<?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-7531243041353794463</id><updated>2012-01-29T03:40:34.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>~Ordinary words~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3581574374503641027</id><published>2012-01-29T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T03:40:34.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>There are many types of friends you may have in this world.. there are people u know, virtual friends, normal friends, good friends, close friends, buddies, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a type of friends, whom will always be willing to stand by u no matter what ... whatever u do/done, whatever u say, whatever choices u make, whatever person u turnout to be... they will always be there for u... helping u up when u fall, cheering u up when u're down, guiding u when u feel lost, just standing by u when u need no comments... never laughing at u, never judgmental about ur decisions... Some people call this group of friends 'hiong tai'/'ji mui' , some people refer to them as soulmates/buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of friends are hard to come by... some people spend their life looking, only to meet that one or two; while some people meet none... but I am very proud to say that i have not one, not two, but a few :) and I am very grateful for having them in my life ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are also a type of friends... where they may, to the extend, be total strangers, but are still willing to lend a helping hand, a strong shoulder, a cheerful joke, a listening ear whenever u need it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3581574374503641027?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3581574374503641027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3581574374503641027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3581574374503641027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7535683237322343863</id><published>2012-01-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:46:07.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had such a friend?&lt;br /&gt;That you have known each other for the longest of time, practically growing up together...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, after all these time, are still like complete strangers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you have not interacted with each other...&lt;br /&gt;Not that you have not talked (well, very the extremely minimal, in this case)&lt;br /&gt;Not that you have totally nothing in common...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just,&lt;br /&gt;neither had found the reason to be close...&lt;br /&gt;neither had the initiative to start a friendly relationship...&lt;br /&gt;And now, neither knows how to really cross that barrier in between :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward &gt;.&lt; sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-7535683237322343863?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7535683237322343863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7535683237322343863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7535683237322343863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence.html' title='Silence...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3779833060743663896</id><published>2011-12-15T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:05:38.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/12/11</title><content type='html'>今天大早就接到一通电话... 呵呵 ^^ 开心 开心 ... 本来, 还以为那铁石心肠的人会等到闲空的时候才懂得找我...谁知道, 竟然一下飞机就懂得要打给我了... 嘻嘻 :D 算他有良心 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天是考试的最后一天: 早上那科考得应该还可以; 下午那个就真的不知道勒 &gt;&lt; 咳~  祈祷 祈祷 ... 希望一切顺利过关 O.o 期待明天公布的成绩...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一眨眼,&lt;br /&gt;两年就过去了...&lt;br /&gt;Diploma 也读完了...&lt;br /&gt;再过3个月就要进Degree了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间过得好快哦~&lt;br /&gt;希望在这些时间里大家都有学到了一些什么,  都有进步/长大了那么一点点 ^^&lt;div 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^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6800344499515974273</id><published>2011-11-04T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:41:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maze of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is like a maze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you start off walking with no idea you are going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after some time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you start to find you way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you think you found your direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet, sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it all suddenly evaporates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you lose your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you search again&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&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;am feeling so lost&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;what's my life about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's my goal??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is it that i really want???&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;where am i now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where am i headed??&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;sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BIG SIGH&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: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it really IS time i should grow up and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6800344499515974273?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6800344499515974273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/maze-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6800344499515974273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6800344499515974273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/maze-of-life.html' title='The Maze of Life'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7377367416574244575</id><published>2011-11-04T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:34:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already half of Term6 has past, and Diploma would very soon come to an end.. Wishing time would slow, or even better, come to a stand-still.. Am not liking the idea of Finals Exam approaching.. sigh... May things go well... AND the parting of some friends :( all good things would eventually come to an end... too bad, so sad... maybe some would stay close, while some would surely drift apart... haiz... why am i getting like so emo &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, can't help thinking of the long awaited 2months holiday.. haha.. still not too sure of what to do with it yet.. hmm... perhaps work?? well i'm sure there'll be plenty of play... wakakaka... Hope my schedule would be able to fit everything in... lol... we'll see how ^^ Pray for a nice part-time ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished and summited my PSR today.. wakaka.. feels like a burden off my shoulders now ^^ have been procrastinating way too much recently ( NOT GOOD !!! ) Next on the list, Menu-upselling and all theory papers... i wonder when i would really start &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-7377367416574244575?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7377367416574244575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/term-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;saw this on FB... very interesting interpretation... haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;摩羯座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;代表人物：《火影忍者》我爱罗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摩羯座是一个由极端混合而成的矛盾体，从来不曾有哪一个星座曾像&lt;wbr&gt;​他们一样痛苦地在成为一个好人还是坏人的思虑中，那么频繁&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;而且痛苦的挣扎，他们一方面热切的希望自己能化作和煦的春光复舒&lt;wbr&gt;​万物，一方面又会疯狂的期盼自己能变作三尺寒冰冻结天地。可对于&lt;wbr&gt;​这个冬季出生的人群来说，对温暖的追求又是那么执著，所以到了最&lt;wbr&gt;​后，他总是又跳跃回去，积极地培育自己的春光一样的明媚品质了，&lt;wbr&gt;​成为一个好人带给他们的快感似乎更容易让他们就觉得陶醉。相对于&lt;wbr&gt;​他们自身的感受而言，他们并不愿陷在任何负面的阴暗情绪里。但同&lt;wbr&gt;​时又觉得做个坏人也没什么不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一般来讲，孩童时期，他们是最乖巧惹人疼的乖宝宝，而年轻的魔羯&lt;wbr&gt;​总是容易显得孤僻不合群，年纪越大的魔羯在社会上越如鱼得水，老&lt;wbr&gt;​了之后，他们往往会成为难得的和蔼又宽容的代表（尽管这宽容和和&lt;wbr&gt;​蔼来的那么像扑面而来的皇权的体贴，让人面对时虽然觉得温暖却不&lt;wbr&gt;​敢靠近放肆）。虽然他们终身致力于中庸的调和，又向往任何明媚的&lt;wbr&gt;​气质，但这种根深蒂固的极端总是很容易失去控制，让他们在社会中&lt;wbr&gt;​莫名的感到落落寡欢。魔羯的极端，是矛盾的状态，很爱很恨，总在&lt;wbr&gt;​两端不停跳跃，找不到中间平衡态，所以魔羯座对自己的情绪也会有&lt;wbr&gt;​困惑，于是他们就在这种激烈撞击的心理状态下表现出一如既往的漠&lt;wbr&gt;​然，不然他是没有办法思考的，“自己到底在想什么？自己到底站在&lt;wbr&gt;​哪一边？”就在这种冷漠的伪装中，魔羯正在反反复复整理自己的各&lt;wbr&gt;​种相互矛盾的情绪和想法，而这就成了世人眼中的深思熟虑吧。想必&lt;wbr&gt;​魔羯在有的时候会羡慕天蝎和天平：一个的爱恨有方向&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（非爱即恨），一个的爱恨是完全调和的（没有最最爱也没有最最恨&lt;wbr&gt;​）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要让身边的魔羯去分析一个人的优缺点，如果他想说，那么你会发&lt;wbr&gt;​现这个人的无论优点还是缺点都统统无所遁形，你发现他可能分析到&lt;wbr&gt;​别人的一句话一个动作，也用上了自己的第六感。你会一边赞叹魔羯&lt;wbr&gt;​的惊人的分析别人能力，一边又暗暗出冷汗，觉得魔羯竟然这么分析&lt;wbr&gt;​别人？！真是有点老谋深算的感觉。如果他不想说，你就会发现他好&lt;wbr&gt;​像对任何人都好冷漠，对任何事都漠不关心，如果他心情亢奋，你也&lt;wbr&gt;​许又会看到另外两个形象：也许非常刻薄，也许非常赞许。魔羯是一&lt;wbr&gt;​个十分敏感的星座，他能够通过一件小事看透一个人，也十分了解什&lt;wbr&gt;​么是好的，什么是适合社会的，同时，魔羯又是一个极其爱自我怀疑&lt;wbr&gt;​的星座，当别人流露出美好气质的时候，他会立刻丢弃自己关于别人&lt;wbr&gt;​缺点的分析，所以说起来，魔羯其实很容易上当受骗，也很容易受伤&lt;wbr&gt;​害。因为他们天生的敏感，倒也很容易察觉到自己被骗了，这时他们&lt;wbr&gt;​极端的性格再次发挥作用：当他们看到别人表现出好的一面时，对别&lt;wbr&gt;​人的信任是绝对的，不参杂的；而当他们发现，即使是一件微不足道&lt;wbr&gt;​的小事上的欺骗，他们就绝不会再信任了。&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　&lt;br /&gt;很少有人和别人交往是从绝对的信任开始，可是魔羯是。这听起来真&lt;wbr&gt;​不像是天天把人性分析得那么透彻的魔羯所为，但这却是千真万确的&lt;wbr&gt;​。魔羯总是很轻易的就把一个以前从未接触过的陌生人定义为好人，&lt;wbr&gt;​别人说什么他都会信以为真。而且他们一旦对别人建立良好的印象就&lt;wbr&gt;​很难消除。非常容易被感动，最有报恩的冲动：你要是毫无条件的帮&lt;wbr&gt;​他一回，他可能表面不动声色，却暗暗想把你一辈子都包揽照顾起来&lt;wbr&gt;​。他们总是把自己的责任看得太重，一旦帮了忙他就是拼了老命也要&lt;wbr&gt;​做得尽善尽美，不能容忍别人有一点不满意。所以尽管求他们办事很&lt;wbr&gt;​难，可一旦答应你就放一百二十个心吧！&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;这仿佛是个从桃源来的圣人。可他并不是。他只不过习惯了自我伤害&lt;wbr&gt;​罢了！事事走极端的性格是他的致命伤，他们至少要活到50岁往上&lt;wbr&gt;​才学会“和别人的交往要从怀疑到信任，不要太追求绝对”这句话的&lt;wbr&gt;​一星半点，而且只是偶尔拿出来用用。虽然这句话他们只有十岁大的&lt;wbr&gt;​时候就拿出来时常告诫别人。他们的信任来的太干脆，他们的爱来的&lt;wbr&gt;​太纯粹，他们的付出来的太珍贵。正因为此，他们的目光就开始格外&lt;wbr&gt;​的敏锐审慎了。一件小事的背叛和欺骗都逃不过那双炯炯的法眼，他&lt;wbr&gt;​们看在眼里，感到的是铺天盖地的失望和打击和震惊，对所有的人性&lt;wbr&gt;​都批判了一遍。明明是件无关紧要的小事一件，可他们却在自己的心&lt;wbr&gt;​里狠狠的插上一刀。他们什么也不会说出来，却开始怀疑自己的付出&lt;wbr&gt;​是不是值得。但是，他又那么容易原谅，是真正的那种原谅，所有的&lt;wbr&gt;​伤害就像忘记了一样。接着，再一件事，再在自己心里狠狠插上一刀&lt;wbr&gt;​，再原谅。他们一旦决定付出情感，总是太汹涌澎湃了，通常是易放&lt;wbr&gt;​难收。然而，再接着，一件事又一件事，一刀又一刀…（至于他到底&lt;wbr&gt;​能承受多少次伤害，就要看你们的感情已经培养了多久，有多么深厚&lt;wbr&gt;​了）终于有一次，他的所有伤口一起崩裂，他的所有关于伤害的记忆&lt;wbr&gt;​都突然复活了——而在此之前他对你的付出是不打折扣的，虽然他总&lt;wbr&gt;​是对你陷在又爱又恨的矛盾中——他对你就一下子一点感情也没有了&lt;wbr&gt;​，即使不是决裂也只剩应付而已，彻底的冷漠速冻了他的心。他感到&lt;wbr&gt;​屈辱，被利用被愚弄被欺骗了，之后所有的情绪都将不复存在，你们&lt;wbr&gt;​曾经的感情烟消雾散，他想起你就觉得厌倦。很多和摩羯最终达到这&lt;wbr&gt;​种状态的人往往很奇怪：为什么那么多事情他都忍受了也没说，偏偏&lt;wbr&gt;​最后再一件小事上突然如此绝情呢？魔羯不会告诉你他是被最后一根&lt;wbr&gt;​稻草压死的骆驼，他很可能在最后很沉默，因为他不再觉得有说任何&lt;wbr&gt;​话的意义了，决定的事情没有更改的余地，根本没有向一个和他再没&lt;wbr&gt;​有关系的人解释的必要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要伤害魔羯，这是我的忠告。他们经不起一点点的欺骗背叛，如果&lt;wbr&gt;​你能对他坦诚，付出真心，他能把灵魂交给你保管，刀山火海无所畏&lt;wbr&gt;​惧，绝对是最值得相交的朋友。说魔羯冷漠自私实际等等等等的人请&lt;wbr&gt;​你回忆一下，不要放过一点细枝末节，你对魔羯冷漠过自私过实际过&lt;wbr&gt;​吗？你只要动过这个念头，就不要再抱怨了，你的一个动作一个眼神&lt;wbr&gt;​一句话一个表情早已让他们看的清清楚楚了。他们早已在内心把你这&lt;wbr&gt;​个没想真心对待他的人给否决掉了。你不配让他们付出百分之百的情&lt;wbr&gt;​感。而把感情分成份儿，他从来不会。所以魔羯可能会变得世故，却&lt;wbr&gt;​一辈子也无法圆滑。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;魔羯会报复吗？很少吧，尽管他时常觉得自己受到了伤害，但却很少&lt;wbr&gt;​真正记在心上。除非你真的冲破了他的底线，否则很难激起他主动报&lt;wbr&gt;​复你的欲望，更多的时候，他们只是在消极对抗，对所有关于你的事&lt;wbr&gt;​情都变得无动于衷，袖手旁观罢了。但是——--倘若他真的决定了&lt;wbr&gt;​要报复你，不得不替你惋惜，上天入地都将如影随形，他默默寻觅你&lt;wbr&gt;​的致命伤，不吝于任何手段以达目的。如果你还安好，只不过是他还&lt;wbr&gt;​不能确定能将你一棒子打死，正在等待时机，积聚力量。这个悲观的&lt;wbr&gt;​星座总是会向后远观800年，深信冤冤相报何时了，所以他只要能&lt;wbr&gt;​忽略就统统忽略，而他一旦出手开始报复，就将势必斩草除根，除恶&lt;wbr&gt;​务尽了，绝不给你东山再起的再去报复他的机会。那么他的底线在哪&lt;wbr&gt;​里？一般埋得很深，一万米以下吧。因为他总是幻想自己是做一个心&lt;wbr&gt;​怀善意的好人。所以说体验过的人也不能不说是一种幸运。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;他们是如此单纯又是如此工于心计，他们是如此无私又是如此自我，&lt;wbr&gt;​他们是如此向往光明又是如此沉溺于黑暗，他们是如此自信又是如此&lt;wbr&gt;​自卑，他们是如此慷慨大方又是如此悭吝小气，他们是如此敏感细致&lt;wbr&gt;​又是如此麻木迟钝，他们是如此热情如火又是如此冷若冰霜，他们是&lt;wbr&gt;​如此崇拜权力又是如此蔑视权威，他们是如此墨守陈规又是如此渴求&lt;wbr&gt;​自由，他们是如此追逐功成名就又是如此淡泊名利，他们是如此绝对&lt;wbr&gt;​信任又是如此多疑，他们是如此一诺千金又是如此幡然毁约，他们是&lt;wbr&gt;​如此浪漫温柔又是如此不解风情，他们是如此瞬息万变又是如此一层&lt;wbr&gt;​不变。他们的星座是魔羯。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;魔羯没有中间态。终其一生忍受内心各种相互矛盾的极端之间的冲突&lt;wbr&gt;​，无法清楚、绝对的表达自己是他们的宿命。到底是正还是邪？是善&lt;wbr&gt;​还是恶？他注定了感受误解、孤独、摇摆和困惑。他注定了越来越沉&lt;wbr&gt;​默。每一个泪水滑落的瞬间，是他们在轻轻和自己拥抱。他像追日的&lt;wbr&gt;​夸父，穷毕生之力寻找一个可以用尽他们所有的善而或所有的恶的人&lt;wbr&gt;​，让人性能够不再选择中挣扎，可是终将至死无果。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;然而，我想，当走向人生的尽头，魔羯回首的那刻一定是在微笑着：&lt;wbr&gt;​所有的善恶都是我，我的良心一路而来依旧清澈鲜活。我是魔羯，你&lt;wbr&gt;​无须懂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-4658738644504604900?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4658738644504604900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4658738644504604900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4658738644504604900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='摩羯座'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2319516076476874067</id><published>2011-05-28T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:31:16.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel so bloody deserted in KL right now! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;detached?&lt;br /&gt;missed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i feel what you feel now :(&lt;br /&gt;all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry?? :(&lt;br /&gt;i know it came too late&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think, u won't even c this right?&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly so miss u girls back in JB&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/7531243041353794463-2319516076476874067?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2319516076476874067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-so-bloody-deserted-in-kl-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2319516076476874067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2319516076476874067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-so-bloody-deserted-in-kl-right.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4051658039880378063</id><published>2011-04-22T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:04:41.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't fully understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much less to express it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where??&lt;br /&gt;where can i go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who??&lt;br /&gt;?? who ??&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/7531243041353794463-4051658039880378063?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4051658039880378063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-many-feelings-cant-fully-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4051658039880378063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4051658039880378063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-many-feelings-cant-fully-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6673669473805569921</id><published>2011-04-22T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:05:35.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words so true</title><content type='html'>Saw these in an e-mail... so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvsV7HYq9bs/TbD9cEJqStI/AAAAAAAAAQo/P_DWwMLYBYI/s1600/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvsV7HYq9bs/TbD9cEJqStI/AAAAAAAAAQo/P_DWwMLYBYI/s400/ATT00001.jpg" alt="" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/words-so-true.html' title='Words so true'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvsV7HYq9bs/TbD9cEJqStI/AAAAAAAAAQo/P_DWwMLYBYI/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6958454655803973846</id><published>2010-08-19T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:25:33.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having quite a life lately. But very lazy to blog. haha. Now the common thing for me to do online would be going on facebook, spend most of the time there, offline, and go to sleep. Which also explains my absence in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Aug 2010, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream of someone... hmm... let's not recap that dream... forget all about it babe... it's not healthy for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended waking up at 8.47am, having a 9am class that morning. lol. Jumped right out of bed and started dashing about with as little noise as i could manage. Was out of the house in less in 10minutes. Pro can? haha... took the 9am shuttle to school (just nice timing ma)... Reached class just in time, thanks to Mr. Patrick. haha. Lucky for me I was running late that day, or i would have chosen to wear my sport shoes to class and get kicked out. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played dodge ball whole afternoon. hmm. was quite slacking that day. sorry. Hit Adam out of the game twice. lol. The story of the Rabbit and the Hare?? lol... anyway, damn sia suei can?? of target long way whey =.= we started playing skipping ropes with the string Andrea brought to measure the court. haha. fun whey. long time never play already. losing my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the 6pm bus because there were just too play people fighting for it. oh well, took the 7pm instead. Reached home late, everybody already eaten. cooked myself Evelyn's instant noodles. nice ^^ once in a while la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Aug 2010, Thrusday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit of a day can? hmm... not really that shitty also la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up bright and early, which is a good thing compared to yesterday. Roamed around the house, tried to study a bit. Decided to throw the damn rubbish out. MAGGOTS whey!!! walao... G.R.O.S.S ... started splashing water over the whole area, washing everything out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had more than half my mind in who-knows-where... ended up stepping on you-know-what :S grr... see how sucky my day started off... anyways, got rid of it, that's what matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest if the day went on just fine... i guess... oh well, let's just count those disappointments out... it's nothing really.... waited a looong time for the bus... came home, changed, and headed out for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Bak Kut Teh for dinner ^^ at some shop nearby... not very nice to be honest... ever heard eating chicken rice with Bak Kut Teh?? =.= you'll get what i mean when i said 'not very nice'... all in all, still acceptable gua   O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assessment tommorow... cheers whey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6958454655803973846?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6958454655803973846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-having-quite-life-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6958454655803973846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6958454655803973846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-having-quite-life-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6470183257286274886</id><published>2010-08-14T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:08:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reluctant Saint</title><content type='html'>Went for yet another play last night... The Reluctant Saint... By far the best play I've been to... haha... from someone who never ever went to stage plays (excluding children/teenagers cost play/Christmas play), I've been to 2plays in less than half a year :D Twelfth Night &amp;amp; The Reluctant Saint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to last night's... My brother was supposed to pick me at 5.30pm, but only reached my place at 6.30pm due to the jam... After picking me, we jammed our way to SS2... well, i wasn't affected by the jam too much, because I slept my way through until we were almost reaching SS2... haha :P tired sial... picked a friend there, then sped our way to the play which was somewhere in the KL area... total jam time was 2hours plus, was so worried that we would only be able to catch less than half of the play... miraculously, the rest of the way was almost free of cars... so got there only 15minutes late or so... haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the play... they really did a very great job :)) applause applause... quite professional... their voices were... prefect?? emotional?? touching?? enchanting :)) haha... very nice... i especially liked the male lead... his voice was touching, very got the feeling ah... u know... haha... though I'm very not an artistic person, and only i understood...erm...perhaps 3 out of 7 words sang... still, caught the overall :)) lost my translator/interpreter after the first half of the play... George had to sit in the next row, some distant away from us, because his ticket said so... haha... poor thing... oh well, I guessed he enjoyed it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around midnight... haha... it's the weekend anyways :)  Lots of reports waiting for me... jiayou!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6470183257286274886?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6470183257286274886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/reluctant-saint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6470183257286274886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6470183257286274886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/reluctant-saint.html' title='The Reluctant Saint'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2248196827559761008</id><published>2010-08-12T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:20:44.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been having quite a busy life lately... damn tired de whey... but life is fun ^^ so no complains... live it to the fullest man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been exercising a lot lately ^^ Since last Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;-Dodge ball&lt;br /&gt;-Swimming&lt;br /&gt;-Gym&lt;br /&gt;-Gym again&lt;br /&gt;-Service class&lt;br /&gt;-Dodge ball again&lt;br /&gt;-Commis, skipped dodge ball (sorry Qing :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... having fun though :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the fats are coming off me in ways... more is growing on =.= had 2 roti planta just today (lunch and dinner) effort going down the drain?? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2248196827559761008?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2248196827559761008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-been-having-quite-busy-life-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2248196827559761008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2248196827559761008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-been-having-quite-busy-life-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8218931514135986538</id><published>2010-08-07T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:35:48.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screams went unheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hi,  Mommy. I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old.  You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell  you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown  eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm  born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and  only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each  other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor  when I grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;You  found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait  to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was  perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I  will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I  know it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Today  was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me!  ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you  noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock,  and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were  still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary,  Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying  up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were  crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel  good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you  again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't  right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it,  Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Finally,  you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so  proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you  were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful  voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And  you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy.  When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud,  and I will love you with all of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I  can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your  hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love  you, Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Daddy  came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny  and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know  why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy.  When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect  you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I  think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He  doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;It's  been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or  touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I  still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when  you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug  me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that  when you're awake, any more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I'm  21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going  somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a  hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell  you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;...Mommy,  I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what  you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's  going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please  tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mommy,  what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels  bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Don't  worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me  what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Why,  Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get  rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong,  Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you  love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live,  Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and  not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me,  Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and  grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me  again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love  you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I love you, Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Every abortion is just…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;One more heart that was stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Two more eyes that will never see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Two more hands that will never touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Two more legs that will never run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;One more mouth that will never speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs046.snc4/34645_412899620671_701530671_5132646_2558209_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline ! important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs046.snc4/34645_412899620671_701530671_5132646_2558209_a.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you’re against abortion, reblog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8218931514135986538?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8218931514135986538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/screams-went-unheard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8218931514135986538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8218931514135986538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/screams-went-unheard.html' title='Screams went unheard'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5236115202145900591</id><published>2010-07-09T17:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:51:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>This piece of post have been accumulating dust in my drafts for about 2weeks. About time I finished it. haha. sorry for the looooong wait. There's really not much news in it already, so you can kindly skip it. I foresee it's gonna be very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7  July 2010, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Singapore to meet Qing. Got up at  7.25am and was ready around 8am, to find my dad still in bed. Woke him  up. He was supposed to take me out for breakfast on the way to town.  Little did i know, a grown up adult men at his age whole need a whole  full hour to get out of the house =.= ended up behind schedule about an  hour. Had breakfast and reached the custom without much happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  real fun to things on your own, such as crossing the custom or taking  public transportation. Well, at least I enjoy it :)) All was well, kind  of followed the crowd to lead me in the right directions at points. Met  up with Qing around 11.30am at Orchard Road, and started to walk walk  walk and more walking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Qing is fun :D looked  in shops i don't usually get to come across, or say don't usually get to  shop at. It's good there's people like Qing that will bring me to these  places, you know. haha. Although i live so very near to Singapore, the  only times i got to go to Orchard Road is when it's getting dark and the  shops are mostly closing :( sad case. Though i ended up not buying even  a single thing, oh well, never mind. The fun part's the shopping,  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About shopping with Qing. haha. She really kind of a  shopaholic, you know. We actually went from Orchard Road to Plaza  Singapura just to get a bag Qing wanted to buy =.