week of Havin&apos; Exams'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3301949603495351125</id><published>2007-08-04T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:10:13.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiowei's House</title><content type='html'>Bored. I'm blogging this at Xiowei's house now. It's a typical Saturday today. I woke up at 11 plus this morning and I was supposed to go to Low Yat Plaza. But I went to Xiowei's house instead. Learnt about Earth As A Sphere in the Form 5 Modern Mathematics syllabus and I really really hate this chapter. Watched &lt;strong&gt;The Making of Disturbia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Fright Plane&lt;/strong&gt;. Ordered McD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for my dad to pick me up now. Going to AGC later for song fest practice. Catch you guys later! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3301949603495351125?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3301949603495351125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3301949603495351125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3301949603495351125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3301949603495351125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-xioweis-house.html' title='Xiowei&apos;s House'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4726485360023639810</id><published>2007-07-26T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:15:05.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Drama in My Life</title><content type='html'>All my life I've seen so many dramas, but this one... Just happened a few minutes ago, was indeed the BIGGEST one I've ever encountered, or witnessed. And it all took place in my little home here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is quiet now. I can only hear the sound of the heavy rain from my window and the noisy tappings coming from my keyboard. Dad is in his room, acting like nothing has happened, but I know that millions of thoughts are running through his mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen mom so angry before. Not angry as in violently, but angry as in, hurtfully. She rushed out of the house, and I can slightly imagine what's gonna happen in the office. I can feel that she's really hurt, really angry. And I thought I was the one who got hurt in the house, but now, mom's even more hurt. She's feeling worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is goodbye Dewi. Seriously, I don't know what else to elaborate. I'm just too... stunned now. I've been silent since mom left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't say it's a trauma. But it was a drama. Drama which happened LIVE at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared and Shivering,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4726485360023639810?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4726485360023639810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4726485360023639810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4726485360023639810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4726485360023639810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/07/biggest-drama-in-my-life.html' title='The Biggest Drama in My Life'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-4412432952774468448</id><published>2007-07-25T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:02:41.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile Being Turned Upside Down</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get really frustrated with myself. I am just any other teenager who goes through all the ups and downs in life. People always tell me to cheer up and chill. Yes, I've been trying hard to do so. I've been smiling. But Pn. Chu gave me a lecture today. She said the smile I put up, is quite fake. And that she and a lot of people can tell that I'm pressured and unhappy. I tried hard to stop torturing myself. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was okay. But my smile turned up side down and my mood changed while I was in the canteen after Chemistry class. My heart, which has just finished mended, not yet fully recovered, broke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Suetmei. I'm sorry that I lied to you. I lied to you cuz' I was being kiasu just now. I lied cuz' it really bugs me to know that you know more things than I do about a person whom you don't know at all. It bugs me and makes me such a fool that you know something from him that I don't. But the bottom line is, I got hurt when you told me about that website of his. I was crushed and I felt betrayed that while we were still close, he didn't tell me a thing. Yes, I felt really BETRAYED. And I didn't know about it at all. You may think that I'm just being sensitive again. It ain't a joke. No, I'm not over with it yet. I'm just in the process of recovering. But it got blocked half way through. But, I would APPRECIATE it if you would just let me know about stuffs which I don't know about him, when you get to know about them. Better than to hide it from me. I hate stuffs being hidden from me, especially in this area. So yeah, do me a favour alright dude? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cheered me up a little when I saw Jeff's car and he and Anna waved at me inside. Xiow Wei and I got in and Jeff drove us home. I hope Jeff can come to my house to swim again. That way I'll have the time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad and frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-4412432952774468448?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/4412432952774468448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=4412432952774468448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4412432952774468448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/4412432952774468448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/07/smile-being-turned-upside-down.html' title='A Smile Being Turned Upside Down'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-857046571415818281</id><published>2007-07-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:43:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer Ain't Workin'.