<?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-2572317784964122047</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:30:32.293-08:00</updated><category term='emo talks'/><category term='friday'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='plans'/><category term='STRESS'/><category term='weird drawing'/><category term='monday'/><category term='precious sleep'/><category term='studies'/><category term='arshad'/><category term='jellybeans'/><category term='song'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='carrie chong'/><category term='photos'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='leong'/><category term='SMILE'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='childhood times'/><category term='pool'/><category term='home away'/><category term='movie'/><category term='seniors'/><category term='byebye people'/><category term='study'/><category term='resort'/><category term='sufri&apos;s art gallery'/><category term='camwhore'/><category term='fried udon'/><category term='clubbing'/><category term='pictures links'/><category term='CHAO TA'/><category term='sufri'/><title type='text'>iLu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-9057732267338748612</id><published>2007-06-23T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:02:12.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. i've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i've moved to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or could it be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-9057732267338748612?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/9057732267338748612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=9057732267338748612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9057732267338748612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9057732267338748612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-4977494700363716074</id><published>2007-06-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:17:09.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have yet to come up with a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;so shall post this link here about the camwhoring session i have with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2090613500&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4977494700363716074?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4977494700363716074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4977494700363716074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4977494700363716074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4977494700363716074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-yet-to-come-up-with-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-9197957689489618956</id><published>2007-06-22T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:20:17.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this shall be my last entry in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be changing url already.&lt;br /&gt;only people close to me and people i trust will know the blog address.&lt;br /&gt;ask me online if you want to know the new address. hur.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still think twice before letting you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. there's just some things i just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;why can some people be so so &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; sensitive when it's actually talking about another person. hur.&lt;br /&gt;plus why can some people mouth be &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; big?&lt;br /&gt;i don't deny i have a big mouth too but i think &lt;strong&gt;WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOUR MOUTH IS BIGGER&lt;/strong&gt; laa.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. oops.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly. to you. i know you've been reading my blog and saying that you don't like cos my blog sounds emo and all.&lt;br /&gt;since you don't like, &lt;strong&gt;don't read&lt;/strong&gt; laa. it's as simple as that please. hur.&lt;br /&gt;it's my blog what.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't only say things about &lt;strong&gt;YOUR FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;, i do say things about other people's friends too.&lt;br /&gt;does that mean i'm into their what you called - AFFAIRS?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. many questions to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i think i'll be dead when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;the sensitive people will be coming after me.&lt;br /&gt;if not, they will be diao'ing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;, protect me please. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. holidays is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;sadded.&lt;br /&gt;cos that means mid year exam will be starting.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. camwhoring with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; is definitely fun please.&lt;br /&gt;we do all crazy things at esplanade and in foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;and i love going to her house!&lt;br /&gt;cos her mum keep asking me to eat this eat that.&lt;br /&gt;so cute laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, KARMA KARMA KARMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; and i believe it.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, some of you out there will get KARMA some day.&lt;br /&gt;YES, IT'S &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so, do some good deed please.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BYE. MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-9197957689489618956?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/9197957689489618956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=9197957689489618956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9197957689489618956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9197957689489618956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-shall-be-my-last-entry-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8312379074336029433</id><published>2007-06-06T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:52:33.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebye people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. i just ended a 3h plus msn talk with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;genshen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we had a retarded conversation.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the conversation were arguments sia.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and after the arguments, we'll just tell each other RELAX, IM KIDDING, I KNOW, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;super funny laa.&lt;br /&gt;retarded &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;genshen&lt;/span&gt;. he is a mixture of &lt;strong&gt;MAT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;BENG&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;JAY CHOU&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to stop playing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to stop slacking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to start mugging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to touch her notes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to stop coming online.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to stay focus on her studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to start studying something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to sleep early and wake up early.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to make good use of this holiday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle needs to resist the computer temptation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, today will be the last day of michelle using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys see me online tomorrow, it must be someone hacking into my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye people&lt;/em&gt;. i'll be back when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;contact me via hp then.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll reply asap cos usually my phone is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;it's rotting in my room while i'm in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YUSRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8312379074336029433?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8312379074336029433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8312379074336029433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8312379074336029433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8312379074336029433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/okays_06.