= see the great pull of shopping. haha. the exact opposite of me, i'll find just any excuse not to buy something. lol. unless i really really really want it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the MRT back to the custom, we were all asked to get down the train at one of the stops and catch the next one. So i decided to drop by the plaza just next to the station. Wasn't able to find the green tea my mum wanted, so went back to the station to catch the train. First train came, the some situation as my previous one, everybody was asked to alight. Second train came, as so full i didn't have the slightest chance in boarding. Third train came, service terminated again. Fourth train came, tried to board but only got as close as just outside the door when it closed on me :S the same goes with the next train. After soooo long of patience waiting at the station, i finally got on the following train, which magically was quite empty =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT service in Singapore in quite good de lo, not counting the super jam pack part. It told me get off at Woodlands MRT instead of getting off at the next stop. So i got off one stop earlier as planned, how daring of me. haha. Anyways, getting of at Woodlands led me to meeting Nicholas in the queue. I didn't recognize him at first, but miraculously he did recognize me O.o then i 'cut queue' and joined him :P anyway, got someone there to lead me back is always a good thing lo :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started chatting and chatting on and on. haha. listen lo. Never did i know Polytechnics in Singapore are sooo huge. =.= hear about his lessons, and course marking schemes and all. Quite lucky I did not accept the offer to go study there though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parted right outside the custom. I went on only into Cs to 'shop'. Stomach comes first. Tried at this new shop around inner-city. The food there was not bad la, not too good either though. Quite enjoyed eating only for no reason. Bought my movie ticket for the next day :) Eclipse !!!! then took the bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 July 2010, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my primary school in the morning :)) Really nice. I was acting like a stupid tourist, taking lots of pictures everywhere. Anyway, who cares?? :D Took so many pictures until my camera battery went flat. I won't be posting the pictures here, but you can have a look it them on my facebook. Will be updated 'soon' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much change in the school except for the canteen. It was renovated few years ago into a 2storey building. Once the single-story all canteen contained 6-7 stalls, now became only 2stalls (one on each floor). Saw some of my former teachers, not much change here too. They look almost the same as years before, but if you look close enough, you'll be able to see that the markings of time did not let anything pass. sigh. We're getting older by the days, so are they. Was quite surprised that one teacher actually still remembered me :D though she couldn't remember my name, but I understand :)) she always remembered me every time i went back there ^^ had breakfast that the new canteen before leaving for Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad dropped me off in the next street to Cs, had to walk through a small lane to the over-head bridge. I've never gave it a thought where that lane led to, although I've walked pass the other side of it many times. :P Went straight to the cinema since none of the shops was open yet. Eclipse was not bad lo, compared to the previous 2 movies. Maybe because my expectation was very low, it totally did not give the disappointment i felt from the previous 2 films. good?? at least it wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed time window shopping around Cs while waiting for Llp to arrive. Saw a bag and a purse that was quite acceptable nice, but way to expensive. oh well. Dropped by at popular to kill more time which worked out great. Finally, Llp called, met up with her. Then brought her to lunch, which ended up as a bad idea later on. After lunch we hurriedly went to buy myself a pair of shoe i saw last night, before rushing off the Pelangi to meet Shermin. Ended up rushing all over the place and was still late =.= see why lunch was a bad idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached Pelangi late on schedule. Met Shermin and went in to red box. Had tons of fun. haha. It's like a routine now, meeting up with the girls. We go out every year about this time of the year to celebrate their birthdays (though it's about 1month apart). It used to be every school holiday, which was about 2 times a year. But, oh well, it nice to still meet up every year, though just once a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Pelangi at about 8pm. Called my father to fetch me, didn't want to take the trouble of changing buses and all. so. haha :P but, my father only reached at 8.30pm so reached home only at 9pm. Met the 'horse face' manager at the Pelangi Mc D. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 July 2010, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a phone call early in the morning, woke me from my dreams :S Dear said she would be coming back from school at round noon, so we could go out together after all :)) Spent my whole morning on the computer, had lunch, then headed to Angsana with her :) didn't do much there though. Shopped quite a bit. Was so depressed that i couldn't buy another part of shoe :(( but dear bought a pair instead for her presentation on Monday. Hospitality students have nothing to worry about here :D I, on the other hand bought a hand bag and a purse :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 July 2010, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Cs, again. Was starting to get tired of that place already. Sigh. Anyway, today was with Susan (I never spell her name right :P ). Ate at the Korean Steamboat there. Second time going there, but still with the same person. haha. watever. Saw a friend from church (but she didn't see me) with her boyfriend, her sister, and another guy (maybe her sister's bf) . Her boyfriend seriously damn handsome de lo, Susan kept looking. lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pitiful shoes gave up on me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; :((( sigh. damn pathetic de lo. It happened before, and it happened again. I did try fixing it one or twice, but still no use, broke again. Oh well. It's going for recycling then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for taking so long on this piece. Will try to find the mood to update soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-5236115202145900591?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5236115202145900591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5236115202145900591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5236115202145900591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-146393460956312140</id><published>2010-06-23T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:25:55.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Week?? haha... maybe...</title><content type='html'>Today, was the announcement of the Thinking Skills project winner... A project that got us all sooo stressed up, REALLY... Mr. Adrian, our Thinking Skills lecturer... I just don't know to love him or hate him... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, OUR GROUP WON THE CHAMPION!!!! Yippee~~~ haha.... Andrea actually cried tears of joy... well, she deserves it... after ALL she's done and stressed and pushed.... haha... WELL DONE TEAM :)) sorry for my lag of doing things though... i feel like i didn't really do anything lo compared to the rest... Thanks guys (and girls)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something today, though... Something that set me thinking... something that sets me into an emo, thoughtful state... sigh... i don't really know how to put this into words actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much you give out, will be how much you get back... here, i don't mean any of those "一分耕耘,一分收获" "how much you do, is how much you'll harvest" shit... those aren't at all accurate !!! here, I'm saying what comes from the heart... 多敢放胆去爱, 你获得的幸福就多少... 多敢放胆去相信, 获得时的快乐就多少... 可是, 一颗受过伤, 畏缩, 自我保护的心, 能多放胆去爱, 放胆去相信呢?? 不能... 真的不能... :( ... 时间, 或许是解药; 也可能, 只是逃避的麻醉药... Happiness comes with a risk... a risk that you may hurt yourself even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... enough of all these emo-ing things... shoo shoo... today in PA class, something extremely, terrifyingly hilarious thing happened about Wei Mae and Qing... hahahhaha XD... i just can't stop myself from laughing when i think about it... damn priceless well... hahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA class, for some reason, had a very, quite so, long break in between... so we were roaming around outside of class for a bit... then, Car Yi, Andrea and Yi Wen went downstairs to buy snacks... on the other hand, Me, Wei Mae and Qing went back to class... i was feeling a little hungry, but didn't want to buy food to eat (after class then want go eat lunch edi, didn't bring bread today)... Suddenly, i saw a cup of "Chocolate luv" on sitting on my table (stair)... "chocolate luv" is a drink like hot chocolate, only that it's an ice-blended (loved very much by Car Yi)... so i started asking whose it was... the first thought was Car Yi, but she wasn't there... so it was just as a huge, tempting mystery... I WAS SOO WANTING TO DRINK IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Ela, who was sitting in front said "the person that put it there said it's for you", she was talking to me... err.... then, Qing and Wei Mae immediately thought of that 'very tall guy'... lol... don't ask me why... They went hyper, i tell you... "owh.... so sweet..." things like that... Then, Ela continued "he said he bought it but didn't like it, so give to you"... "waa... such lame excuse... bla bla bla..." they got so crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To confirm their "suspicion", they asked Ela "is this guy very tall??" guess what?? Ela said "YES..." like it was the most obvious thing in the world... Qing and Wei Mae was hysterical at this point, totally in the clouds dancing... Just then, the truth reveals, Ela said "Nigel" ... you could practically heard the sound of Wei Mae and Qing crushing down from heaven to hell whey... hahahahahaha... the only thing i could manage was to laugh, non-stop, there was really no way to stop the laughter... lol... their expressions were totally priceless whey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about all, the story of Qing and Wei Mae crushing to hell... hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-146393460956312140?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/146393460956312140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-week-haha-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/146393460956312140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/146393460956312140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-week-haha-maybe.html' title='Happy Week?? haha... maybe...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1195046068692167904</id><published>2010-06-20T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:43:52.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Went to church with my brother as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, there was a "farewell party" for one of his friend... although  i did not know tat person, still, enjoyed the food la... haha... it was at some "Yippee Club" shop... i heard it's famous for it's bubble tea... the food actually wasn't very very nice la... but bubble tea so superb... conclusion for that meal : fattening fattening fattening... haha... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had fun chatting with them... i was introduced to one lawyer that night... quite a chatty person... haha... unfortunately, i wasn't really in a "debating" mood that time la... so... mostly listened to them talk lo... haha... got lame de, got freeze u de, got make sense de too... entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence that really caught me... You can't changer someone that committed suicide, you can only sue those whom ATTEMPT suicide... lol... reason because : if you committed suicide, you are already died ma... haha... Oh ya, for your information, IT'S A CRIME TO COMMIT SUICIDE... conclusion: want commit suicide? make sure u succeed... haha... Then, the lady sitting beside me said that she want to change the topic, because "suicide suicide" like very horrible things... So the lawyer said "k la, change topic, we say about blowing people up =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weather that evening was so hot and humid lo... sticky... some more we sat at the smoking zone (outside, no air-con, balcony there) walao lo... had to tahan sikit... haha... anyway, soooo full and fattened... fell asleep in the car on the way back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1195046068692167904?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1195046068692167904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1195046068692167904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1195046068692167904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2937872563961153286</id><published>2010-06-04T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:23:33.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a so very tiring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning had kitchen service class. Menu??&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer: Pumpkin soup&lt;br /&gt;Main course: Chicken saute chasseur with potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: Apple tart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did considered not bad la... unfortunate to say, i nearly unintentionally, indirectly, nearly killed/very badly wounded Wei Mae... phew... soooooo very lucky nothing happened... love you ya Wei Mae :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, sat shuttle bus back to Mentari, headed over to Ella's place... Time to do Thinking Skill's project :) dragged and pulled and procrastinated like for sooo long.... at last, we started !! and got our hands dirty :)) in my case, my fingers, knees and legs too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Ella's place at about 9pm... so tired and hungry... on the way back, i was practically thinking about how and what to cook once i reach home... haha... ingredients and methods all floating in my mind... was also half-way thinking whether or not i should just skip dinner, to save all the trouble, and hope i won't get toooo hungry.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SOO good having housemates :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i reached back, i was so tired to fish my keys out from my bag, even was unwilling to raise my hand to press the door bell, i just called through the door... haha... apparently, those inside couldn't really hear i was calling, so still had to press the door bell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sentence i heard was:&lt;br /&gt;" Michelle, Ah Carmen kept some rice for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~~ XD as happy as could be... haha... all stupid, dumb, rubbish-standard recipes forming in my brain just vanished... gulped one whole bowl of food down straight... haha... and i thought i wasn't THAT hungry... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so exhausted that i only filled half of my stomach and was to tired to caring on... =.= ... sat on the sofa intending to rest for a while... ended up falling asleep (asked Ah Fang to wake me at 10pm)... woke up at 11pm, fell back asleep, got up at 1am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bath i needed badly... tried to start at least something on my homework-urgent-list... which then included Food science, Accounts and a preparation for RDOD (T) assessment... mind you, all stated was need by today morning... sigh... siao lo me... gave up doing homework and headed for my dear bed at 2.30am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am this morning... prepare, prepare... tried to do some more of that food science... saw that time was running late, rushed down... raining again... haiz... it's like maths notes and rain MUST go together :S  had maths class today, so brought that whole bag of maths notes; it started to pour just slightly before i got out  of the house... hmm... lucky?? haha... well, still got a little wet in the end... never mind, no big deal... dried up almost as fast as it got wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got through the whole day is such tired state, i marvel at how i actually managed it (and still am able to had the spirit and energy to be blogging here) like, wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna read Shopaholic :)) was unable to find ' The Nearly Weds ' back from the library, but found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; instead !! haha :D after this would be 'Soul Love' another book i came across while hunting for ' The Nearly Weds ' ... smiles :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need ta get up early tomorrow for market... ciao... busy day again?? likely...&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/7531243041353794463-2937872563961153286?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2937872563961153286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep-deprived.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2937872563961153286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2937872563961153286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep deprived'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6629693399804060693</id><published>2010-06-01T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:23:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday... 31 May 2010, Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made black-forest cake in pastry class :)) i normally do enjoy pastry do very very much... to be honest, I did quite enjoy it... maybe except for a few parts la this lesson... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... well, it was really my fault la... so... k la... sorry lo... my fault :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fault one:&lt;br /&gt;did not whip the eggs properly, plus did not look after the heat... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; :( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;-cooked the egg... had to re-do... sigh... sad lo... bur never mind... we managed it in the end :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fault two:&lt;br /&gt;well, to say, not totally my fault lo... should be say chef's method a bit to rushing, missed out some details?? or is it personal difference?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling quite proud and happy about our cake-slicing (sliced the cake beautifully into 3 layers)... saw Chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; stepping two steps closer and looking at our cake...&lt;br /&gt;so I went ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice?? :)&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;but a got reply ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no. If this cake was mine, I'd thrown it into the dustbin. &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S like what the........... speechless lo... he said my cake was too 'packed' , not spongy at all... it's black-forest cake, it's supposed to be like sponge cake... rite? ya, well... the mistake, he said, was that we folded the four in to quickly... :( culprit?? let's not point fingers now... considered my fault, ignorance.... so now i learn :)) sponge cakes are supposed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spongggyy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today... 1 June 2010, Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the bus at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LCS&lt;/span&gt;, went to photostat math's notes at the shop there...waited there, so long lo... well, what did you expect?? I'm printing about 40sets of notes, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; heavily half-way through printing... sigh... by the time I came out from the shop, it's pouring... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... it's the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so willingly wanting to take a cab from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mentari&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Suriamas&lt;/span&gt; lo... but first things first, I had to walk from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LCS&lt;/span&gt; over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mentari&lt;/span&gt;, no short-cut, no shelter, no taxi... walked lo... luckily the rain slowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was no taxi at the taxi stand when i walked over :( no choice... had to walk back lo... sigh... my shoe became a swimming pool, seriously.... it was like walking in puddles, except, u can't seem to walk out of it cause it's in our shoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pants got all wet... mind you, not just until the knees, but the WHOLE trouser... =.= ... luckily i was printing for so many people... so i was carry the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; bag in my hand, indirectly shielded me from quite a lot of rain too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; guys also walking in the rain (same direction)... didn't notice them at first, cause they were sharing one umbrella and talking softly... i thought was a couple walking behind me... so just walk only lo... after a while only i noticed that they were actually two guys... And, they weren't not talking to each other, they were trying to catch my attention (kind of calling me)... well, who cares... since I was so engrossed in my thoughts and had already ignored them for so long, i decided to just continue ignoring them... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; nice... anyway, the rain was so heavy, it was easy to not listen; and i really needed to concentrate on where i land my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home dripping wet... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... i mean my socks... it was DEFINITELY dripping wet... so was half of my trousers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6629693399804060693?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6629693399804060693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6629693399804060693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6629693399804060693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-884747846367790019</id><published>2010-05-30T18:12:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:25:14.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27, 28, 29, 30 . 05 .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 27 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only had one class in the morning and the afternoon free,&lt;br /&gt;went to Pyramid with&lt;br /&gt;Qing, Andrea, Yi Wen and Car Yi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had A&amp;amp;W for lunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by a movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAI9hF2wXgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JXSkq8Avmt8/s1600/Prince_Of_Persia_Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAI9hF2wXgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JXSkq8Avmt8/s200/Prince_Of_Persia_Movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477007735552761346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at first,&lt;br /&gt;Car Yi was reluctant to watch :(&lt;br /&gt;she said that there's no point in watching fictional movies&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;which this movie was quite so....&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the end she agreed to watch also lo :D&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a nice movie lo...&lt;br /&gt;thought i must say,&lt;br /&gt;the story line is kind of straight and dull lo...&lt;br /&gt;but the effects and all were nice :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 28 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; !!! PAWS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJBhtRz3-I/AAAAAAAAALg/H09fdfcmJ0U/s1600/P.A.W.S"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJBhtRz3-I/AAAAAAAAALg/H09fdfcmJ0U/s200/P.A.W.S" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477012144181731298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up around 7am&lt;br /&gt;got ready and passed the remaining time reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel and Yi Wen reached around 8.40am&lt;br /&gt;didn't see Yi Wen's first message :P&lt;br /&gt;ran down...&lt;br /&gt;left Suriamas at 8.4 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop,Qing's picked Qing, Andrea, Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;went makan at a nearby shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJA6zgQQ8I/AAAAAAAAALY/LQG0NaI0dvo/s1600/P5280538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJA6zgQQ8I/AAAAAAAAALY/LQG0NaI0dvo/s200/P5280538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477011475838026690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lost our way around Subang Airport area&lt;br /&gt;kept turning round and round&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last,&lt;br /&gt;reached PAWS at about 10.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(we're supposed to reach there at 9am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled up the forms,&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;had a kind of short briefing...&lt;br /&gt;that person got quite so scary de lo...&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to work !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all placed in the Dog 's section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJJhwIRB5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/gqL_Az3fo8Y/s1600/P5280568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJJhwIRB5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/gqL_Az3fo8Y/s200/P5280568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477020941040027538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG53yieoI/AAAAAAAAALw/VuaAJS93Ywo/s1600/P5280551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG53yieoI/AAAAAAAAALw/VuaAJS93Ywo/s200/P5280551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477018056878357122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG7T7OpLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_Q-hRtFVTZI/s1600/P5280569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG7T7OpLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_Q-hRtFVTZI/s200/P5280569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477018081610867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG5BkQHVI/AAAAAAAAALo/B3MPICpGZ3I/s1600/P5280548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG5BkQHVI/AAAAAAAAALo/B3MPICpGZ3I/s200/P5280548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477018042322918738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought the dogs out for a walk along the side road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG61DTy-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dEYGLMF6kJ8/s1600/P5280562.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG6mpBTfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5WW1UUGLb_U/s1600/P5280555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJG6mpBTfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5WW1UUGLb_U/s200/P5280555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477018069454900722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bath time !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJJhQ-85GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ti6_roF-CRQ/s1600/P5280562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJJhQ-85GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ti6_roF-CRQ/s200/P5280562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477020932679459938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wiped them dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit tiring&lt;br /&gt;but very super extremely fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time walking and bathing a dog :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course,&lt;br /&gt;we all ended up smelling like dogs too~~&lt;br /&gt;haha... smelly smelly...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATicl7rM2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/iyIFgiy2Kj4/s1600/P5290666.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJKvBKFkLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uRlrwEhDDzQ/s1600/P5280570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAJKvBKFkLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uRlrwEhDDzQ/s200/P5280570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477022268460994738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; had lunch at a nearby mamak  shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat-Sunday, 29-30 May&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATicl7rM2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/iyIFgiy2Kj4/s1600/P5290666.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATicCLsU2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UIfjQOxinks/s1600/Relay+for+life+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATicCLsU2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UIfjQOxinks/s200/Relay+for+life+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477752018039493474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ Relay for Life ~&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Jalil - MSN Training Stadium&lt;br /&gt;6pm (29.05.2010) - 10am (30.05.2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left my place at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;meet up with Kai Ling, walked over to Mentari&lt;br /&gt;meet up with May&lt;br /&gt;headed over to the KTM station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not at all familiar with the journey to Bukit Jalil&lt;br /&gt;followed May and Kai Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded the wrong LRT at the KTM-LRT transit station&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we went in the wrong direction for about 3 stops&lt;br /&gt;then, made a ' U-turn '&lt;br /&gt;boarded another LRT back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up reaching Bukit Jalil at about 6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;tried our best to find the right stadium&lt;br /&gt;that place is like so huge lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though there's maps around the place&lt;br /&gt;MSN stadium was not named,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;there's no directions telling you from which angle to read the map&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, found our way in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after few phone calls and a helpful guard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registered ourselves&lt;br /&gt;changed into the Relay t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet was soooooooooo packed&lt;br /&gt;no choice lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not bring my sandals :(&lt;br /&gt;ended up&lt;br /&gt;giving up on wearing my nice nice pretty shoe&lt;br /&gt;decided to walk bare-footed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking bare-footed on the soft, wet grass was very comforting&lt;br /&gt;the muddy areas are still tolerable if u don't think too much about it&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to say the opposite for the pavements :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;we were just walking around,&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the sides,&lt;br /&gt;eating and chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATidXgjHTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O3C01QGbucY/s1600/P5290677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATidXgjHTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O3C01QGbucY/s200/P5290677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477752040943983922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walking around the track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATicl7rM2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/iyIFgiy2Kj4/s1600/P5290666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATicl7rM2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/iyIFgiy2Kj4/s200/P5290666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477752027635987298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most inspirational time of the Relay is&lt;br /&gt;the Luminaria Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;it is when we honour cancer survivors&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;remember those who have lost their battle  with the disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAPYTrhQlmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KALmoxNCfdA/s1600/P5290663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAPYTrhQlmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KALmoxNCfdA/s200/P5290663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477459404423992930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Luminaria the a small paper bag with sand, holding a small candle&lt;br /&gt;words or pictures are written/drawn onto the paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the candle is lit,&lt;br /&gt;the lantern casts a warm, golden glow.