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I can update my blog often these days. I'm using my dad's computer now. And yeah, he ain't very pleased with that. My darn computer ain't working! I turned on the switch but the screen remained black and there was this weird buzzing sound coming out from the CPU and then within a few minutes, it just died off. I want it working so badly. It has no idea (well, of course it has no idea) that how much I've been missing out. I can't go online, I can't check my mails, I can't do my presentations, and most important of all, I can PRINT stuff! I'm gonna call the Dell fella tomorrow, and remind me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day wasn't as bad. Just that I went out too long for today. It's 9.40pm now. I just got back home. In the morning I went to church, as usual. Then came home for lunch. Went out to Renaissance Hotel with my parents. Went to Low Yat plaza after that. Dad got my sis a new handphone and myself a new 1 GB memory card! Weeee!!!!! =P Despite that all, I got Add Maths homework to rush tonight. And it's proving identities. Hard ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now. Hope my PC's gonna get well soon. Tata for now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-857046571415818281?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/857046571415818281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=857046571415818281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/857046571415818281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/857046571415818281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-computer-aint-workin.html' title='My Computer Ain&apos;t Workin&apos;.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2734959304886162100</id><published>2007-07-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:54:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Any Other Days.</title><content type='html'>My week has been like any other ordinary week. Go to school, come back from school, study, go tuition, study, sleep. Many said I should go get a life. But I say, that my trials are coming up next month, and I'm running out of time. I gotta study. And if it wasn't for that bloody scholarship. Whatever you can name. Just that yesterday I went to ARBS for their IU. Theme is Egypt. Not bad so far. I like the Chinese Yoyo performance best. Anyways, I gotta get going. So much to catch up. I'll see you later, if I can. Chiao! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2734959304886162100?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2734959304886162100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2734959304886162100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2734959304886162100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2734959304886162100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/07/like-any-other-days.html' title='Like Any Other Days.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-5488769355515628068</id><published>2007-07-04T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:34:52.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy</title><content type='html'>It's common for us teenagers to go through all these ups and downs in our adolecent stage. I've been feeling quite down lately. Sort of like, depressed, basically unhappy since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday in church I thought I could enjoy myself in the presence of God and hang out with the youth (i haven't been seeing them for two weeks).  But I felt... unhappy. I didn't talk much and my whole body just felt like sinking. The mood ain't there at all. The Chunky Kit Kat bar did help a bit, but it didn't keep me cheered up for a long time. I didn't make it for the steamboat dinner at Ampang Waterfront either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, eventhough my highlight of the day was the movie "Transformers", it didn't quite cheer me up as well especially in tuition at night. I thought I could enjoy myself and be happy around with Jiann Yuh, Anna, Wai Kit, Jee Yann and Michelle Lee, but I didn't really talk much with them. In tuition, I couldn't really talk much with Po Leen, Joshua, Nick, Shaf and the rest. Just felt so... depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, at school I couldn't put up a natural smile either. I just ain't happy. Too many things running into my head and I can't cope up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta run to bed now. In a few hours' time I gotta get up and get ready for school. Cheer me up? I hope you can. Please do. I'd be real thankful. =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-5488769355515628068?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/5488769355515628068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=5488769355515628068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5488769355515628068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/5488769355515628068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/07/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-7057214625479734399</id><published>2007-06-30T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:40:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Although Most Things are Almost Over.</title><content type='html'>It's after IU now. I just gotta wait till I'm officially retired from my Assistant Secretary of Prefectorial Board on [God knows when] and Community Service Director post on the 1st of July. I'm focusing on my studies, currently. Trials are next month and I haven't even finished covering my Form 4 topics. Yes, I know, call me Dead Meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel that I'm a bit stressed up now. Almost all the time, my minds are all "Have you done your Chemistry yet?", "Did your Add Maths?", "Still watching Heroes ah? Not guilty meh??". My mind's crazy. Please, someone get me outta there! I don't wanna end up like Michelle Lee *wink* =P What should I do? Yes I know, relax. But it ain't an easy job man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner now. Can't really go online that often these days. My sister has been occupying the computer for her favourite Taiwan soaps. See ya guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-7057214625479734399?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/7057214625479734399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=7057214625479734399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7057214625479734399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/7057214625479734399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/06/although-most-things-are-almost-over.html' title='Although Most Things are Almost Over.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-8585708536041051196</id><published>2007-06-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:45:34.