&lt;br /&gt;These are lined all around at the side of the track&lt;br /&gt;and lit throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time,&lt;br /&gt;it started to drizzle very lightly&lt;br /&gt;so, we moved in to the covered stands of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;And ended generally spending the rest of our time there at the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnuyYvb1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/7odZjKdyI_g/s1600/P5300694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnuyYvb1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/7odZjKdyI_g/s200/P5300694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477757837774909266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATidk-GI3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gOB69ExiEFM/s1600/P5290678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATidk-GI3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gOB69ExiEFM/s200/P5290678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477752044557575026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as night came,&lt;br /&gt;we started to be exhausted&lt;br /&gt;slowly,&lt;br /&gt;one by one&lt;br /&gt;we drifted off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnueDoz1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Tehz6hEzp-U/s1600/P5300687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnueDoz1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Tehz6hEzp-U/s200/P5300687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477757832317685586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnt3WlNLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xU28XlXj0G8/s1600/P5300693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnt3WlNLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xU28XlXj0G8/s200/P5300693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477757821928158386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATieVNhuGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iVYzL1m9Xko/s1600/P5300681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATieVNhuGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iVYzL1m9Xko/s200/P5300681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477752057507199074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played cards with Andrea for an hour before going to sleep myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnvnzeGJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2g8TVB1DIzk/s1600/P5300699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TATnvnzeGJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2g8TVB1DIzk/s200/P5300699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477757852114098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left the stadium at about 8.30am&lt;br /&gt;walked to the LRT station&lt;br /&gt;then, transited to KTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Qing, Car Yi, Yi Wen&lt;br /&gt;for accompanying me to take the train back 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href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/27-28-29-30-05.html' title='27, 28, 29, 30 . 05 .'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/TAI9hF2wXgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JXSkq8Avmt8/s72-c/Prince_Of_Persia_Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2951525815280599998</id><published>2010-05-26T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:28:55.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>看人</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个男人的品位，要看他的袜子。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个女人是否养尊处优，要看她的手。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人的气血，要看他的头发。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人的心术，要看他的眼神。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人的身价，要看他的对手。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人的底牌，要看他身边的好友。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人的性格，要看他的字写得怎样。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人是否快乐，不要看笑容，要看清晨梦醒时的一刹表 情。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;看一个人的胸襟，要看他如何面对失败及被人出卖。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;看两个人的关系，要看发生意外时，另一方的紧张程&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;度。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是不是真的爱你，那要看他是不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是在 开心的时候想到你，而不是悲伤的时候。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是不是你的知己，那要看他是否&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;和你 心有灵犀，而不是要你什么都告诉他。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是不是你真正的朋友，那要看他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;在 你危难的时候，会不会为你两肋插刀，而不是天天和你一&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;起吃吃 喝喝。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是否有爱心，那要看他是否喜欢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;小动 物。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是否有修养，那要看他在公交车&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;上会 不会为老人，儿童让座位。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;一个人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;是否有素质，那要看他是不是爱贪小便&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;宜。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是否有心胸，那要看他是否在背&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;后坏 别人。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是否在说谎，那你要看他在说话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;时的 眼神，眼神告诉你一切。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是否在乎你，那你要看他是否记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;住你 曾经说过的话。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个人是否牵挂你，那要看他在天凉的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;时候 是否想到提醒你加衣。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道你在那个人心中的分量如何,那要看他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是否 记住你的生日或纪念日。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果想知道一个男人是否讲究,那要看他的头发是否&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;清 洁,理顺.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个男人是否值得你去爱,那要看他是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;否有 爱心,责任心,而不是有没有地位和金钱。&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;如果你想知道一个女人是否值得你去爱,那要看她的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;内 在,而不是外表,要看她是不是因为可爱而美丽,而不是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;因为美 丽而可爱。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2951525815280599998?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2951525815280599998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2951525815280599998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2951525815280599998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='看人'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8290927252883742411</id><published>2010-04-29T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:28:28.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful week...</title><content type='html'>Monday...&lt;br /&gt;went commie-ing for some DC seniors... well, don't wanna to much about it edi la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;had 2 classes in the morning... 1 was quite so very entertaining... another (I'm sorry to say) was extremely tremendously boring... sigh... oh well, live with it... afternoon went to Subang campus for the scholarship award ceremony... saw Ah Yen, Helen (but she didn't see me), Kimberly and Wendy :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;woke up late... jumped out of bed at 9.30am, but unfortunately had a class that starts at 10am :S sad case... haiz... the shuttle bus driver didn't see me waving by the side of the road, so no choice had to take cab lo... reached class a bit late... but overall no harm done la :)) lucky me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class went play dodge ball thanks to Andrea... quite enjoyed it :DD hope next week get to go again ba... haha... my right hand started to hurt about 30mins after we starting throwing the ball... but still, IT'S REALLY FUN :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;had my first restaurant service class... having slight muscle pain from Wednesday's dodge ball, had to fold about 60 napkins together with CarYi... haha... so in addition is having pain in the thumb and index finger nails now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the service... i don't really think i did well this time... hmm... dropped a fork and a butter on the table, a BB knife on the floor, totally did not carry the crockery and cutlery right... sigh... well, good try la at least... I promise I'll do better next time :)) at least i was able to carry the 4 deserts out at one go !! :DD proud of it... haha... thought to some it looked dangerous... but, i still DID manage it... so, yeah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service class, went to Rotary Club meeting with Ella &amp;amp; Kai Ling... first time going to this club meeting... don't mind me saying, it actually started kind of boring la... hehe... with the sharing from some previous event... then carried on to some future events... there's gonna be a Cycling event coming up in September... looking forward to it...hope that I'll get the chance to really participate in it ba :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8290927252883742411?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8290927252883742411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/eventful-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8290927252883742411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8290927252883742411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/eventful-week.html' title='Eventful week...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7902799342987857791</id><published>2010-04-25T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:58:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/b&gt; is the most popular 92nd         name in USA. One        in every 381 Americans are named        as MICHELLE and popularity of name MICHELLE is 2.62  people per thousand. Usage of  michelle as a first name is 63.03% and its usage as a middle name  is 36.97%. The                                                           sum of  alphabetical order of letters                                                            in MICHELLE is 67 and this makes MICHELLE arithmetic buddies  with words like Wary, Adroit, Busy, Giggly, Honey,  Radiant, Wanted.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIFFANY&lt;/b&gt; is the most popular 900th         name in USA. One        in every 6,053 Americans are named        as TIFFANY and popularity of name TIFFANY is 165.19  people per million. Usage of TIFFANY as a first name is 91.38% and its usage as a middle name  is 8.62%. The                                                           sum of  alphabetical order of letters                                                            in TIFFANY is 81 and this makes TIFFANY arithmetic buddies  with words like Talented, Wellbred, Awesome, Cutup,  Honest, Messy, Zingy, Schooled, Concerned, Superb, Highminded.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Credits:&lt;a href="http://www.pokemyname.com/" title="Poke My Name - First Name  Portal"&gt; PokeMyName.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;found this on my bro's blog... kind of interesting... haha... my name still not that bad whey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;span&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-7902799342987857791?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7902799342987857791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/michelle-is-most-popular-92-nd-name-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7902799342987857791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7902799342987857791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/michelle-is-most-popular-92-nd-name-in.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2026293968791225792</id><published>2010-04-20T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:25:53.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the day....&lt;br /&gt;Atheist: A person that beliefs that God does not exist. Derived from the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; atheistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 4 lessons I have on my timetable today, I only attended 1 lesson... why?? because the other 3 classes were canceled... =.= ... not that I'm the very rajin type, but this is kind of getting to much lo... I am really looking forward to getting started in this term de lo... thought I'm dreadful of the heavy workload ahead, at least it's better than sitting in class doing nothing for about 30minutes to know that the class is canceled, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling tomorrow's lessons would be a lot more hectic.... full day ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the one lesson i had today... new lecturer (as in first time he's teaching us, and i haven't met him before)... funny yet scary guy... poor Wei Mae and a few others couldn't enter class just because they took the private bus and ended up late a few minutes (Ella got a earful just because she tried to inform the lecturer of the 'latecomers'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said he was from Theater performance, I believe him, I really do... sometimes I envy him... haha XD ... funny me... thought I'm nervous about he's strictness and amused at he's loud screeches, his lectures are overall quite entertaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can u do with a milk tea bag??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2026293968791225792?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2026293968791225792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2026293968791225792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2026293968791225792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-450708878422278587</id><published>2010-04-19T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:40:56.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i haven't been blogging for a looong time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;... sigh... I'm becoming lazier by the day... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Term1 just passed in a blink... can't imagine i was actually worrying how to pass all the terms just 3months ago... well, 1 down, 5more to go?? haha... plus 2 internships... hmm... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying as such of the life a have ever since coming to kl... well, there's really much to enjoy, really... friends (nice, funny, interesting people XD ) you should see them talk, haha... new life style (busy busy)... learning new things everyday... haha... it's fun... I learn how to cook chicken soup today XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a new girl this morning... new TBF student (newer than me la)... overall quite a nice girl la :)) feels like a strong character... why do i feel so weak here?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good news... if everything goes well, I'll be moving out in the middle of the year :)) can't wait... haha... thought i know i'll miss my current housemates and their cooking... sigh... u gain and u lose, rite?? looking forward :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i've been a little on the emo side recently... please do not mind me if you happen to catch me in that state... the wind's blowing, hope it's passing... haha... it'a a long gone life i do not want to haed back into :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-450708878422278587?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/450708878422278587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-havent-been-blogging-for-looong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/450708878422278587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/450708878422278587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-havent-been-blogging-for-looong.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5040555785598731876</id><published>2010-03-15T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:04:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started out as quite a nice day :) well, it still can be counted as a nice day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am had Geo class... met Jing Fang on the way to the bus... we were just in time to reach the place where we were supposed to wait for the bus, the bus was just moving off... as we were just in time for it, naturally we had u stand... saw my Geo lecturer just as i boarded the bus, he was sitting right in front... so we ended up standing in front of the lecturer =.= ... my was carrying a backpack, a small bag and a toolbox... just as the bus started to move, i notice the lecturer keep looking in my direction (damn nervous whey)... then he pointed at my toolbox and patted the top of his laptop (kind of surprised me lo) ... nervous, but still glad to be free of the toolbox for then la XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo class was ok today... didn't do much because we were starting on the presentations... luckily I'm in the last group, not so fast XD ... few person came slightly late and was locked out... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Geo class was where all the trouble starts... met one of my presentation group member (she was one of them who got locked out)... she was in quite a bad mood (bad time to be around her, but no choice, sigh...) i could see that she was under a lot of stress... poor thing... talked to her a bit... kind of calmed her down &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bit, but i don't think we headed anywhere on the topic of our presentations... sigh... cabut as soon as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was pastry class at 11.30am... today was the third and also the last class of pastry for this term :( ... made apple tart today, looked a bit like apple pie to me... it was fun, not too hard gua... accidentally cut my finger when cutting out the seed part of the apple... sigh... but luckily the main part done edi, Yi Wen kind of did most of the remaining de... pity Yi Wen lo, i dirtied both her cloth :P (but to an extend was a good thing la, because we managed to find back her cloth by looking for the stain i made) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm normally quite a blood lover, but don't know why today i was feeling a bit dizzy and uncomfortable after cutting myself... maybe because i was on an empty stomach, or because it was MY blood (which i seldom get to see much of)... don't know.. sigh... but short while later then nothing edi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pastry went locker take my bag and things... then went to the library to meet up with Kai Ling and discuss a bit on the presentation... waited for Yi Wen, saw the brochure she did, transferred it to my pen drive... then i and Kai Ling went to student center, met up with Yun Xin to take the bus back together... just before boarding the bus, i suddenly noticed that one of my pocket was empty (i normally put things in both pockets)... i panicked to find that i didn't have my keys with me... i must have left it at the lockers... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash towards the lockers as fast as i could go (could quite run and my legs very soon got tired because i was wearing the safety boots used in the kitchen)... the lift at block e was in the higher floors, which meant it'll take a long time to come (i was in level 1)... so i decided to take the stairs (my locker on level 3)... just as i was reaching level 2, my phone rang... Yi Wen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me where was i... then she told me she had my keys... phew... said she forgot to pass it to me earlier... haha... not too late still... so i went to the library to get my keys back, then dash towards the bus hoping it haven't left yet... to my relief, i was still there... i just now sat down less than 1 minute then the bus moved of... just in time... haha... some times kind of love them those bus drivers XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the shop to print out the brochure on my way back... it started to drizzle when i came out of the shop (no worries, i have my umbrella with me :D ) ... came back, finished the 2nd book of the vampire story, washed my clothes, then went down for dinner with Jing Fang... after dinner we went to the book shop again (she wanted to print out her notes)... hmm... then nothing much edi gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... met this funny guy in the lift :S ... so Jing Fang accompanied my up to my floor before going back down to her's... we laughed, you laugh... got tensed the lo... sigh... but still, safety first :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-5040555785598731876?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5040555785598731876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-started-out-as-quite-nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5040555785598731876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5040555785598731876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-started-out-as-quite-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8123175076589012905</id><published>2010-03-01T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:30:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no come blog again... haha... lazy edi... now sitting in school library, waiting for a friend to finish her class and go back together (also because just don't see the point of going back so early la)... so many assignments to do... sigh... good news is that i managed to finish of ONE of the assignment la (my part)... about 4, 5 more to go gua T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news of the day... i sat for Geography assessment last Thursday... today geography class, the lecturer gave us back our papers... i scored 23/25 !! haha XD happy happy gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, can't too high also la now... more assessments are coming up... sigh sigh sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM results are coming out SOON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope things would blow over soon... jiayou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8123175076589012905?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8123175076589012905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-come-blog-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8123175076589012905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8123175076589012905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-come-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1754966595818563926</id><published>2010-02-19T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:05:28.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long / to wat extand will your love last?</title><content type='html'>在人生的道路中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个女孩身边難免都有个不是男朋友的男朋友...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每个男孩身边也難免都有个不是女朋友的女朋友...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，为了什么原因你们没能在一起？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许他为了朋友之间的义气，不能追你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许为了顾及家人的意见 ，你们没有在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许为了出国深造，他没有要你等他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们相遇太早，还不懂得珍惜对方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们相遇太晚，你们身边已经有了另一个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你回头太迟，对方已不再等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们彼此在捉摸对方的心，而迟迟无法跨出界线。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过即使你们没在一起，你们还是保持了朋友的关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是你们心底清楚，你对这个人，你比朋友还多了一份关心&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使不能跟他名正言顺的牵着手逛街，你们还是可以做无所不谈 的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他有喜欢的人，你口头上会帮他追，心里却不是很清楚你是不是 真的希望他追到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他遇到困难时，你会尽你所能的帮他，不会计较谁又欠了谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男女朋友吃醋了，你会安抚他们说你和他只是朋友，但你心中会 有那么一丝的不确定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人这辈子，心中都有过这幺一个特别的朋友，很矛盾的行 为。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始你不甘心只做朋友的，但久了，突然发现这样最好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你宁愿这样关心他，总好过你们在一起而有天会分手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你宁愿做他的朋友，彼此不会吃醋，才可以真的无所不谈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特别是这样，你还是知道，他永远会关心你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做不成男女朋友，当他那个特别的朋友，有什么不好呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你心中的这个特别的朋友...? 是谁呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多的感情，都因为一厢情愿，最后连朋友都当不成了 常常觉得惋惜，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜一些本来很好的友情 最后却因为对方的一句喜欢你，如果你没有反应，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一段友情似乎也难以维持下去，这也难怪有些人会因此不肯踏 出这一步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为这就像是一场赌注，表白了之后不是成了男女朋友，要不就 连朋友都当不成了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些事不是你能预料的，或许对方不在意，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们还可以是朋友，但却已经不如从前的好. 希望你们能珍惜身边的人，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能在这一刻你们不觉得他/她是你生命中最重要的人...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一旦他/她已离你身边而去时，才发觉...一切都太迟了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on someone's blog... kind of meaning full... what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1754966595818563926?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1754966595818563926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long-to-wat-extand-will-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1754966595818563926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1754966595818563926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-long-to-wat-extand-will-your-love.html' title='How long / to wat extand will your love last?'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-9195242653175120686</id><published>2010-02-08T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:01:18.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday morning played badminton at the court downstairs with friends... no count scores nothing de la... saw a cat there while i was sitting at the bench beside the court...that cat quite cute the lo... playful also gua, though not like Ginger... played played with it lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got once when we were playing, the cat suddenly became like quite tensed, got slightly the shadow of a small tiger... following it's gaze, we saw what it was looking at... a group of bird nearby on the grass... we stopped playing and just stood watching the cat ready to pounce... haha... seeing the cat in action like that was quite entertaining la... lol... unfortunately it did not succeed in catching any of the birds la (we could tell that it was quite hungry)... the scene of the cat jogging back after it's failed attempt was so damn cute lo... i later only found out that the cat wasn't actually playing with me but merely that was kind of the place it liked to linger around =.= ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after badminton, we could stand that temptation and went to play a bit of water in the small pool... haha... then went for breakfast at the shop we normally take our dinner... my friend said that we looked like old uncle taking breakfast, sitting in the coffee shop in the morning taking breakfast and drinking Chinese tea... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Midvalley jalan jalan... first time i sit KTM lo... should be, if not is i don't remember already... after reaching there we went face shop first, my friends mother ask her buy somethings... then we went to a shop selling jigsaws... ended up buying a 3D puzzle... haha :P ... then we went upstairs, wanted to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tooth fairy&lt;/span&gt;, so went queue up... the next show was at 2pm, we missed the previous one by 30mins T.T... although it would end kind of late, we still decided to watch it... reach the counter then we found out only left the front to rows... sigh... decided not to watch edi lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back downstairs to buy socks (not me)... after that we saw a performance at the center stage... kind of glued there for some time until they said want go eat lunch... so went food court to find food... tomyam quite spicy lo, but quite nice la once to get used to the spiciness... went walk walk a little bit more then we came home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reaching back about 1 hour (bath and rest short while), we went out again =.= ... go pasar malam nearby... ate dinner there... we actually just walked off after eating and didn't pay (really forgot), only remembering about it before wanting to go back... haha... awkward lo going back to the store, don't know how to say to them (apparently they also kind of forgot)... lol... i only bought some veg for cooking and a pair of hair clips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should have been making progress on my now huge pile of assignments rather than running around the place... homework is pilling up so fast T.T but not going down much... sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-9195242653175120686?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9195242653175120686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-morning-played-badminton-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/9195242653175120686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/9195242653175120686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-morning-played-badminton-at.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1792932256443823829</id><published>2010-02-02T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:02:45.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL or Singapore???</title><content type='html'>Today was actually an altogether quite fine, good, happy day... woke up at about 9am... prepare everything then went school... class start at 11am... break time had lunch... den afternoon class at 2pm... came back at about 4something gua... then online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Fang called, say want eat dinner together at 6pm.... rush go bath, put clothes to wash then went down to the shop... ended up they all haven't reach yet... so ordered my food and started to eat as slow as i can... by the time i just about to finish my food, they finally arrived... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner reach back quickly go rinse my clothes and hang it... my mum called... erm... it kind of turned my whole mood around... not that it's a bad news la... but i just left me troubled... i don't really get it why she don't like me taking this course so much... sigh... i really don't know how to decide now... the decision keeps forming and disappearing and forming and disappearing every time... sigh... i still think it's quite a waste la really... i don't know :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1792932256443823829?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1792932256443823829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/kl-or-singapore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1792932256443823829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1792932256443823829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/kl-or-singapore.html' title='KL or Singapore???'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6622969827261509388</id><published>2010-02-01T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:21:41.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo... it's the first day of February... lol... today only had 1 class that was in the morning, ended at around 10.30am... was decided to go to Sunway Pyramid for ice-skating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was really quite fun la... today is the third time i enter that ring... well, the previous those time don't really know how to skate lo... but today i got alot better la... went around the ring a few times without any support :D and i only fell one time... but skating the leg got pain de lo... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went tabao abit food... den took a taxi back to the college... when i reached the college the shuttle bus was there already... haha... so i didn't need to wait for the bus... straight dapat come back to the room :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6622969827261509388?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6622969827261509388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6622969827261509388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6622969827261509388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6202921717613156938</id><published>2010-01-30T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:09:24.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo... It's so nice to be online again... haha... at last I've got myself an internet after 2 long weeks...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been like so bored lo... everyday eat, sleep, school or Harry Potter... lol... finished 2 books of Harry Potter in less then 2 weeks... i think I've set a new record for myself lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, college is still not bad la... the timetable ain't too full... classes are still ok... made a couple of friends since orientation day... got a few assignments on my hand edi... sigh... but overall still not too bad la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i keep forgetting that I'm in KL, not JB or Singapore... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6202921717613156938?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6202921717613156938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6202921717613156938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6202921717613156938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3389131994881073976</id><published>2009-12-30T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:15:25.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Why is it that every time i decide to turn around, move on or make the other the decision, things come to me when it's just slightly too late after the decision is made?? sigh... some times i really hate this feeling... but never mind... i'll try to get used to it... maybe it teaches me to choose the one which is really the best for me gua... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went for my Undang Test today... all went quite well for me (&amp;amp; Wei &amp;amp; Hauzhi) ba... saw them there... well actually i knew Wei was going... so, erm... whatever la... lol... the good news is that i passed the test... XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's now set that i'm going to Taylors for further studyies starting next year... to be exact, i'll be going up in a few weeks time ba... pray everything will go well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3389131994881073976?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3389131994881073976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3389131994881073976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3389131994881073976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3704372128027987738</id><published>2009-12-26T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:52:28.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding....</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine decided to get married this year (thought she's still very young)... and i was asked to be 1 of her brides-maid... i shall only comment on the wedding, which was held today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's by far the coolest wedding I've attended... so looking forward to tomorrow's wedding dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend came over to my place last night to stay... we ended getting almost no sleep at all... haha... after we ate some simple breakfast, we left my house to go to the bride's house at about 3.30am (siao)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached the house slightly before 4am... those staying over night there (including the bride) was found to be just waking up not long ago... some were bathing... after some chit chatting and dilly dallying, one by one the video man (s) and make-up artist arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go roughly through the groom taking the bride part... because the groom and best-mans arrived a bit late on schedule (due to parking problem and video-man)... although the groom was just a few houses away down the row (they went one round around the area before reaching the bride's house to make it look nicer)... and the games the groom and best-mans went through wasn't as fun as planned due to some faults that occurred (a real shame)... though we did prepare really tough, disgusting, difficult and humiliating games... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one of my main point of this blog is about the convoy of the groom and best-mans... superbly stunning to me... haha... (maybe it's because I'm a jakun)... the convoy was made up of 9 cars (excluding the bride's car)... in this 9 cars, 4 of the cars were race car... super cool... it was heard that actually there was to be 8 race cars, but unfortunately 4 of the 8 race cars were 'crushed' in some races... the other 5 cars are quite classy too... there was accords, a few Mercedes and perhaps Volvo too... I'm not too very sure about these 5 cars because I'm not an expert in this field, and also because the cars were all moving at quite a high speed (all i could notice is the car I'm in, the car in front and the race cars)... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after obtaining the bride, we went to somewhere around Johor Jaya ( i think) to offer incense to the ancestors of the groom's side... then, we rushed back to the groom's house for the tea ceremony at the groom's house (which was a few houses away from the bride's house)... i and my friends went in a Mercedes (i think)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the tea ceremony, there was some photo taking and then there was a buffet... after the buffet, there were some more of the photo taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was time to go back to the bride's house... the bride changed into a jiongsam and went back to her house... there, another tea ceremony was held... and some photo taking too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, we went for an outdoor shooting... this is kind of the coolest part... the main attraction was the race cars... saw lots and lots of drifting... haha... pity i didn't have the chance to have a go at it... shot a video story at a place near the highway ( i forgot where), we went quite far too this time... this time, i and my friends rode in one if the race cars XD... super cool... but was a little bit frightening at first mainly because of the loud engine and low aliment of the car and also because the gear changing so totally not smooth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling at the place in totally indescribably awesome... haha... what with sitting in a race car driving in an open space area, other race cars drifting in a circle around and around you... XD... and also seeing all the expensive cars lining in a few rows and the small formation formed by the race cars when coming to a stop... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, we shot a short video story there (can't wait to see it tomorrow)... included some acting from the bride and groom, lots and lots of drifting, which brought lots more of dust, and tons and tons of scourging sun... haha... very sunny and hot day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, me and my friend rode in a race car when going to the site... but the driver of our car was so quiet... which made us afraid to talk to him... to me, he seemed like wanting to join in the stuns showing (drifting) but was afraid to do it because he was carrying us 3 'small girls'... when it was time to leave the site, my friend couldn't resist anymore and ask the driver whether he could do some drifting with his car... i saw that he was secretly smiling to himself (i was in the cold-driver seat)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were leaving the place, i think the driver actually wanted to drift the car... but the circle made was quite small and there were many cars beside us... (so not too sure la...) and suddenly, we heard a big bump from beneath the car... seconds later, it was found that there was a problem with the gear box of our car... the gear wouldn't enter... the driver called an uncle from another car... and we were asked to leave first with the car of that uncle now driven by his wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stop at the roadside just outside the place... apparently there were a few more shots needed... the auntie (looked very young) decided to ask another guy to drive her car while she drove the other as she feel she couldn't get the hang of the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with that guy about some very lame stuffs on the way back... haha... after reaching back at the bride's house, we sticked around a bit before going back to the groom's house for a second round buffet (just drank a box of water)... helped the bride to undo her pins in her hair... stayed around short while more and decided to go back the bride's house again... i came home shortly after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cars are super cool man... never been so in love with looking at cars... haha... pity i tak dpt take pictures of the cars (my camera and phone was left in the room at the bride's house)... sigh... perhaps i might have a chance tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3704372128027987738?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3704372128027987738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3704372128027987738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3704372128027987738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding.html' title='Wedding....'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5677835133351691744</id><published>2009-12-20T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:32:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm having a considerably busy schedule these days... i'm supposed to go back to the school library to help the teacher (as promised) but have yet went... sigh... sorry... still, i have so many things waiting to be done... :( my room's a mess (particularly my table)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went for a pre-Christmas celebration at a resort... i don't know what's the resort's name... =.= ... about i do know that it's somewhere around Seelong (i heard is somewhere near Senai gua)... not much to say about it... so here's some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vqIwPtKI/AAAAAAAAALA/QUO6DCfWzYw/s1600-h/Statue+n+basin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vqIwPtKI/AAAAAAAAALA/QUO6DCfWzYw/s200/Statue+n+basin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417319802724136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;statue at the entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uR_xuunI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xfUJi5UEBuY/s1600-h/Flower+basin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uR_xuunI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xfUJi5UEBuY/s200/Flower+basin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318288485956210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vqQ01hyI/AAAAAAAAALI/ViPfHlaASw8/s1600-h/Statue+vs+human.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vqQ01hyI/AAAAAAAAALI/ViPfHlaASw8/s200/Statue+vs+human.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417319804890875682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uSCGUKnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/83UJfKap7M8/s1600-h/funny+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uSCGUKnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/83UJfKap7M8/s200/funny+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318289109166706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uQ4pIwAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NfMT9I9vgrM/s1600-h/Deco-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uQ4pIwAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NfMT9I9vgrM/s200/Deco-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318269390995458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was in front one of the rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uRrp0kvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9OilwBtphWs/s1600-h/Doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uRrp0kvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9OilwBtphWs/s200/Doors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318283084075762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uREkt1TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nlFYK3PF54w/s1600-h/Deco-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4uREkt1TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nlFYK3PF54w/s200/Deco-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318272593679666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vphXd6WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cjpamUcqD9I/s1600-h/Me149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vphXd6WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cjpamUcqD9I/s200/Me149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417319792151226722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-5677835133351691744?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5677835133351691744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5677835133351691744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5677835133351691744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/Sy4vqIwPtKI/AAAAAAAAALA/QUO6DCfWzYw/s72-c/Statue+n+basin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6352239743288804984</id><published>2009-12-06T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:03:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmetics...</title><content type='html'>I was watching &lt;guess&gt; this morning... It's actually a replay from long ago (due to somethings they mentioned)... this episode was about how people (girls) can apply make-up to their face and result in drastic change (in this case become superbly gorgeous)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 girls was invited onto the show...first they showed their photo (with make-up and everything)... then everyone goes 'wow... so pretty, like XXX, bla bla bla'... next, they were invited in one by one... and everyone goes 'O.O' *unbelievable face*... during the 'interview', the hosts goes on to say things that I'm sure would hurt... but I'm sure they don't really mean any harm, it's just that it turns out to be that way... the truth hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to the girls... what i saw in them is that they really have the skill in make-up... well, that can be mastered through lots of practice (which they obviously have in excess)... also, they lack the feeling of security (lots of it)... 1 of them actually said that she brings 5 big boxes (50sets) of fake eyelashes whenever she goes out... imagine that... she don't feel secure without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with such attractive photos, they naturally have suitors... means they have quite a chance of having boyfriends... unfortunately, this makes them rely to their cosmetics more and more... they're afraid that their boyfriends wouldn't like them anymore with they saw their true faces (which in a few cases proves to be quite true)... at one time, one of them ended up wearing make-up even when she went to sleep (i guess her boyfriend was beside her)... sigh... poor thing lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with such high amount of cosmetics applied on their faces for such long periods, their skin becomes worst... so too overcome that, they apply MORE make-up to cover up what ever they don't want people to see... which is really a very bad cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they put a whole lot of effort into making themselves pretty... yet on the way lose their sense of security... they try so hard to attract the male specie using they attractive looks... and when them got them, their afraid to lose them when they see their true faces... so what they want them so much for and are afraid to lose them? since it's their beautiful looks their attracted to in the first place... no beauty(face) is able to last forever... and no face in able to be masked forever (in this case)... so? what's the point? getting yourselves all hurt like that when you lose them... but it was you who attracted them in that way... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their like peacocks... trying their best to show their beautiful colors so as to attract the opposite sex... yet peacocks are just animals... they aren't as sentimental as we humans are... by the way, those bright colored peacocks are the males... the dull colored ones are the females...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that using cosmetics is bad... using cosmetics aren't bad... but, over relying on it and losing your confidence and security in it is very bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6352239743288804984?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6352239743288804984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/cosmetics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6352239743288804984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6352239743288804984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/cosmetics.html' title='Cosmetics...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-659041338595050394</id><published>2009-12-05T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:05:02.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Auntie...</title><content type='html'>You know how aunties are? They get excited about sales and offers, bargain a lot, fuse about prices, keep asking for samples, count into everything and look into all the small details that we people normally miss out... haha... not that it's bad la... there's quite many good points about them actually... at least their careful with their money (in some ways), and they make sure their making a good deal when they buy things (in their opinion)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you'll see most of the 'aunties' in the wet market? well, you still see them there (that's quite a tradition)... but nowadays, there's more to them wet-markets... you see them buying vegetables in hypermarkets... haha... it's said that the prices in the wet-market is higher than in the hypermarkets... look at that... lol... not to mention that veg in the hypermarkets are equally fresh and you can get vouchers when you shop at hypermarkets... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound very like an auntie right now... well, it's not too bad to be like one at times... at least you get to save a lot and get the most out of your spending s... plus you get to interact with lots of other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think being an auntie is a piece of cake, you're way wrong... first, you need to know all the prices of stuff, keep your eyes open to info about sales, have very thick skin, fast action, be ever observant about small details, have good arguing skills, have good networks to get the best prices and special offers and of course have a very good memory... tough job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so auntie lesson number one... always look at the price when you buy something... always check your bill during purchase... stand up for your consumer's rights (but please don't over do it)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-659041338595050394?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/659041338595050394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/typical-auntie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/659041338595050394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/659041338595050394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/typical-auntie.html' title='Typical Auntie...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-9115776391767340193</id><published>2009-12-04T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:21:20.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just feeling like blogging... although i totally have no idea what to blog about... i life seems dull... with nothing interesting to say about... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to post this cute little bear of mine... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SxkMHl1A5uI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JNauBH7F29U/s1600-h/P9250083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SxkMHl1A5uI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JNauBH7F29U/s200/P9250083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411369751815448290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken some time ago... because it gave me the feeling that it was very very very lonely... sad... so i took a snap... haha... but now i think i looks cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i really should be studying now la... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m.i.a&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-9115776391767340193?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9115776391767340193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-feeling-like-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/9115776391767340193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/9115776391767340193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-feeling-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SxkMHl1A5uI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JNauBH7F29U/s72-c/P9250083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8827922160081696731</id><published>2009-12-03T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:50:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo... I'm back with parang-s... haha.... i see i have lots of grass to cut... otherwise my cow might be in live danger... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so actually i shouldn't be back YET... but well... I'M BORED... by the way, there's just 2 more papers to go... CHEMISTRY &amp;amp; BC... den SPM is over... hurray... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so decided to come back do some 'cleaning' first... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have totally nothing to blog about lo... life have been quite boring lately... juz many much more studying and less fun... not to mention less sleep... it's not because i sleep late la... it's because i CAN'T make myself fall asleep... sigh... i don't know why...recently got few nights like that lo...&lt;br /&gt;i have 'big black eyes'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8827922160081696731?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8827922160081696731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8827922160081696731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8827922160081696731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6188628428749512150</id><published>2009-10-27T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:19:30.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog...</title><content type='html'>Obviously, I haven't been blogging lately... And sad to say, I won't be blogging for quite sometime now... as you would be aware, SPM is very very near now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... so why am I blogging now?? because I feeling emo... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, not much of the above is because of the nearing SPM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo... so why am I emo?? because I just got the lasted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shao Nian&lt;/span&gt; today... for those who don't know what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shao Nian&lt;/span&gt;... well, it's a monthly magazine for students... so i was skip-reading through it in the afternoon.. and had a sudden inspiration to write something... so... got inspiration then write lo... anyway i was tired of the sej latihan, plus i hadn't written anything new for months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... ya... ended up a bit emo lo... didn't finish any stories la... got stuck half-way down the first piece and decided to have dinner after starting the second piece... haha... partly my fault la... maybe will continue tomorrow or sometime in the future la... :D ... but don't think will continue today la... had quite enough already... lolx... anyway I'm just writing for fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's for now... bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-6188628428749512150?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6188628428749512150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6188628428749512150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/6188628428749512150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4142930732364972013</id><published>2009-10-17T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:32:58.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>It seems to me my neighbors are happy celebrating their Deepavali this year the Chinese way... lol... all the fire-works... so damn noisy lo... their crackers are those that go "BOOM!" so super long one lo... not those that go off in a chain noise... sigh... this type is serious very annoying... it sounds like their house exploded over and over again with few minutes of interval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think... how do the others survive during Chinese New Year when everywhere around you is exploding??&lt;br /&gt;i know one thing is that the crackers used have a more 'chained-up' sound... but other than that, it's actually equally loud and noisy lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye... those still facing exams... study hard... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-4142930732364972013?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4142930732364972013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepavali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4142930732364972013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4142930732364972013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2776252948528532103</id><published>2009-09-30T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:41:17.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial Results...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maths- 91 A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BI- 86 A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Add Math- 84 A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EST- 83 A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Physic- 74 A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chemistry- 73 A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BC- 73 A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moral- 71 A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Biology- 70 A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BM- 64 B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sejarah- 51 C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad la... haha... overall quite good for papers with my name on them edi la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2776252948528532103?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2776252948528532103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/trial-results.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2776252948528532103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2776252948528532103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/trial-results.html' title='Trial Results...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3082478388425424700</id><published>2009-09-29T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:00:21.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank cek...</title><content type='html'>2day after lunch...&lt;br /&gt;went to the bank to help my dad deposit a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I've helped deposited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deposit&lt;/span&gt; machines in bank quite many times before this to know very well how it's quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the challenge this time was to fill in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt; deposit slip... I've never filled in this slip before (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; i often help to take it)... In addition to that, i had to fill it all up all on my own... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... now, ain't i a clever child??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just walk in to the bank with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt; and a pen in my hand... went over to the 'shelf' beside that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;deposit&lt;/span&gt; machine... which was also just beside the door... i took a slip from the rack there (like what i did in past occasions)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i just looked blanking at the slip... trying to remember and figure out what and where were the details supposed to be fitted in... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... looked damn stupid lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to ask the guy standing beside me... he was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;filing&lt;/span&gt; in a slip... but i didn't know what or how to say... so i simply just looked to stupid n pointed to him n the slip in front of me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... what stupid idiot i felt like... but he i think he also didn't know what to respond... and just simply said 'dunno'... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, one lady came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;deposit&lt;/span&gt; machine to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;deposit&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cek&lt;/span&gt;... so i asked her... as i was still wearing my uniform, she talked to me in part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;... i think she might have thought i was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;... =.= ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked whether i was paying for car loan or something... didn't quite understand... and i said 'no no'... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;... super confused about everything that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt;, the man next to me pasted over another piece of slip...&lt;br /&gt;he said 'i think you're needing this form'&lt;br /&gt;'.................'&lt;br /&gt;i took it and looked at it... how familiar...&lt;br /&gt;the lady just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lingered&lt;/span&gt; for few more seconds then went off... bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the new slip, i somehow felt i now knew how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fill&lt;/span&gt; it in... but for the safe side, i kept asking and asking about ever detail to fill in... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... until the last bit was filled in by that guy himself... :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank him again before leaving... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad for first times???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3082478388425424700?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3082478388425424700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/bank-cek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3082478388425424700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3082478388425424700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/bank-cek.html' title='Bank cek...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4178031005739615804</id><published>2009-09-29T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:01:38.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Credit for my Sej.... :DD</title><content type='html'>2day, i got back my trial result for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sej&lt;/span&gt;... it was thought of to be quite a very sorry sight ever since i sat for the paper few weeks ago... i thought i would totally fail it... very badly indeed...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT FAIL MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SEJ&lt;/span&gt; TRIAL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Ping put my paper on my table... she said 'didn't fail a'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... i didn't really get it in at first...&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the paper and saw (21/100)... so i looked at her, didn't understand what she said...&lt;br /&gt;i looked again at the mark... there was kind of a ' - ' just about the '2' ...&lt;br /&gt;den i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Ping... this one is '5' a???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shock lo... couldn't believe it at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... rejoicing occasion ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy lo... even happier than when i got my physic paper3 that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have to treat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Min to lunch because i lost the bet... (but quite happily still)&lt;br /&gt;n Wei too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-4178031005739615804?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4178031005739615804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-credit-for-my-sej-dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4178031005739615804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4178031005739615804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-credit-for-my-sej-dd.html' title='I got Credit for my Sej.... :DD'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8090490808519225391</id><published>2009-09-28T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:38:41.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post By Wei Wei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My attitude is a problem, but I'll never change it.&lt;br /&gt;It's because it's what make me ME.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confront&lt;/span&gt; with people who spread rumours&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;tell off others what have fakers done for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own benefits.&lt;br /&gt;I know well who do like me and who don't.&lt;br /&gt;So save your time faking in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8090490808519225391?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8090490808519225391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-by-wei-wei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8090490808519225391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8090490808519225391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-by-wei-wei.html' title='Post By Wei Wei'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2632142240735747161</id><published>2009-09-26T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:23:18.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&gt;E</title><content type='html'>I know I'm over-reacting... like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; over-reacting... i always have been... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, WT is dead right about one thing... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very emotional person... i know...&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean that I'm emo, ok?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i get very emo at times...&lt;br /&gt;but that's just because I'm a very sensitive person...&lt;br /&gt;quite very sensitive to things around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry a lot... but not much... (try to catch what this means)&lt;br /&gt;I cry for everything and anything... sometimes even nothing... lolz...&lt;br /&gt;that's just me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2632142240735747161?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2632142240735747161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2632142240735747161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2632142240735747161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html' title='M&gt;E'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8785056758919077173</id><published>2009-09-25T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:29:16.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day spent the whole day at home again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finish sewing... read 1 page of sej text book... haha... damn bored de... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone was so so so quiet 2day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk sms me oni... den Zhi Hui oso got ba... but sms her very expensive la... my phone now credit below RM2 edi lo... sigh... but morning bought reload card edi la... so... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit...&lt;br /&gt;i .... him la...&lt;br /&gt;NEVER had i ....ed someone so much... sigh... i know i'm lossing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where is he?&lt;br /&gt;33hours, 40mins on the missing list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8785056758919077173?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8785056758919077173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/2day-spent-whole-day-at-home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8785056758919077173'/><link rel='self' 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everyday facebook facebook and more facebook lo... siao de... but coz everytime want try spent less time at the com (but still failed) then never come blogger... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor poor blog... having such a lousy owner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting crazier and crazier by day... sigh... i think i very well might go crazy...&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i want now... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-333032209553219753?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/333032209553219753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/waa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/333032209553219753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/333032209553219753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/waa.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7282449960178090988</id><published>2009-09-18T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:37:39.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After slightly more den 1 year....&lt;br /&gt;at last, fate brought us together....&lt;br /&gt;haha... i'm talking like what lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...&lt;br /&gt;so i finally saw her...&lt;br /&gt;after so long time longing...&lt;br /&gt;still so beautiful lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best part of it is...&lt;br /&gt;i think she recognized me... :DD&lt;br /&gt;quite shocked la...&lt;br /&gt;coz we don't know each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i think sum1 will came say me sampat after reading this la...&lt;br /&gt;hehe... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the story was...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went CS with Zhi Hui, Qiao Min, Wen Qian, LLP, Jo, Wen Jie...&lt;br /&gt;Lee Ping n Jo went bck very early lo...&lt;br /&gt;going tuition...&lt;br /&gt;rest of us went New-way...&lt;br /&gt;i first time go there ma...&lt;br /&gt;actually is i ask Qiao Min teman me go de...&lt;br /&gt;den in the end 5 of us all went...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i super damn sampat de lo...&lt;br /&gt;juz b4 going in, when at the counter time...&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly saw sum1...&lt;br /&gt;i stil think is her la... althought no proof is her...&lt;br /&gt;coz when i pull Wen Jie teman me go see tat time couldn't find her edi...&lt;br /&gt;but... haha... who knows?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-7282449960178090988?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7282449960178090988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-slightly-more-den-1-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7282449960178090988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7282449960178090988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-slightly-more-den-1-year.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-9018232159655844332</id><published>2009-08-29T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:47:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My computer's hibernation period starts after i off it tonight...&lt;br /&gt;:( ( (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i'll miss him...&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i feel i'm fail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..&lt;br /&gt;that's all we can do for now..&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes... we're really weak..&lt;br /&gt;just too weak to face everything that comes at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIA YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's juz wait and see ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;my hopes are high...&lt;br /&gt;so what will happen if i fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm living in a world of 23 hours a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-9018232159655844332?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9018232159655844332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-computers-hibernation-period-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/9018232159655844332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/9018232159655844332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-computers-hibernation-period-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3220457527748016639</id><published>2009-08-25T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:10:54.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye for now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many things that I wanna blog about... yet am too lazy to type it all out... sigh... sorry la... i recently really becoming so so so very lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the plan now is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna off my computer from now until after SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it a very noble plan u know?&lt;br /&gt;from my view... at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona work?&lt;br /&gt;think so gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;enough of the me-to-me talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye guys... girls...&lt;br /&gt;and who ever else that is reading this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck for those sitting for exams...&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/7531243041353794463-3220457527748016639?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5234575867441843291</id><published>2009-08-09T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:53:58.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg's feeling so much much much better after applying the solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course that will include after the pain the solution caused had gone off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeling like running and jumping again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&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/7531243041353794463-5234575867441843291?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-6703144735781051702</id><published>2009-08-09T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:42:16.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my goosh&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't known that applying the 'yellow solution' could be THAT pain...&lt;br /&gt;walao...&lt;br /&gt;ok... i knew it would be pain...&lt;br /&gt;always saw the person applying it ask the person being applied to bear with the pain&lt;br /&gt;and some being applied to screw up their faces in pain&lt;br /&gt;but den,&lt;br /&gt;just now when applying time not pain lo...&lt;br /&gt;after i walk out of the room only start to become very pain...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;but now ok edi la...&lt;br /&gt;the pain gone edi...&lt;br /&gt;huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4348585040792994780</id><published>2009-08-09T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:22:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leg pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my leg has been quite so pathetic this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since Saturday morning, or maybe it was Friday night... the 'thumb' of my right foot had been paining whenever to touched or bumped it... and i had been so clumsy as to managed to bump it quite a few times with some force against things such as chairs, carpet, human, and even the floor... sigh... pain pain lo... but den today it became much much much better la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now went play badminton... as usual lo...&lt;br /&gt;there was 2 person from outside of the group who came today... 1 was Uncle Lawrence and the other was Soh... although today we got 2 courts, i didn't really play much ba... cause lazy also lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was time to go back... i was playing with the baby la... until suddenly someone told me my parent went already... so i quickly rush out lo... but i felt my pocket and found that i had lost my comb... sigh... ask Mic find for me then i went lo... don't know she found it or not le... t.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as i was saying... i rushed out of the badminton court... a car was parked at the bottom of the steps in front of the door... as i was running, it was kind of blocking my way lo... so i decided not to use the stairs... instead, i decided to jump down over the longkang... foolish attemp i know... as a result, i fell... yes, right on to the road... i kind of stumbled la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the 'thunb' of my right foot is not really causing ALOT of pain anymore... instead, i have now a pair of hurting knee and some little pain in my palm... sigh...&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/7531243041353794463-4348585040792994780?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4348585040792994780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/leg-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4348585040792994780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4348585040792994780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/leg-pain.html' title='leg pain...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1243493562090672172</id><published>2009-08-01T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:33:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what's got into me lately... I've been like so high + crazy + stupid + childish... I've been doing all sorts of crazy-stupid-childish stuff... sometimes i even act worst than a child... i think i might even be making those around me go nuts... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, when i say I'm childish... i don't mean i talk with a very very very slow speed... no... I'm quite talking considerable fast... I'm just kind of doing lots of sot sot stuff which can quite be classified as mad... maybe you would have a fine chance of witnessing some of the things i do at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tampoi&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woodbridge&lt;/span&gt; mental hospital... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood swings have been real bad lately... i can be real high this minute, jumping and jumping around and doing all sorts of crazy-funny-stupid things, and suddenly so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; in the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example... i n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; Min did physic presentation on Thursday... about logic gate... i was so damn hyper at that time i was practically jumping all about... well, i wasn't really born to be a teacher...  neither did i ever have such an ambition... so as a result to my poor and super fast teaching, nobody quite understood what i was teaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; Yuan they all were trying quite hard to listen to my teaching la at the beginning... but then i think they kind of got bored of my jumping around or they already understood through their own studying/tuition or maybe they just gave up with co-operating with me... so they just drifted off into their own discussion while some just slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did notice one other pair of eyes watching me quite through out the lesson... but then again, i quite wished that that pair of eyes hadn't been so focused on where i stood... gave me the a bit of pressure and also the urge to smacking him in the face... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... sorry I'm so not grateful for the attention you've given me in that lesson, though nobody quite gave me much attention that time... for a second i quite wished that you were doing what you normally did in class lo... even if it was snogging, i wouldn't care an inch... at least it would be better than having you quite called staring at me lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Ping was listening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;... at least... she mostly does... but i wasn't quite giving my attention to beyond the first row of tables la... sorry... her conclusion for nobody able understand my teaching was because of my jumping around... she said maybe that was quite a distraction... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK... enough of those physic lesson... I'm so many stars away out of the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my mood swings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after physic... i was suddenly so tired lo... felt like sleeping... managed to drag myself back to class... then was BM lesson... don't know y, suddenly feeling so damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; lo... i just sat on my chair... doing nothing, thinking nothing... only breaking a few times when teacher told me to do her work... i just left the exercise papers lying on my desk not intending to start doing them... but in the end i still went over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Ping that group there to start to copy la... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... because teacher suddenly said something about wanting us to pass-up that day... so push myself to do lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, that night at BM tuition... i don't know y... suddenly like got so high lo... doing all the funny funny sot sot stuff... like mad person like that lo... bugged the hell of Michelle... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1243493562090672172?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1243493562090672172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1243493562090672172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1243493562090672172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2729121270470186869</id><published>2009-07-17T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:02:06.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much have been going on lately...but den... i lazy wan type out everything lo... partly also because i forgot quite alot of it already la... haha... so i'll juz pick sum main points ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some girlfriend so happened to be playing with her boyfriend and tore his trousers... haha... a hole at the side of that guys pants... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;not funny? ok... nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday got ceramah for biology... so need to stay back in school... went with Zhu Yen, Pei Ling, Tong, Kok Yuan, Teoh, Cheryl eat mee hoon kuih... not really went together la... coz i n Cheryl went home to change clothes first... the ceramah was...like tat lo...juz quite like any other ceramah ba... haha... bored gua... the speaker/teacher's english quite good lo... like pluto &amp;amp; the sun when compared to *ahem*... haha... instead of noticing the points she giving us, i was noticing more on the english she used... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day went out with Cheryl, Wei &amp;amp; HK...ate mee hoon kuih agian... but a different place... the food was quite ok la... not bad... the digestion was quite another story la... haha... *shhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis few days... or say week... keep having lots of funny funny dreams lo... n i ended up telling WT that i dreamt of her almost about 9 out of 10 days... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;sorry... those funny funny dreamz don't have you... paiseh la... don't dissappointed la...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend Sally has been telling me something lately...&lt;br /&gt;i don't quite really believe it la...&lt;br /&gt;but maybe some part of it holds truth... rite?&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't think it'll work out la...&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know what exactly do i really want...&lt;br /&gt;but the dream also showed me plainly that i don't like that sort of guys...&lt;br /&gt;so... what do i want?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just the same thing showing over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just don't wanna give up?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just wanna hold on to it? eventhought i no i won't want it forever?&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;maybe... always maybe...&lt;br /&gt;please let me make the right choice this time...&lt;br /&gt;althought it seem like it would be harder this time round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2729121270470186869?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2729121270470186869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2729121270470186869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2729121270470186869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5111866865618513047</id><published>2009-07-17T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:28:39.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i haven been blogging much lately... n i oso know tat i'm not going 2 be blogging much in the cuming days... sorry la... dun miss me 2 much ya... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been using my com much much much 2 much... so... i'm now not allowing myself 2 touch the com on weekdays (friday not included)... so i wil oni b using my com on Fridays, Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've been quite successful for 2 weeks now...&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad la... quite a good thing actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent so much less time on the computer... instead, i spent most of my time reading storybooks now... haha... good in some small way... but the main motive stil not achieved... haha... well, at least i think the electricity bill is going down a little... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i'll get a little bit less nagging... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2365874982423092415</id><published>2009-07-01T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:22:37.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 heart attacks in 1 day...&lt;br /&gt;walao...&lt;br /&gt;i have a really poor heart u know?&lt;br /&gt;stop scaring me like tat le...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna learn about putting pin number 2 blogs...&lt;br /&gt;who ever knows how?&lt;br /&gt;plz teach me ok?&lt;br /&gt;plz plz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2365874982423092415?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2365874982423092415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2365874982423092415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2365874982423092415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-attack.html' title='Heart Attack'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8343508992138742690</id><published>2009-07-01T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:02:40.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got quite a shock of my life 2day...&lt;br /&gt;was the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt; 2 class after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chemis&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chemis&lt;/span&gt; damn tired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; dunno y... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; air-con 2 comfortable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;edi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... cum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;saw 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; in the corridor... *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was walking alongside the girl...&lt;br /&gt;*ahem hem*&lt;br /&gt;den saw the boy walking 2wards our way...&lt;br /&gt;(4give me... i seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; know they were 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gether&lt;/span&gt;... b4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the sight of tat guy really shocked me lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;walao&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; froze there...&lt;br /&gt;i expression totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; change since the sight of him until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt; in class lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sight u would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;oni&lt;/span&gt; b able 2 c in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; dramas...&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; u cant even c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his expressions was totally... i dunno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; word 2 use...&lt;br /&gt;his face was like saying:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so totally in love wit her... deep....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... i was so stunned...&lt;br /&gt;everything was like blank n i was in total shock...&lt;br /&gt;luckily the next lesson was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bm&lt;/span&gt;... teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; came in n sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wasn't totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-informed about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; couple la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; really believe n the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; get through 2 me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey,&lt;br /&gt;next time u wanna tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;sumting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; shocking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;plz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; tell me straight in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; face la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so damn blur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; as u should know...&lt;br /&gt;so... ya... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; whole thing in normal words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 4got my 2 textbooks i was holding in my hand when going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt; time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; c it on the bench when i took my blazer...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;ya, i left it in school again...&lt;br /&gt;pathetically,&lt;br /&gt;the same bench...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;oni&lt;/span&gt; realized it when we reached Cheryl's house...&lt;br /&gt;so had 2 turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt; 2 school 2 take it lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;now u c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; blur??&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/7531243041353794463-8343508992138742690?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8343508992138742690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/frozen-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8343508992138742690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8343508992138742690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/frozen-still.html' title='Frozen still'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2965939514985770170</id><published>2009-06-29T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:22:26.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foul mood</title><content type='html'>now really feeling not very good...&lt;br /&gt;2moro supposed 2 go Singapore de...&lt;br /&gt;but now not going edi...&lt;br /&gt;y? well, dun ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i push away everything...&lt;br /&gt;den now juz say dun wan go edi...&lt;br /&gt;walao... like wats tis man...&lt;br /&gt;i know u have ur reasons n all...