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>It's been like, two weeks since I last got on to the Internet. No idea why though, I just didn't have the time to come online. Oh, my dad got himself a new desktop, which is a cool Compaq P4. And I... Well, to be precise, me and my sister, got his Dell desktop! I was happy to get his flat screen computer in my room (good thing for a flat screen, you know how my desk is so packed up). Sad thing, most of the programmes installed in my previous computer ain't in this new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Saturday was our AGC Family Fun and Food Fair. Yeah, I got a couple of injuries due to making burgers out of Anna's electric grill pan. From there, I realised how hard it was and I salute those Ramli Burger sellers by the streets. We made a profit of RM300 I think. When it was over, I got a ride to Great Eastern Mall and back home in Kamal's Cuttie (Fiat Multipla)! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty dreadful for me. It was Hari Usahawan and my class did the "Rumah Hantu". I'm sure you guys would've guessed who I dressed - Samara from The Ring. Yeap, with my long hair and the height *coughs* =P. But hey, it ain't freakin' easy at all to play Samara. Sabilah and Sasa made me a black well using card boxes, and I gotta be inside, squat down, stand up when the curtains open to scare. Damn my legs are hurtful now and I ain't having a good time walking. I noticed my actions slowed down too due to the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so much for all these. One more event coming up -  ARGS IU Day "Maasai Madness". This Saturday at 10.00am. Be present for all you who are reading this alright? So much to do, so little time. Yeah, this can be my favourite quote. I'll update you again. See you soon, peepz! Muaks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milo -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-8585708536041051196?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/8585708536041051196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=8585708536041051196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8585708536041051196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/8585708536041051196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-3775167550601664207</id><published>2007-06-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:20:48.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days Are Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeap, school days are back. I pretty much didn't get to do what I want to do during the hols. I know I spent a lot of time watching series on TV. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoyed myself at Roschana's house last Friday. I miss her so much! It was a long journey for us to get to her house, even from Bukit Jalil LRT station, all the way to Bandar Kinrara. Long distance. Basically we did some crazy stuff there. Hanging out with your girlfriends are like one of the best things in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074744926751092946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rm0dn6y28NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xoGSW-7lT_U/s320/183601594l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clockwise from top : Cheng Wen, me, Kun Hui and Roschana. My babes! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074745377722659042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rm0eCKy28OI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zlcO589jUwY/s320/562510087l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; That's her bear she won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074746266780889346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rm0e16y28QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DOHBu_sn_Eo/s320/570077157l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Just fooling around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last weekend was pretty fun. Like on Saturday I went roller blading at Sg. Wang with Kamal and my sister. Well, my falls werent' as serious as the previous one. Just a couple of bruises on my knees, one on the side of my waist and the other on the side of my right thigh, again. We had sushi (man, it's been long since I last ate at Sushi King!). He drove me home with his cool Fiat Multipla car. Damn cute wei! Haha. Thanks for the ride, Kamal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, we were supposed to go to UKRC after finish wrapping books at church. But it turned out to be a rainy evening. Wai Kit drove me and Davis to Olden Ship Pandan Indah for our late lunch. At night, I had to rush my last minute procrastinated work. How bad that was! Slept at 2am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I gotta go for tuition now. God bless and have a nice day! Muaks! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Milo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-3775167550601664207?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/3775167550601664207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=3775167550601664207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3775167550601664207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/3775167550601664207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-days-are-back.html' title='School Days Are Back!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Rm0dn6y28NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xoGSW-7lT_U/s72-c/183601594l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169643348794886223.post-2951610820441535936</id><published>2007-06-07T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:31:56.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day</title><content type='html'>Thank God I called Arika before I went to school. The plan at school was cancelled. I was all dressed up and was waiting for the lift until I called Arika. She told me, plan cancelled. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Heroes the whole morning and afternoon. But hey, I did a little bit of accounts, ok? Hehe. Went out for a jog in the evening after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better get going. I'm gonna have accounts tuition soon so tata for now! Love ya! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169643348794886223-2951610820441535936?l=michielow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/feeds/2951610820441535936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169643348794886223&amp;postID=2951610820441535936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2951610820441535936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169643348794886223/posts/default/2951610820441535936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michielow.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-day.html' title='2nd Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157928681673108749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgnzj9NkGY/Si02fJsWRXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oI6EqIxwj4I/S220/17042009031smudged.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