&lt;br /&gt;but oso dun nid say until like ntg is concerned lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat day u said u wan go...&lt;br /&gt;so i bo pian lo...&lt;br /&gt;i push away lots of things lo...&lt;br /&gt;now juz say 'not going edi'... den like settle everything lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, u haven settled 1 thing...&lt;br /&gt;tats ME...&lt;br /&gt;wat about all the things i first wanted 2 do?&lt;br /&gt;all pushed away 4 ntg...&lt;br /&gt;u're wasting my 1 whole day now...&lt;br /&gt;n i mean 1 WHOLE day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao...&lt;br /&gt;2 much u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now tis thing juz reminds me of a stupid past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate it... i juz hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its so different yet so similiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2965939514985770170?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2965939514985770170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-62114336393853432</id><published>2009-06-26T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:53:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i'm like so blur 2day lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after open day finish... wan go bck, so called my dad fetch lo...&lt;br /&gt;den i put my sijil n trophy on the bench n 4got all about it...&lt;br /&gt;walk here walk there lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;den saw Daniel Tan...&lt;br /&gt;he say i look like Xin Hui... haha...&lt;br /&gt;den i say Xin Hui is my sis...&lt;br /&gt;den bluff bluff abit la...&lt;br /&gt;he don really believe... coz he say he nvr seen me b4...&lt;br /&gt;of ocz la... i oso nvr seen him b4 ma... lol...&lt;br /&gt;den my dad cum d... so the bluff was through... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went bck...&lt;br /&gt;*totally not remembering anything about the trophy n sijil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went buy thing, send Cheryl bck...&lt;br /&gt;summore went eat lunch lo...&lt;br /&gt;den went reach home...&lt;br /&gt;i straight on com... haha... now bcuming habit edi... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl told me i 4got take my things...&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'walao... y i so blur...'&lt;br /&gt;den call Ying Hong ask him help... haha...&lt;br /&gt;thx ya... :D&lt;br /&gt;he frm Chunky walk bck school hepl me find lo... :)&lt;br /&gt;but den shouldn find...&lt;br /&gt;so i say suan le lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told Cheryl cant find lo...&lt;br /&gt;den she oni told me Shahira take bck 4 me edi...&lt;br /&gt;=.= ... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn blur rite??&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx YH...&lt;br /&gt;thx Shahira...&lt;br /&gt;haha... :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;词:许常德&lt;br /&gt;曲:郭子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;我怀念有一年的夏天&lt;br /&gt;一场大雨把你留在我身边&lt;br /&gt;我看着你那被淋湿的脸&lt;br /&gt;还有一片树叶贴在头发上面&lt;br /&gt;那时我们被困在路边&lt;br /&gt;世界不过是一个小小屋檐&lt;br /&gt;你说如果雨一直下到明天&lt;br /&gt;我们就厮守到永远&lt;br /&gt;rain...&lt;br /&gt;falling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;你的声音仍然深印我心田&lt;br /&gt;世界改变你也改变&lt;br /&gt;我在海角天边&lt;br /&gt;rain...&lt;br /&gt;falling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;你的诺言虽然没有实现&lt;br /&gt;爱是雨点落在昨天&lt;br /&gt;永不放晴的缠绵&lt;br /&gt;我怀念有一年的夏天&lt;br /&gt;一场大雨把你留在我身边&lt;br /&gt;我看着你那被淋湿的脸&lt;br /&gt;还有一片树叶贴在头发上面&lt;br /&gt;那时我们被困在路边&lt;br /&gt;世界不过是一个小小屋檐&lt;br /&gt;你说如果雨一直下到明天&lt;br /&gt;我们就厮守到永远&lt;br /&gt;rain...&lt;br /&gt;falling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;你的声音仍然深印我心田&lt;br /&gt;世界改变你也改变&lt;br /&gt;我在海角天边&lt;br /&gt;rain...&lt;br /&gt;falling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;你的诺言虽然没有实现&lt;br /&gt;爱是雨点落在昨天&lt;br /&gt;永不放晴的缠绵 &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2837712663960642123?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2837712663960642123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2837712663960642123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2837712663960642123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-by.html' title='Rain by 范晓萱'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8391528806244571960</id><published>2009-06-21T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:54:40.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frm&lt;/span&gt; Father's Day celebration... well, tats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; they call it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Indah&lt;/span&gt; field...&lt;br /&gt;very very fun lo... laugh n laugh... sweat quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i went wit Michelle n my mother went there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ltr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;u'll&lt;/span&gt; ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but where's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he annoyingly did not go...&lt;br /&gt;he choose 2 go play badminton... so tats y i ended going wit Michelle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach the field &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sumting&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;everybody gathered... n v put our things in 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pondok&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;once the food all place on the seat...&lt;br /&gt;i n many another few fellas started 2 eat n eat n eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... i 2day super glutton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den finally kind of settled down...&lt;br /&gt;n said an opening prayer...&lt;br /&gt;den... den... v ate again... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;pineapple n cheese very nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; lo...&lt;br /&gt;i 2day first time c... n ended up eating n eating... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;nearly half in my stomach lo... i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den Mic pulled me go play swing...&lt;br /&gt;long long time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt; play d... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;stil&lt;/span&gt; not bad la... took few pics but not wit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they started playing game...&lt;br /&gt;baseball... or they call it softball... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;... i dunno la...&lt;br /&gt;so played ball...&lt;br /&gt;at first i was at another side... 4got doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; join them...&lt;br /&gt;when i came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt;... they already playing 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; round...&lt;br /&gt;as i did not know how 2 play...&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; squat at the side c them play lo...&lt;br /&gt;slowly slowly i watch them play n ask around...&lt;br /&gt;den i decided 2 join in n play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; nice got 1 auntie dun wan play... so i took her place n played lo...&lt;br /&gt;quite fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;... very exciting lo... 4 us la at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after i think 4 rounds or so...&lt;br /&gt;got tired n decided 2 stop...&lt;br /&gt;den some of the guys were playing wit the balls...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, dunno how...&lt;br /&gt;1 of the ball was thrown up on 2 the tree beside us n got stuck...&lt;br /&gt;so we spent the next period of time trying 2 get the ball down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first v used the remaining 2 balls...&lt;br /&gt;den 1 uncle decided 2 use the baseball bat...&lt;br /&gt;but in the ended the bat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tersangkut&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; high up... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so v used the remaining 2 balls 2 try get the bat down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;stil&lt;/span&gt; failed...&lt;br /&gt;den some1 had a brilliant idea...&lt;br /&gt;took a half filled 1.5 litre water bottle 2 throw...&lt;br /&gt;throw n throw n throw...&lt;br /&gt;finally was able 2 get the bat down...&lt;br /&gt;now everybody got quite happy wit tat...&lt;br /&gt;n v turned our attention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;bck&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; first ball...&lt;br /&gt;after 2 few more throws wit the water bottle...&lt;br /&gt;it started 2 break n now was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; leaking...&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;stil&lt;/span&gt; finally got the ball down also...&lt;br /&gt;but at the last throw...&lt;br /&gt;the bottle's crack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; very big...&lt;br /&gt;so i witnessed 2 very short semi water fight... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after tat...&lt;br /&gt;played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother hen&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;zhua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;xiao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; 1 i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; play la...&lt;br /&gt;the mother hen damn fierce the lo... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;instead of the eagle catching the chicks, the mother hen was catching the eagle... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'catch'&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ran n ran n ran... shout n shout n shout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... ended up out of breath n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den my mother wanted 2 go jog around the park...&lt;br /&gt;so i teman her lo...&lt;br /&gt;but in the end v oni jogged about 1/4 of the park den went home d...&lt;br /&gt;haha... damn sticky de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day altogether saw 6 dogs at the park...&lt;br /&gt;got cute de lo...&lt;br /&gt;the first 2 was white wit abit black brown..&lt;br /&gt;belonged 2 a family jogging there...&lt;br /&gt;super cute de say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den another 2 was light brown &amp;amp; blond...&lt;br /&gt;tis 2 is wild dog...&lt;br /&gt;in the park de...&lt;br /&gt;1 male &amp;amp; 1 female...&lt;br /&gt;quite tame de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i day now-a-days ppl dun really have 2 heart 4 animals de lo...&lt;br /&gt;they act worst den beast...&lt;br /&gt;got 2 young boys came playing by...&lt;br /&gt;1 of them was holding a long tree branch...&lt;br /&gt;they kind of chasing after the 2 dogs la...&lt;br /&gt;den i heard them say sumting about the dog...&lt;br /&gt;but in stead of saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cum lets go play wit the dogs'&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;they actually said ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cum go hit it&lt;/span&gt; '...&lt;br /&gt;n i really saw 1 of them hit a dog lo...&lt;br /&gt;wit hand, not say very very hard la...&lt;br /&gt;but den oso so anger wit hem de lo...&lt;br /&gt;wasey... i tell u a... so felt like spangking them de lo...&lt;br /&gt;stupid children wit no heart at all...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat their parents teach them...&lt;br /&gt;2 hit all the dogs they c outside? idiots...&lt;br /&gt;lets c 1 day they get bitten by a dog they hit...&lt;br /&gt;den they'll learn their lesson... hng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the last 2 dogs was 1 brown &amp;amp; 1 white...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted go nearer c de...&lt;br /&gt;but den was brought by wat seems 2 b a cuople...&lt;br /&gt;so didn go over lo...&lt;br /&gt;but when b4 going bck time... i n my mum jogged passed them...&lt;br /&gt;the brown 1 ok ok oni lo... frm far seemed cuter la... haha...&lt;br /&gt;theh white wan was abit bigger den the 1st 2 dogs i saw...&lt;br /&gt;but den tis wan was abit more good looking... haha...&lt;br /&gt;seem abit like the same breed wit the 1st 2 dogs...&lt;br /&gt;but i not sure le... juz got tis thinking oni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8391528806244571960?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8391528806244571960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8391528806244571960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8391528806244571960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1182857157370491438</id><published>2009-06-19T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:44:38.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have a feeling ur take advantage...&lt;br /&gt;juz bcoz i don't react bck at u...&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean i dun care...&lt;br /&gt;i don like u touching like tat...&lt;br /&gt;it hurts... u know... although i keep quiet...&lt;br /&gt;i trying 2 keep a distance if i can...&lt;br /&gt;but if it reaches a limit...&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll find a way 2 get bck at u...&lt;br /&gt;so stop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1182857157370491438?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1182857157370491438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-feeling-ur-take-advantage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1182857157370491438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1182857157370491438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-feeling-ur-take-advantage.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8187021948949116804</id><published>2009-06-18T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:34:26.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm becoming very blur blur de lo recently...&lt;br /&gt;since after coming bck frm school holiday...&lt;br /&gt;mayb play 2 much d ba... haha...&lt;br /&gt;super blur de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i didn bring water bottle 2 school...&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought i 4got 2 bring bck frm school on Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;so quite sad la... thought i lost it edi...&lt;br /&gt;den i oni remember tat i put the bottle on my table in my room...&lt;br /&gt;at the side ma... so mayb didn notice... den 4got about it lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Wednesday afternoon reach bck home...&lt;br /&gt;found the bottle on the table lo... of coz...&lt;br /&gt;so i put in the pouch at the side of my beg juz in case i 4get about it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day... Thursday... 2day...&lt;br /&gt;i remembered 2 bring my bottle 2 school... :)&lt;br /&gt;well, of coz... bcoz i already put it 'in' my beg ma...&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;i was blur enough to 4get all about my water bottle&lt;br /&gt;until i got down frm my mum's car in front of school...&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;i did not fill my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; bottle wit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; 2day...&lt;br /&gt;yes, i brought an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; water bottle 2 school 2day...&lt;br /&gt;so once again... i was without water in school... lolx&lt;br /&gt;but at least 2day i went koperasi 2 buy water after physic class la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8187021948949116804?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8187021948949116804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-becoming-very-blur-blur-de-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8187021948949116804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8187021948949116804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-becoming-very-blur-blur-de-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5688069129653769374</id><published>2009-06-18T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:43:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天冷就回来 by 陈洁仪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VYJkXQrQbBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VYJkXQrQbBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;从前对着收音机学唱旧的歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我问妈妈为什么伤心像快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;妈妈笑着说她也不懂得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我想出去走一走哦妈妈点点头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;天冷你就回来别在风中徘徊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;哦妈妈眼里有明白还有一丝无奈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;天冷我想回家童年已经不在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;昨天的雨点撒下来那滋味叫作爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;呜~别在风中徘徊呜~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" &gt;天冷就回来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;渐渐对着收音机学唱新的歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我问朋友为什么做梦也快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;朋友笑说他从不相信梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我想出去走一走哦朋友点点头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;天冷你就回来别在风中徘徊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;朋友的眼里有明白还有一份期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;天冷我想回家年少已经不在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;今天的雨点撒下来那滋味就是爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;现在对着收音机听自己唱的歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我的他问为什么幸福不快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我微笑着说我也不懂得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;他想出去走一走我对他点点头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;天冷你就回来别在风中徘徊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;我猜我眼里有明白还有一丝无奈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;天冷他没回家我仍然在等待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;明天的雨点撒下来那滋味就是爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;呜~别在风中徘徊呜~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" &gt;天冷就回来&lt;/span&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/7531243041353794463-5688069129653769374?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5688069129653769374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5688069129653769374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5688069129653769374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/by.html' title='天冷就回来 by 陈洁仪'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3841369204352255891</id><published>2009-06-16T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:55:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2day school finish about 1.30 or so... came home short while den was supposed 2 go bck school meet at 2.40... coz wan go collect the yuran 4 the school library... but den i cum bck do sumtings... ended up reach school almost 3 o'clock... haha... damn late... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finish collecting... went 2 library office chit-chat, eat drink... haha... morning time after finish collecting oso went there eat biscuit short while... haha... :P ... shh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they all started 2 talk about the Korean show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys Over Flowers&lt;/span&gt;... the name is sumwhere there la... dunno whether got spell wrong or not... now almost every1 oso talking about tat show la... so ntg too special about the conversation rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... those talk was actually oni 3 person... n in those 3 person, 2 of them was malay... haha... cool rite? they talk talk talk until like so interesting lo... i oni sit at the side... not really listening la... coz i haven go watch... mayb ltr year end or sumting like tat ba... now not say too interested in it yet... haha... oso no time 4 it la... lazy...&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/7531243041353794463-3841369204352255891?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3841369204352255891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-school-finish-about-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3841369204352255891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3841369204352255891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-school-finish-about-1.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3640641435620291402</id><published>2009-06-16T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:03:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>后来-刘若英</title><content type='html'>2day suddenly mentioned tis song... den started playing a part of it in my head... over n over... couldn't quite change song... mayb juz think abit abit over ba... haha... my over active brain...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DicyrTs2-0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DicyrTs2-0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;后来-刘若英&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;我总算学会了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;如何去爱可惜你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;早已远去消失在人海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;终于在眼泪中明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;有些人一旦错过就不再&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;☆★☆★☆★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;栀子花白花瓣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;落在我蓝色百褶裙上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"爱你1你轻声说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;我低下头闻见一阵芬芳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;那个永恒的夜晚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;十七岁仲夏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;你吻我的那个夜晚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;☆★☆★☆★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;让我往后的时光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;每当有感叹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;总想起当天的星光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;☆★☆★☆★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;那时候的爱情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;为什么就能那样简单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;而又是为什么人年少时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;一定要让深爱的人受伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;在这相似的深夜里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;你是否一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;也在静静追悔感伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;☆★☆★☆★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;如果当时我们能&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;不那么倔强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;现在也不那么遗憾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;你都如何回忆我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;带著笑或是很沉默&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;这些年来有没有人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;能让你不寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;我总算学会了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;如何去爱可惜你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;早已远去消失在人海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;终于在眼泪中明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;有些人一旦错过就不再&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;☆☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;☆☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;演唱:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;刘若英&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*** music ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;你都如何回忆我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;带著笑或是很沉默&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;这些年来有没有人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;能让你不寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;我总算学会了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;如何去爱可惜你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;早已远去消失在人海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;终于在眼泪中明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;有些人一旦错过就不再&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;我总算学会了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;如何去爱可惜你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;早已远去消失在人海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;后来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;终于在眼泪中明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;有些人一旦错过就不再&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;永远不会再重来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;有一个男孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;爱著那个女孩&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3640641435620291402?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3640641435620291402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3640641435620291402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3640641435620291402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_16.html' title='后来-刘若英'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8186163848554377053</id><published>2009-06-14T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:30:45.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz now went play badminton...&lt;br /&gt;i long time no go play d lo...&lt;br /&gt;about few weeks ba... always lazy find excuses... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day at the badminton court quite fun lo...&lt;br /&gt;chatting around... alot of jokes come out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about i wont blog about those la... haha... :P&lt;br /&gt;i brain very tired edi...&lt;br /&gt;wan go sleep...&lt;br /&gt;stil considered quite early la... but tired...&lt;br /&gt;mayb coz add math thing ma... stupid... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;but stil nid do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i'm not gonna blog about those jokes in the badminton court...&lt;br /&gt;u'll wonder wat i'm gonna blog about rite?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: nothing...&lt;br /&gt;haha... hit me... :p&lt;br /&gt;juz wanna blog lo... few days nvr blog d... sian sian de...&lt;br /&gt;so... i juz managed 2 put more rubbish in2 my blog again... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna sleep in a short while...&lt;br /&gt;but first i'm gonna off my com... it's been on 4 nearly 12 hours straight now...&lt;br /&gt;tata... miz me... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4248942554384182914</id><published>2009-06-11T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:23:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day went CS wit Primary School fren...&lt;br /&gt;quite ok ba...&lt;br /&gt;went gai gai abit n watch movie...&lt;br /&gt;i watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night At The Museum 2&lt;/span&gt; for the 2nd time... haha...&lt;br /&gt;but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night At The Museum 1&lt;/span&gt; i didn c b4 lo... :(&lt;br /&gt;tat day tv got watch i oso dapat watch abit abit oni... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped in2 quite a few ppl on the way &amp;amp; in CS...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly reminded me of sumting i missed out writing yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was early 2 reach the bus-stop yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;since everybody haven reach, i didn wan 2 stay at the bus-stop alone...&lt;br /&gt;so walked over to 7-11 to buy bread eat...&lt;br /&gt;i saw sum1 jogging on the opposite road...&lt;br /&gt;haha... of coz... tat sum1 is sum1 i know la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr thought tat i would see him again ma...&lt;br /&gt;summore in such a condition... (a covencidence on the road, not planned)&lt;br /&gt;happy? mayb more or less abit ba... lol...&lt;br /&gt;but den oso ntg la... he's ntg 2 me anyway...&lt;br /&gt;juz he made me think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; again... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;it juz seems 2 me tat v 2 can nvr meet... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn think tat i n him wil meet again... (actually oni i saw him, him didn c me ba)&lt;br /&gt;but den when i saw him, i thought:&lt;br /&gt;' v live in the same taman a... meet by covincidence is totally possible...'&lt;br /&gt;yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, i nvr seem 2 meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;althought v sumtimes few times appear at same places, same time...&lt;br /&gt;stil v nvr meet... sigh... 4get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... enough wit those things...&lt;br /&gt;lets cum bck to 2day...&lt;br /&gt;i finally bought a white wallet...&lt;br /&gt;i was finding for 1 for quite sum time edi...&lt;br /&gt;2day finally saw 1 white de... quite nice la... n not 2 expensive...&lt;br /&gt;so i straight away bought it lo... haha... :)&lt;br /&gt;so tats 1 of the happiest things about 2day la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den now tat much unhappy thing if 2day...&lt;br /&gt;i lost 50 bucks... :( ... t.t&lt;br /&gt;cry... mourn...&lt;br /&gt;i kept tat 50 in my pocket wan buy solution 4 contact-lens de...&lt;br /&gt;den when cum bck time wan go buy oni notice tat the 50 bucks disappear d...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... t.t ... my 50 dollars... :( ... lost le lo... T.T&lt;br /&gt;in the end didn buy the solution lo...&lt;br /&gt;oni c how ba... :( ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any1 wan sponser me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-4248942554384182914?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4248942554384182914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-went-cs-wit-primary-school-fren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4248942554384182914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4248942554384182914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-went-cs-wit-primary-school-fren.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5357199382603911811</id><published>2009-06-10T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:37:38.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>2day went Singapore... juz oni decided last nite... haha...&lt;br /&gt;went wit Jia Min, Li Shan, Wei... plus Johnny, his younger bro n Min Shuen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit bus frm near school... go Bukit Indah...&lt;br /&gt;change bus... go Singapore using Gelang Patah way...&lt;br /&gt;the bus went through Bukit Indah, so v pointing pointing whose house where where lo...&lt;br /&gt;den when i pointing say Cuei Heng house there there...&lt;br /&gt;Wei suddenly freeze looking behind me...&lt;br /&gt;Wan Chien juz boarded the bus... lol... (Cuei Heng's sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reach custom lo...&lt;br /&gt;on Singapore side...&lt;br /&gt;the custom officer very funny de...&lt;br /&gt;at first i walk up give him my passport... say Good Morning...&lt;br /&gt;den he didn say anything lo... juz look away...&lt;br /&gt;so nvm la... didn bother...&lt;br /&gt;den he ask: "Going where?"&lt;br /&gt;i was like... erm... Science Centre...&lt;br /&gt;den he started 2 smile lo... write the address 4 me...&lt;br /&gt;den suddenly he started conversation...&lt;br /&gt;"u sit wat bus? CW20?"&lt;br /&gt;den i was like... huh?&lt;br /&gt;i know i wasn't on CW20... but i oso dunno wat bus i taking lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;den i say: "Erm... dunno le... bus lo... haha..."&lt;br /&gt;den he started 2 laugh...&lt;br /&gt;"U take wat bus oso dunno a... haha..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno le... juz follow them (Johnny they al) ma... they take wat den wat lo..."&lt;br /&gt;haha... ended laughing my way out the custom... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den v walked frm the bus terminal over 2 science centre...&lt;br /&gt;there damn big de lo... totally no time finish seeing... haha...&lt;br /&gt;super tired de...&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch at the cafe there...&lt;br /&gt;den went c Da Vincci art exhibition...&lt;br /&gt;alots n alots of art... haha...&lt;br /&gt;almost i don understand de lo... :( ... i'm almost an idiot when i cums 2 art...&lt;br /&gt;but den stil spend almost more den 1 hour in there...&lt;br /&gt;read n read the writing beside the art piece lo...&lt;br /&gt;but den alot stil dun quite understand...&lt;br /&gt;got sum i read half way den give up d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after science centre... about 3.30pm went 2 snow city...&lt;br /&gt;it's actually quite like the snow world in Genting... juz smaller...&lt;br /&gt;the slide not as scary... but way more painful...&lt;br /&gt;but was quite fun la overall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after snow city... left about 5 sumthing i think...&lt;br /&gt;v decided wan go tour abit around Singapore... go walk walk...&lt;br /&gt;den walk bck 2 bus terminal...&lt;br /&gt;finally decided take MRT go Vivo City...&lt;br /&gt;so... went lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;went there eat... den went the roof or balcony there see see lo...&lt;br /&gt;decided take MRT go Marsiling... den take bus frm there cum bck...&lt;br /&gt;long ride... haha... in total, v almost went 1 roung aroung the island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cum out frm MRT station... waited short while 4 bus...&lt;br /&gt;the bus damn packed de lo... managed 2 squeeze on2 it...&lt;br /&gt;juz nice stand at the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;Singapore really quite a safe city lo... (crime rate)&lt;br /&gt;the guy behind me quite cute...&lt;br /&gt;coz bus very pack ma... den he juz nice squeeze on...&lt;br /&gt;n i really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean squeeze&lt;/span&gt;... the door juz nice can close n he can lean on it...&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, he juz nice on 2 bus...&lt;br /&gt;but den stil abit distance frm the machine where u scan the ez-link card...&lt;br /&gt;the machine was kind of beside the person in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;he was like abit waving his wallet 2 scan his card...&lt;br /&gt;so i very conveniently took his whole wallet frm him i scanned it... haha...&lt;br /&gt;juz imagine, he juz passed me his whole wallet juz like tat... lol...&lt;br /&gt;safe city rite... haha... mayb oso coz he was rite behind me la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, about the scanning part...&lt;br /&gt;juz scan n u can go through like MRT, bus everything rite?&lt;br /&gt;n most conveniently, u dun nid 2 take the card out frm ur wallet...&lt;br /&gt;so u like c ppl scan their wallets everyway...&lt;br /&gt;but juz now, i saw 1 auntie scanning her whole handbag... lol...&lt;br /&gt;quite a rare scence 4 me la... haha... abit funny...&lt;br /&gt;the sight looked abit cacat lo...&lt;br /&gt;summore i saw tat 2 times... i think is the same auntie la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went through the customs lo...&lt;br /&gt;reach cs... walked through it 2 get 2 the bus-stop...&lt;br /&gt;all the shops closed edi... no ppl de lo...&lt;br /&gt;oni left like a few those late close shop de locking up...&lt;br /&gt;n few more like us frm the custom de...&lt;br /&gt;late nite empty cs... reminded me of the morning Orchid Road i went tat day lo...&lt;br /&gt;got on the bus... reached home almost 11 lo... 10 sumting...&lt;br /&gt;damn tired de... leg very suan... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;summore 2moro wan go cs wit fren lo... t.t&lt;br /&gt;poor legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day saw 2 person tat made me think of Sampson...&lt;br /&gt;1 in snow city... 1 of the worker there...&lt;br /&gt;really got like Sampson tat feel lo... juz much more gud looking... haha...&lt;br /&gt;2nd wan in Vivo City... actually a couple...&lt;br /&gt;the gf was slightly taller... lol... juz slightly la...&lt;br /&gt;made me think about Sampson in the future... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-5357199382603911811?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5357199382603911811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5357199382603911811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5357199382603911811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3412283092446549880</id><published>2009-06-07T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:31:12.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>暗戀</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;張智成 - 暗戀 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC-HjqXlYRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC-HjqXlYRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;div id="postmessage_5447" class="t_msgfont"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;作詞/作曲：彭學斌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四目交接的時候 不要停留太久&lt;br /&gt;適可而止的問候 關心不能太過&lt;br /&gt;好奇也別去探索 嫉妒只能深鎖&lt;br /&gt;如果忍不住寂寞 也不能對你說&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊好朋友啊我的好朋友&lt;br /&gt;不小心的沉默 不能讓你太難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們就站在落地窗的兩邊&lt;br /&gt;就算觸碰也有了界限&lt;br /&gt;如果跨越過彼此那道邊界&lt;br /&gt;是靠近還是更遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信我們走到另一個境界&lt;br /&gt;搭肩高唱友誼萬萬歲&lt;br /&gt;要是我愛你變成了語言&lt;br /&gt;什麼會多一些 什麼會少一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就讓別人去猜測 我們清白的很&lt;br /&gt;就讓自己去承受 那種清白的悶&lt;br /&gt;就算我只是朋友 能不能有要求&lt;br /&gt;如果你發現什麼 還是我想太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊好朋友就只是好朋友&lt;br /&gt;不小心說出口 微笑中藏著難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們就站在落地窗的兩邊&lt;br /&gt;就算觸碰也有了界限&lt;br /&gt;如果跨越過彼此那道邊界&lt;br /&gt;是靠近還是更遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會不會也曾閃過這感覺&lt;br /&gt;一念之間就要差一點&lt;br /&gt;要是我愛你變成了利劍&lt;br /&gt;什麼會被消滅 什麼才會復原&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我的底線 繼續將你暗戀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits 4 Wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3412283092446549880?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3412283092446549880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3412283092446549880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3412283092446549880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_07.html' title='暗戀'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2058593291520329158</id><published>2009-06-07T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:23:35.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>暗戀</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;張智成 - 暗戀 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                                          &lt;div id="postmessage_5447" class="t_msgfont"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;作詞/作曲：彭學斌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四目交接的時候 不要停留太久&lt;br /&gt;適可而止的問候 關心不能太過&lt;br /&gt;好奇也別去探索 嫉妒只能深鎖&lt;br /&gt;如果忍不住寂寞 也不能對你說&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊好朋友啊我的好朋友&lt;br /&gt;不小心的沉默 不能讓你太難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們就站在落地窗的兩邊&lt;br /&gt;就算觸碰也有了界限&lt;br /&gt;如果跨越過彼此那道邊界&lt;br /&gt;是靠近還是更遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信我們走到另一個境界&lt;br /&gt;搭肩高唱友誼萬萬歲&lt;br /&gt;要是我愛你變成了語言&lt;br /&gt;什麼會多一些 什麼會少一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就讓別人去猜測 我們清白的很&lt;br /&gt;就讓自己去承受 那種清白的悶&lt;br /&gt;就算我只是朋友 能不能有要求&lt;br /&gt;如果你發現什麼 還是我想太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊好朋友就只是好朋友&lt;br /&gt;不小心說出口 微笑中藏著難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們就站在落地窗的兩邊&lt;br /&gt;就算觸碰也有了界限&lt;br /&gt;如果跨越過彼此那道邊界&lt;br /&gt;是靠近還是更遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會不會也曾閃過這感覺&lt;br /&gt;一念之間就要差一點&lt;br /&gt;要是我愛你變成了利劍&lt;br /&gt;什麼會被消滅 什麼才會復原&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我的底線 繼續將你暗戀&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2058593291520329158?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2058593291520329158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2058593291520329158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2058593291520329158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='暗戀'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3876896764578991799</id><published>2009-06-07T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:11:05.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's like so much i would like 2 blog about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;but den...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy... :(&lt;br /&gt;the reason i've been having 4 the recently 4 not blogging anything much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i've ever done so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... juz lazy 2 type out everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3876896764578991799?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3876896764578991799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-like-so-much-i-would-like-2-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3876896764578991799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3876896764578991799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-like-so-much-i-would-like-2-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4686316563343887596</id><published>2009-06-07T13:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:28:36.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test On Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The real me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Guys see you as being a thinker and a careful person. They will be really attracted to this quality in you, but you need to learn to speak your mind, otherwise people will find you too shy and quiet. Learn to relax and lighten up--it's okay to have fun sometimes. When you learn to develop your fun-loving side, guys are going to flock to your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel tis part is not very accurate lo... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/h3&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love,  and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could  really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's  personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't  meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though,  you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kind and Gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet.  Everybody likes to be around people with your personality.   Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as  confident.  You look mature and people respect you.  People with this kind of character are few and far between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tis part ain't very true either... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What does being a friend really mean to you?&lt;/h3&gt;You value your friendships quite a lot but you don't like to show your feelings to others. You would rather keep your feelings to yourself than share them with your friends. You might get a pleasant surprise if you are more open about caring for people - they will probably let you know that you're special to them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are You Nosy?&lt;/h3&gt;You may seem to be a nosy person to some people, but actually you are quite a serious person  who's not at all interested in gossip. You just like to know what's going on around you.  It's a natural interest and you can get offended when people tell you they think you're a sticky-beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.quizbox.com/personality/test77.aspx&lt;br /&gt;www.quizbox.com/personality/test76.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unable to do tis wan now... mayb next time... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many... haha... n i'm juz doing n doing... :P ... dun wam post up liao la... juz do oni... :) ... go try do ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-4686316563343887596?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4686316563343887596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/test-on-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4686316563343887596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4686316563343887596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/test-on-myself.html' title='Test On Myself'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2043694468633125953</id><published>2009-06-05T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:19:21.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now abit about 2day...&lt;br /&gt;early morning went in Singapore 4 the ASEAN test...&lt;br /&gt;woke up about 4 sumthing... which was actually quite late...&lt;br /&gt;coz Wei cum over my house at 4.30 &amp;amp; v leaving at 5...&lt;br /&gt;so... rush rush abit lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den go fetch Poh Pei on the way...&lt;br /&gt;went custom... over the bridge n reached Singpore...&lt;br /&gt;the 2 customs all very fast the lo 2day...&lt;br /&gt;5 sumthing early morning road all no car de lo... haha&lt;br /&gt;custom oso abit oni... coz mostly is motor n take bus de ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u reached RELC within 1 hour lo... haha... damn fast...&lt;br /&gt;so decided go round round abit around Singapore tat area lo...&lt;br /&gt;haha... went over 2 c Orchid Road...&lt;br /&gt;only 1 word i could say... Empty...&lt;br /&gt;haha... so wat can u expect frm Orchid Road at 6 am ??&lt;br /&gt;road was quite wide de lo... 4 lines... but stil smaller den Perling 6 lines la... :P&lt;br /&gt;den round round summore... no place 2 go d...&lt;br /&gt;so decided 2 go back RELC...&lt;br /&gt;went in wait wait wait n wait lo...&lt;br /&gt;den very boring de la... dun wan bored u 2 death...&lt;br /&gt;so stop here ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet sum new frnz there...&lt;br /&gt;v kinda acted quite sampat de lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the world is so big in size...&lt;br /&gt;but we always sumhow seem 2 cross...&lt;br /&gt;the world is so very small...&lt;br /&gt;yet we nvr seem 2 meet...&lt;br /&gt;i'm really losing hope now...&lt;br /&gt;mayb we really weren't meant 2 meet...&lt;br /&gt;how much i wish 2 c u... sobs&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4267780015562689131</id><published>2009-06-05T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:56:31.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;we had kelas tambahan for biology...&lt;br /&gt;dissected a frog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gruop de tat frog damn ke lian de lo...&lt;br /&gt;but at least it die fast n painless la... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAB (teacher) showed us once wat v were supposed 2 do...&lt;br /&gt;she was so afraid 2 take the frog out of the bag lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;den ended up Kok Yuan took the forg out wit his hands 4 her n every1 else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back 2 my gruop's frog...&lt;br /&gt;v put it in2 the container n brought it buy 2 our table...&lt;br /&gt;den started 2 throw in the thing 2 sum how kill it...&lt;br /&gt;but den the hole of abit too big after the 2nd throw...&lt;br /&gt;n the frog jumped out... haha...&lt;br /&gt;caught it back in2 the container wit hands lo...&lt;br /&gt;we kinda felt tat throw the cotton in like tat was very slow n all...&lt;br /&gt;so we decided 2 juz catch the frog out n put 2 cotton on its mouth...&lt;br /&gt;but den tis time the frog didn wan 2 cum out lo... lol...&lt;br /&gt;v open the hole bigger n bigger stil it wont budge...&lt;br /&gt;den at last juz take it out la... put the cotton everything...&lt;br /&gt;the frog damn fast den no move d lo...&lt;br /&gt;mayb we kinda put 2 much of the solution... haha... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat pin it down in a box...&lt;br /&gt;felt so sorry 4 nailing it lo... v kept apologizing 2 the frog lo... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;den started 2 dissect it...&lt;br /&gt;everything count as quite very smooth ba...&lt;br /&gt;we short while den finish all the things the teacher told us 2 do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;we started 2 do sum other things wit the frog...&lt;br /&gt;starting wit its legs... haha...&lt;br /&gt;wanted 2 c the muscles de... but den ended up cutting the whole leg off...&lt;br /&gt;both side oso cut out...&lt;br /&gt;den after the legs were out, v decided skin 2 debone it...&lt;br /&gt;i n Sally each1 one leg 2 skin n debone... lol...&lt;br /&gt;u look at the muscle damn nice de... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ley took us quite long la...&lt;br /&gt;but den as v cut... v got so how very high n addicted...&lt;br /&gt;so kept cut cut cut...&lt;br /&gt;den at last after the leg...&lt;br /&gt;u moved on 2 the head...&lt;br /&gt;i opened the mouth... den v cut the sided of the mouth so it opened bigger...&lt;br /&gt;cut out the touch... wanted 2 c how long it was...&lt;br /&gt;but hor... actually the tongue very short oni de lo...&lt;br /&gt;den summore wanted 2 take out the brain de...&lt;br /&gt;but v couldn find it...&lt;br /&gt;so v ended up braking the skull from on top right down the middle...&lt;br /&gt;we so cruel the lo... hehe... :P&lt;br /&gt;sorry la frog... but v really had fun lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after all the dissecting, i went 2 cs like again lo...&lt;br /&gt;wit a fren...&lt;br /&gt;went walk walk c things lo...&lt;br /&gt;the cs part i really abit lazy wan write le la...&lt;br /&gt;juz go walk walk lo...&lt;br /&gt;den met sum ppl there...&lt;br /&gt;n oso found a primary schoolmate working there...&lt;br /&gt;actually he recognised me n told me tat his my classmate de... haha&lt;br /&gt;1st time got sum1 at first shot can tell me my actual age... lol... n i really mean actual...&lt;br /&gt;den almost like tat d lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nite time i very bad lo... skipped tuition... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very lazy wan go... so told no tuition lo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh... I'm bad man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-4267780015562689131?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4267780015562689131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-about-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4267780015562689131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4267780015562689131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2878913764269388365</id><published>2009-06-04T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:52:36.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day we cut frog in school...&lt;br /&gt;den i went out cs like again...&lt;br /&gt;but now i very lazy wan blog la... sry...&lt;br /&gt;2moro early early morning going Singapore 4 the ASEAN test...&lt;br /&gt;so...c when i free n feel like it oni blog about wat happen 2day ba...&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're always so fated yet unfated...&lt;br /&gt;we never getta meet...&lt;br /&gt;but we always appear at the same place...&lt;br /&gt;:( ... t.t&lt;br /&gt;y? wo men shi tai you yuan le ma?&lt;br /&gt;hai shi tai mei yuan le?&lt;br /&gt;ni shi wo zui xiang yu jian de ren...&lt;br /&gt;ye shi wo yi zhi dou yu bu jian de nan ge ren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2878913764269388365?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2878913764269388365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-we-cut-frog-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2878913764269388365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2878913764269388365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-we-cut-frog-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7265875294012611026</id><published>2009-06-03T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:24:52.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2day when out wit Wei, Jia Min &amp;amp; Sally go catch movie... my eyes damn tired now lo... haha... was fun... went watch 2 movies in 1 day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went my house... change n everything... den call cab went cs...v booked the tickets online d... (tis morning in school, in class) :P ... Johnny's phone can go online... reach cs straight went upstairs take ticket... met Jin Shian they all... they told us tat the online booking de nid 1 hour earlier collect de... but when v reach there ad almost 2 d... so v had 2 buy tat again lo... hehe... luckily stil got la... den v bought the ticket booked online 4 the 2nd show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.15 watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monsters vs Aliens&lt;/span&gt; damn hilarious de lo... haha... laugh until cant stop....&lt;br /&gt;den the 2nd show was at 5.20... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night At The Mesuem 2&lt;/span&gt;... oso very funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got one monster in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monsters vs Aliens&lt;/span&gt; super damn cute de lo... its sumting like a gaint bug... in the end it became a butterfly... Wei said tat bug looks like me... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night At The Mesuem 2&lt;/span&gt;, got one part damn funny de about the evil pharaoh de... reminded me of Shawn lo... (a famous pengawas in school)... lol... kept laughing n laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed 1 similirity about the 2 show...&lt;br /&gt;the funniest part tat made u laugh the most is when the fighting begins... when everybody kinda running all about... should b the choregraphy do until very good ba... very creative n funny...make u laugh non-stop de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... nid stop here d... my mum wan use com... bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll be cutting frogs 2moro, bio... Yeah~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha... poor frogs... pray for them...&lt;/span&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/7531243041353794463-7265875294012611026?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7265875294012611026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-when-out-wit-wei-jia-min-sally-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7265875294012611026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7265875294012611026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-when-out-wit-wei-jia-min-sally-go.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-941395486464192270</id><published>2009-06-02T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:34:39.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day wanted 2 post the lyrics 4 'shuo hao de xing fu ne' by Jay Chou de...&lt;br /&gt;type out de n printed on2 paper d...&lt;br /&gt;but i didn save in com...&lt;br /&gt;den the com was surrendered 2 my bro...&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;no lyrics 4 now la...&lt;br /&gt;mayb ltr next time i will post ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or mayb not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;c first how ba... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis few days very busy lo...&lt;br /&gt;especially yesterday n 2day...&lt;br /&gt;doing the ASEAN things...&lt;br /&gt;n 2day finally send out de...&lt;br /&gt;YEAH~~~&lt;br /&gt;hope everything will b fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks abit like small hope 4 getting la...&lt;br /&gt;but den, juz try n c lo...&lt;br /&gt;who knows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now very 'fan' lo...&lt;br /&gt;everything almost settle d...&lt;br /&gt;den suddenly my parents creating problem 4 me...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;now Saturday no car go Signapore d...&lt;br /&gt;grr...&lt;br /&gt;sit bus lo...&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;amp; Wei ok... but den Poh Pei them how?&lt;br /&gt;*brain's gonna explode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-941395486464192270?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/941395486464192270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-wanted-2-post-lyrics-4-shuo-hao-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/941395486464192270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/941395486464192270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/2day-wanted-2-post-lyrics-4-shuo-hao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-2509230709318780991</id><published>2009-05-29T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:20:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Mic Leong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll try my best to do tis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My forehead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I haven studied for Bio exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wei Wei &amp;amp; Sally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ya... in most part... I think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mayb... y not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Err~~ not very sure of tat... no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;U mean sms? 'go where pack food'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What are u thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lots of stuff... my head's full n my holiday 90% gone... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;... busy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mayb... nid 2 c who tat person is ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;last nite, about 12... but if u oni meant sleep, tis morning during paper1 ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Store... i think.. dun really remember d...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SMS? Susan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've no one to tag la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1.Wei Wei&lt;br /&gt;2.Ying Hong&lt;br /&gt;3.Junjia&lt;br /&gt;4.Siang&lt;br /&gt;5.Terry&lt;br /&gt;6.Tong&lt;br /&gt;7.Pin2&lt;br /&gt;8.Helen&lt;br /&gt;9.Cuiling&lt;br /&gt;10.Michelle Sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Err~ I've totally no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Male...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together, would it be a good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LOL... if they wish to &amp;amp; the law allows it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. when was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1.Wei Wei- now... msn...&lt;br /&gt;2.Ying Hong- dun remember exact... through my blog...&lt;br /&gt;3.Junjia- 2day juz after school...&lt;br /&gt;4.Siang- Err~ too long ago to remember...&lt;br /&gt;5.Terry- few days about ba...&lt;br /&gt;6.Tong- don remember d...&lt;br /&gt;7.Pin2- 2day or yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;8.Helen- tis few days?&lt;br /&gt;9.Cuiling- so long ago... few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;10.Michelle Sit- last nite... tuition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ya... unless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Studies in Singapore Poly... he plays piano...(if i'm not wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What do you think about no. 2 and no. 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Gay? 6's not available...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9.a caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Err~ not too very close le... wat to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Try concentrating on my studies in class... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like no.8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ok ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-2509230709318780991?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2509230709318780991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-mic-leong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2509230709318780991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/2509230709318780991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-mic-leong.html' title='Tagged by Mic Leong...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5003846439702457846</id><published>2009-05-29T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:16:49.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calculate how much ur boyfren is worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copied from my bro's too... lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Just for fun] calculate how much your boyfriend is worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base price is 1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height above 180cm, every additional 1cm +100&lt;br /&gt;身高超过180cm，每过1cm+100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height below 170cm, every subtraction 1cm -100&lt;br /&gt;身高低于170cm，每低1cm-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can play basketball, football each +100&lt;br /&gt;排球蓝球足球会打的各+100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donno ice-skating -300&lt;br /&gt;不会溜冰-300元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can swim +200&lt;br /&gt;会游泳+200元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight above 150 pounds, every additional 10pounds -100&lt;br /&gt;体重超过150斤的，每超过10斤-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight below 110 pounds, every subtraction 10pounds -100&lt;br /&gt;体重不足110斤的，每差10斤-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short-sight, more than 300, every 100 degree -100&lt;br /&gt;近视的，超过300度，每100度-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a relationship, each time dump -100, each time dump people +100&lt;br /&gt;谈过恋爱的，被甩一次-100元，甩别人一次+100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never been in a relationship +100&lt;br /&gt;没有谈过恋爱的+100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age more than 23, every additional 1 year -100&lt;br /&gt;超过２３岁的，每超1岁-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donno how to ride motor -100&lt;br /&gt;不会骑自行车的-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can drive car +100&lt;br /&gt;会开车的+100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can carry u and walk +100&lt;br /&gt;能背你 走的+100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can sing well +200&lt;br /&gt;唱歌唱得好+200元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tie shoelace for you +300&lt;br /&gt;会给你系鞋带的+300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got medical history, each -100&lt;br /&gt;有病史的，每一项-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot play mahjong +100&lt;br /&gt;不会麻将+100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot drink -100&lt;br /&gt;不会喝酒-100元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can drink, but not addictive +200&lt;br /&gt;很能喝酒但不嗜酒的+200元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcoholic -200&lt;br /&gt;嗜酒的-200元&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep animal +100 (elephant, tiger, lion, snakes or big animals +200 more)&lt;br /&gt;养宠物+100元（能养大象、狮子、蟒蛇一类大型动物或猛兽的再+200）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can cook +100 (chef grade +200)&lt;br /&gt;会做饭+100元 （国家特、一级厨师+200）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like to play games +100&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢玩游戏的+100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go shopping with u and help to carry bag +200&lt;br /&gt;会陪你逛街给你拿包的+200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together will kiss u more than 10 times a day +200&lt;br /&gt;在一起平均每天会吻你10次以上的+200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days don't contact you -200&lt;br /&gt;一连几天不联系的-200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday with you more than 2 hours +100&lt;br /&gt;每天陪你超过2小时的+100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if final score less than 1300, dun want him&lt;br /&gt;最后估值１３００以下的不能要．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300-1900, average&lt;br /&gt;１３００－１9００的算是正常．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above 2000, good catch&lt;br /&gt;２０００以上的算是精品．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above 3000, Congratz.. u have found the best, u r very fortunate....&lt;br /&gt;达到３０００或３０００以上的，恭喜你．这辈子的幸福有着落了．．．．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i counted for 3 person...&lt;br /&gt;2 got above 2000....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 got only 700... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-5003846439702457846?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5003846439702457846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/calculate-how-much-ur-boyfren-is-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5003846439702457846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5003846439702457846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/calculate-how-much-ur-boyfren-is-worth.html' title='Calculate how much ur boyfren is worth'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1137868497709214972</id><published>2009-05-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:13:04.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know wat is BF &amp; GF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw tis on my bro's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知道什么是BF和GF么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一个男孩和一个女孩从小一起长大，&lt;br /&gt;青梅竹马. 他们小时候，一次， 男孩对女孩说：“我是你的BF……”&lt;br /&gt;女孩问：“什么是BF？” 男孩说：“是Best Friend的意思。&lt;br /&gt;后来他们长大了， 又一次， 男孩对女孩说：“我是你的BF……”&lt;br /&gt;女孩问：“什么是BF？” 男孩说：“是Boy Friend的意思。”&lt;br /&gt;再后来他们结婚生子， 一起生活了一辈子， 幸幸福福，美美满满。&lt;br /&gt;一直到他们到了风烛残年…… 夕阳下，两位白发苍苍的老人——&lt;br /&gt;男孩对女孩说：“我是你的BF……"   女孩问：“什么是BF？” 男孩微笑回答“Be Forever！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a boy and girl, they grew up together...&lt;br /&gt;They are childhood friends...&lt;br /&gt;once, the boy told the girl:"i'm ur BF"&lt;br /&gt;The girl asked,:"What is BF?" The boy said"is Best Friend"&lt;br /&gt;When they grew up, the boy told the girl:"i'm ur BF" again...&lt;br /&gt;The girl asked,:"What is BF?" The boy said is"Boy Friend"&lt;br /&gt;after they got married and had children, living life happily.&lt;br /&gt;One day, during sunset, the 2 white hair couple sat and, again&lt;br /&gt;the boy told the girl:"i'm ur BF"&lt;br /&gt;The girl asked,:"What is BF?" The boy said is"Be Forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一个女孩和一个男孩从小一起长大， 青梅竹马。&lt;br /&gt;他们小时候， 一次， 女孩对男孩说：“我是你的GF……”&lt;br /&gt;男孩问：“什么是GF？” 女孩说：“是Good Friend的意思。&lt;br /&gt;后来他们长大了，又一次， 女孩对男孩说：“我是你的GF……”&lt;br /&gt;男孩问：“什么是GF？” 女孩说：“是Girl Friend的意思。”&lt;br /&gt;再后来他们结婚生子， 一起生活了一辈子，幸幸福福， 美美满满．&lt;br /&gt;一直到他们到了风烛残年…… 夕阳下，两位白发苍苍的老人——&lt;br /&gt;女孩对男孩说：“我是你的 GF……＂ 男孩问：“什么是GF？”女孩微笑回答：“Give Forever！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl and boy, they grew up together...&lt;br /&gt;They are childhood friends...&lt;br /&gt;once, the girl told the boy:"i'm ur GF"&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked,:"What is GF?" The girl said is:"Good Friend"&lt;br /&gt;When they grew up, the girl told the boy:"i'm ur GF" again...&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked,:"What is GF?" The girl said is"Girl Friend"&lt;br /&gt;after they got married and had children, living life happily.&lt;br /&gt;One day, during sunset, the 2 white hair couple sat and, again&lt;br /&gt;the girl told the boy:"i'm ur GF"&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked,:"What is GF?" The boy said is"Give Forever"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1137868497709214972?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1137868497709214972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-know-wat-is-bf-gf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1137868497709214972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1137868497709214972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-know-wat-is-bf-gf.html' title='Do you know wat is BF &amp; GF?'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5346495214374051031</id><published>2009-05-27T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:59:07.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师,师母,还有所有的工作人员&lt;br /&gt;我看得出,也知道&lt;br /&gt;你们真的已经很努力,很努力了..&lt;br /&gt;看来这次可能是真的没之前那么成功了吧..&lt;br /&gt;说真的我也蛮失望的&lt;br /&gt;看到你们那么努力却还是没能那到期待中的那么好&lt;br /&gt;蛮伤心失望的&lt;br /&gt;~对不起~&lt;br /&gt;我没能帮到什么&lt;br /&gt;对不起&lt;br /&gt;其实刚才你打来的时候&lt;br /&gt;我并没有说实话&lt;br /&gt;对不起啦&lt;br /&gt;我真的没勇气说吧&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们加油吧!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~努力再努力~~&lt;br /&gt;我知道你们一定行的&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;希望一切都会有好转吧...&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/7531243041353794463-5346495214374051031?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5346495214374051031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/competition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5346495214374051031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5346495214374051031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-5423038403346074571</id><published>2009-05-27T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:20:33.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI... For Your Eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.lovedead-detach.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a look...&lt;br /&gt;Monday, December 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;from Wei Wei's blog...&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/7531243041353794463-5423038403346074571?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5423038403346074571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyi-for-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5423038403346074571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/5423038403346074571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyi-for-your-eyes.html' title='FYI... For Your Eyes...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1345562437844675574</id><published>2009-05-26T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:23:51.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>给某人的话</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;几天前有人无意中又提到了薇薇很早之前在她blog上写的东西&lt;br /&gt;今天也不清楚为什么&lt;br /&gt;就突然有感而发&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你既然有脸做那种不要脸的事情&lt;br /&gt;就不怕给人讲&lt;br /&gt;还讲到好像人家说你坏话降&lt;br /&gt;像你这样无耻的行为我还以为只有电视上才有勒&lt;br /&gt;不要脸啦&lt;br /&gt;讲到好像你是受害者降&lt;br /&gt;讲出去都丢脸啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;敢做又怕给人家讲&lt;br /&gt;烂~~&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/7531243041353794463-1345562437844675574?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1345562437844675574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1345562437844675574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1345562437844675574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_26.html' title='给某人的话'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3601877194074812212</id><published>2009-05-25T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:35:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I nearly wanted 2 kill myself during Maths 2day... really dunno do de lo... sigh... those few i really got read up de lo... but juz cant remember how 2 do... n dunno how 2 use... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;there goes my Maths.. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good side of it is at least i wont fail la... haha&lt;br /&gt;must think positive...&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/7531243041353794463-3601877194074812212?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3601877194074812212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-nearly-wanted-2-kill-myself-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3601877194074812212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/3601877194074812212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-nearly-wanted-2-kill-myself-during.html' title=''/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7126080284703522384</id><published>2009-05-25T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:26:22.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Don't Say U Love Me...&lt;br /&gt;-by The Corrs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nice song... Nice song... really nice de... listen...&lt;br /&gt;tat day on the way u school heard on the radio...&lt;br /&gt;Wei Wei say it's old song...&lt;br /&gt;but I say Super nice de... haha... old song can also be very nice de lo...&lt;br /&gt;thx Wei... :) love ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've seen this place a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this all before&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call&lt;br /&gt;I've waited there as though you might not call at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this face I'm wearing now&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And though it feels so great&lt;br /&gt;I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be leaving anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done this once and then u closed the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall again for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me, unless forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you need me, if you're not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this feeling, I'll only believe it&lt;br /&gt;Make it really, or take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught myself smiling alone&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming of your touch&lt;br /&gt;Is all too much&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't have any choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me, unless forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you need me, if you're not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this feeling, I'll only believe it&lt;br /&gt;Make it really, or take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done this once and then you closed the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall again for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me, unless forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you need me, if you're not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this feeling, I'll only believe it&lt;br /&gt;Make it really, or take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you need me, if you're not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this feeling, I'll only believe it&lt;br /&gt;Make it really, or take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-7126080284703522384?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7126080284703522384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7126080284703522384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7126080284703522384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-song.html' title='Nice Song...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-885966541785078510</id><published>2009-05-23T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:23:23.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* * * * *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found new land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;news 4 me la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tel u...&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;haha... look how bad i can b...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i didn know the world should b tis small...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb one day JJ would b my next door-neighbour...&lt;br /&gt;lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-885966541785078510?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3807381454849200959</id><published>2009-05-22T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:40:13.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I juz went through like almost old of my posts... well, ya... frm the very first 1... but u wont b able 2 find it now... coz... i've juz deleted those... lol... got a few is really she bu de delete de lo... but still... deleted... almost all about 'her' de i've deleted d... like more n more ppl cuming in2 my blog d... so, almost everything about her i've deteled... sum really she bu de deleted whole thing de i juz edit sum lo... sigh... but there's stil a tincy wincy bit left la... i think those would b nvm ba... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-4269419896891944385</id><published>2009-05-22T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:43:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day after school... stayed bck 4 pusat sumber duty...&lt;br /&gt;chatted wit sum frenz at the canteen b4 going out 4 lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted 2 avoid the crowd so decided 2 wait a while b4 going 2 the shop...&lt;br /&gt;so chat a little while more den accompany 1 fren go wait 4 her bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when approached the bus-stop... saw another fren there oso waiting...&lt;br /&gt;there was a big bunch of 'boys' there... (u can oso call them gangsters ba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn notice much about them la... juz got think abit y they al there lo...&lt;br /&gt;didn look like there was gonna b a fight break out...&lt;br /&gt;coz they looked like they were all frm the same gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den suddenly got 1 of them came sit beside me lo...&lt;br /&gt;sot de tat guy... quite sampat de lo...&lt;br /&gt;we talking talking den suddenly he juz budge in...&lt;br /&gt;didn feel like answering his question la...&lt;br /&gt;so juz went on wit our conversation ignoring him... haha...&lt;br /&gt;but tats not the main point of tis story la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;the fight really broke out rite beside us...&lt;br /&gt;walao... really sweat lo...&lt;br /&gt;we juz walked of 2 a tree located 3 trees away... lol...&lt;br /&gt;u should have seen how they fought...&lt;br /&gt;wa... damn terrible de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn really a fight la...&lt;br /&gt;more like a bitting session lo... lol...&lt;br /&gt;if not wrong they were all bitting 1 person oni...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... poor guy... bitten so badly lo... i wonder wat he had done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine about almost 20 person hitting 1 fella...&lt;br /&gt;summore got 1 of them was wit a stick... walao...&lt;br /&gt;his skull was bleeding lo... fell to the ground 4 a short while lo...&lt;br /&gt;den short while ltr den disappear d...&lt;br /&gt;after finish hitting the crowd oso disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;damn fast de lo they move off...&lt;br /&gt;much much much much much faster den when they appeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they juz suddenly started 2 hit juz like tat...&lt;br /&gt;1 of my fren summore got shocked until cried lo...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... she kept asking us 2 move off de...&lt;br /&gt;den in the end oso stil waited until really fight d oni jalan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 1 question...&lt;br /&gt;didn tat guy know tat he was about 2 b beaten up?&lt;br /&gt;they were like all talking quite 'harmony-ly' lo at first...&lt;br /&gt;den sudden juz start beatting like tat...&lt;br /&gt;really wonder wat happened lo...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... mayb Monday will get 2 hear about it ba...&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/7531243041353794463-4269419896891944385?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4269419896891944385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4269419896891944385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/4269419896891944385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweat.html' title='Sweat...'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-3818224398331739790</id><published>2009-05-20T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:42:26.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariage</title><content type='html'>Child: Pa, how did u propose to mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: .... , erm ( thinking )... i didn't... she ask whether we wanted to get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Where got... u don simply say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Got... i remember... in the downstairs room at XX house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................(conversation cancelled)......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: y? u regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................(topic still goes on)...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child to Mother: it's still not too late for u to regret now, u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat u think about tis couple, topic and conversation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-3818224398331739790?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1394685705450849965</id><published>2009-05-20T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:28:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna fail my exams tis time...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;the tips r all like so damn accurate...&lt;br /&gt;but den again...&lt;br /&gt;i didn really study them either...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really DID study 4 sejarah last nite though..&lt;br /&gt;but still... wasn't able 2 finish al the tips la...&lt;br /&gt;den tis morning&lt;br /&gt;u remember some.. u 4get some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh-ing all the way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was 'concentrating' on sejarah paper 2...&lt;br /&gt;i kinda 4got all about physics...&lt;br /&gt;so ended up studying 4 physic like less den 1/2 hours b4 exam...&lt;br /&gt;pro rite?? haha...&lt;br /&gt;yeah rite.. pro in blanking the paper...&lt;br /&gt;so there... i c my A1 flying away 4 physic...&lt;br /&gt;while on the other hand... pray hard i wont fail my sejarah...&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1394685705450849965?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1394685705450849965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1394685705450849965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1394685705450849965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_20.html' title='.....'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1813252238583457076</id><published>2009-05-15T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:43:44.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man u're such a hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;伪君子 u know?&lt;br /&gt;cant believe i very so trusted u...&lt;br /&gt;i nvr say out loud or admit tat i really hate u...&lt;br /&gt;coz i really don wish to...&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes... or mayb say most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;thinking of u juz makes me hate u more n more...&lt;br /&gt;such a true hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;all those lies or mayb in ur mind set as 'beautiful phrases' makes me wanna puke &amp;amp; slap u more...&lt;br /&gt;i really kinda cant believe tat i was actually smile...&lt;br /&gt;well, mayb the credit goes 2 Shan...&lt;br /&gt;but, i sooo dislike ur hypocrite-ness...&lt;br /&gt;u r full of lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx 4 making me c tat i'm such an honest person...&lt;br /&gt;at least i tell the truth... at least when it comes  whether i really hate u or not...&lt;br /&gt;at least i say wat i do &amp;amp; i do wat i say...&lt;br /&gt;but c wat have u done... c wat u r doing...&lt;br /&gt;a pack of lies... lies man...&lt;br /&gt;juz try wit ur shit brain 2 cover up ur ugliness... which is actually almost the whole of u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1813252238583457076?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1813252238583457076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/hypocrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1813252238583457076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1813252238583457076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-267796281800885680</id><published>2009-05-14T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:22:54.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y am i like becoming so dependen on u?&lt;br /&gt;y do i keep hoping 4 ur msg-s 2 cum in?&lt;br /&gt;am i relying on u abit too much?&lt;br /&gt;don tell me...&lt;br /&gt;lets juz wait n c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-267796281800885680?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/267796281800885680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/267796281800885680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/267796281800885680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8415526236530032403</id><published>2009-05-10T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:34:45.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Mother Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wit a bunch of 'mothers' 4 sum kind of a celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went 2 Austin Hills 4 branch &amp;amp; bowling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food so quite good de lo...&lt;br /&gt;nearly had 2 urge 2 ask who's the chef...&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after makan went bowling...&lt;br /&gt;learnt abit how 2 bowl..&lt;br /&gt;masuk longkang lots &amp;amp; lots of times lo...&lt;br /&gt;haha... beginner ma..&lt;br /&gt;but 1 of our line the censer got abit of problem...&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes u masuk  longkang it dun count...&lt;br /&gt;so ended up throwing lots &amp;amp; lots of time juz 4 1 round...&lt;br /&gt;haha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i hit a strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once...&lt;br /&gt;haha... so damn happy de lo...&lt;br /&gt;first time go bowling n there's a strike...&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To all Mother's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-8415526236530032403?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8415526236530032403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8415526236530032403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/8415526236530032403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-1119964146245022274</id><published>2009-05-10T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:18:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.X.A.M.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mid-year exam's gonna start 2moro d...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;how time really flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 b exact, actually it oni starts on Tuesday la... frm me...&lt;br /&gt;coz Monday is oni PJ &amp;amp; Sivik...&lt;br /&gt;den Tuesday is BC..&lt;br /&gt;and Wednesday is EST...&lt;br /&gt;after tat oni the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; mid-year begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JIA YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;JIA YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;JIA YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-1119964146245022274?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1119964146245022274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1119964146245022274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/1119964146245022274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html' title='E.X.A.M.S'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-8850066961320074347</id><published>2009-05-08T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:46:17.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like so damn bored lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;next week den wan start exam d...&lt;br /&gt;t.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stil haven wan go touch my book lo...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a very lazy pig...&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/7531243041353794463-8850066961320074347?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-628184914735345308</id><published>2009-05-06T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:05:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, i think i see wild grass growing all over my blog... lol...&lt;br /&gt;so very very time time no come blog d lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently is like so BUSY + LAZY de lo...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis few weeks i rajin de lo...&lt;br /&gt;rajin in taking afternoon nap...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;almost every weekday afternoon is SLEEP , &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLEEP &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P ... I'm such a lazy bum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams around the corner d...&lt;br /&gt;like so very near d lo...&lt;br /&gt;next week...&lt;br /&gt;n yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y AM I YET STIL UNABLE TO FALL IN LOVE WIT MY BOOK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sigh... i'm like gonna b so die again tis time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-628184914735345308?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/628184914735345308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/628184914735345308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/628184914735345308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html' title='Boo !!!'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-7091701170944783207</id><published>2009-04-19T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:23:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesHOzSgiwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/74_YBgZwFYI/s1600-h/Luke+Avasi+Tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesHOzSgiwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/74_YBgZwFYI/s200/Luke+Avasi+Tan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326358935163144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~~the male lead of 2day's story~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;juz now went 1 auntie's house 4 lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got about 3 kids among us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 boys, 1 girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2day's story's gonna b about the 2 boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesGvoraApI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S5V2Pxo87t8/s1600-h/Luke+on+the+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesGvoraApI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S5V2Pxo87t8/s200/Luke+on+the+phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326358399738839698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing wit my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,his mother decides 2 play a joke wit him...&lt;br /&gt;she starts 2 'sayang' the second boy while making him look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesGGQb7yTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sp4QZ896AHw/s1600-h/Mikal+%26+Luke-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesGGQb7yTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sp4QZ896AHw/s200/Mikal+%26+Luke-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357688856856882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our cute boy here starts getting jealous...&lt;br /&gt;so jealous tat he even cried...&lt;br /&gt;haha... damn cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesF3szGTDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oQV5qg70RNM/s1600-h/Mikal+%26+Luke-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesF3szGTDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oQV5qg70RNM/s200/Mikal+%26+Luke-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357438772169778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 2 boys 'sayang-ing' each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joke was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother of the first boy is now pregnant n is about 2 give birth...&lt;br /&gt;i think in juz a few months time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's gonna happen when the baby comes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: the 2 boys looks like brothers rite?&lt;br /&gt;well, their not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531243041353794463-7091701170944783207?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7091701170944783207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/cute-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7091701170944783207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/7091701170944783207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/cute-kids.html' title='Cute Kids'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpFc-9Wkdmg/SesHOzSgiwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/74_YBgZwFYI/s72-c/Luke+Avasi+Tan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531243041353794463.post-591102506006847106</id><published>2009-04-14T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:00:04.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guy, did u know it's Valentine's 2day?&lt;br /&gt;'Black Valentine's Day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after school went out wit Cheryl, Jee Yew, Sze Hua n Yi jia 2 eat... hehe... kept on laughing n laughing lo... especially Yi Jia n Cheryl... they can juz laugh n laugh n laugh even if there's really not much of a joke... lol... Cheryl was struggling 2 eat bcoz she kept on laughing n laughing... kept sending the food 2 her mouth but stops juz half way in n returning it 2 the plate juz 2 start laughing... haha... ended up so full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also saw auntie Irene wit Evonne n Tessa there eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw Kok Yuan (the bigger one)... he look quite like Ah Soh frm an angle lo... haha... after finish eating went over talk 2 him... den short while my dad came pick us d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ltr reach home saw his msg... den asked him sumting about the form 6 class in his school... but den in the ended i could'n really understand anything lo... sigh... i damn blur de... seriously lacking of IQ... :(&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/7531243041353794463-591102506006847106?l=storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/591102506006847106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/591102506006847106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531243041353794463/posts/default/591102506006847106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromanordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>^ Michelle ^ Typhny ^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523095747958276535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