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6204831516208098923</id><published>2007-06-05T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:04:57.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was messaging &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt; just now.&lt;br /&gt;trying to console her about her r/s.&lt;br /&gt;and i've really come to realise that guys are seriously a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;there's a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. GUYS can calculate the feelings they left for the girl in percentage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. GUYS will abandon their gf for another new and pretty girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. GUYS doesn't care about the girl after they broke up, leaving the girl feeling hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. GUYS have 98729378892374 excuses when they wants a break up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. GUYS doesn't keep the promises they say in the first place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. GUYS scare/afraid the girl would leave them first but in the end, they left first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus some girls are really a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;they come in between a couple and be the third party.&lt;br /&gt;causing the GUY can't resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, you know the guy is already attached.&lt;br /&gt;can't you be more reserved? and just secretly admire him or something.&lt;br /&gt;is it that fun to be a third party?&lt;br /&gt;so now they've broken up, are you really happy? and not feeling guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaa. i'm helping &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt; to scold that girl.&lt;br /&gt;she's only a year 1 kid and she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;that's why the guy has fallen into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on. pretty is not only defined as by their looks.&lt;br /&gt;but also the things that the girl has done for you and their character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i really admire people who goes into a long term r/s.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, into a relationship would means being tied down.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still young now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to enjoy in the sense of socialising.&lt;br /&gt;cos when you have a bf, they won't allow you to socialise with guys.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, into a relationship would means there's someone out there who really cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will that last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6204831516208098923?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6204831516208098923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6204831516208098923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6204831516208098923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6204831516208098923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-messaging-susu-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-4173267416502837574</id><published>2007-06-05T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:55:42.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; has sent me a song which i like.&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics is nice.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Making A Memory&lt;/em&gt; - Plain White T's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night's such a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;Where you going?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to blow it&lt;br /&gt;You're upset and I don't know what I said&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off your jacket&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We should be&lt;br /&gt;Making a memory whenever we're together, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Making a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you're not smiling again&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why we put up such a fight&lt;br /&gt;Over nothing&lt;br /&gt;When we could still be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off your jacket&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to leave anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We should be&lt;br /&gt;Making a memory whenever we're together, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Making a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't do this myself&lt;br /&gt;No, I need some help&lt;br /&gt;Wanted some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night's such a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;Now you're staying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We should be&lt;br /&gt;Making a memory whenever we're together, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Making a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night's such a beautiful night (making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying&lt;br /&gt;(Making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why we put up such a fight (making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;Over nothing&lt;br /&gt;(Making a memory)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4173267416502837574?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4173267416502837574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4173267416502837574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4173267416502837574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4173267416502837574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-sufri-has-sent-me-song-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5479490593535868276</id><published>2007-06-05T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:41:48.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly, childhood memories just came back.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the times i had when i was a young child.&lt;br /&gt;where i used to stay at waterloo street, 10th floor.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a babysitter back then.&lt;br /&gt;she look after me and my friend, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always around evening, we would head down to 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;actually, we're not suppose to cos our parents don't allow.&lt;br /&gt;but we just go there secretly, asking our babysitter to keep quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;wells. neighbours from other blocks plays with us too.&lt;br /&gt;all of us come together.&lt;br /&gt;playing catching, playing at the playground, talking to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember carrying my babysitter son's bicycle to the 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;it's those kind of really huge and big adult bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine? i was only like 9 years old back then.&lt;br /&gt;and i took the risk of riding it.&lt;br /&gt;wells. that was how i learn to ride on my own.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i would also roller blade.&lt;br /&gt;those were the times. really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the people there were from the same primary school as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wenting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jiahui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yoges&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;archana&lt;/span&gt; and many more.&lt;br /&gt;kids ranging from 7 to 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting this guy, who wish to be known as &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered once i fell off from the playground slide.&lt;br /&gt;initially i already had a wound and due to that fall, blood were seen again.&lt;br /&gt;my wound was quite bad at that time.&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt;, who ask me sit on the bicycle, and then he fetch me to the nearest tap.&lt;br /&gt;he helped me to wash my wound and ensure that it's clean and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;back then i think he was only 1 year older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember there's another time where i took his i/c.&lt;br /&gt;then he pulled my hair just because i didn't want to return him.&lt;br /&gt;even though i've seen the i/c, i still can't remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he still stays there.&lt;br /&gt;oh. sometimes when me and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt; play till quite late, my babysitter would just shout our names out from the window.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also used to have tuition at 7th floor.&lt;br /&gt;the tuition teacher was my babysitter's grandson.&lt;br /&gt;his really smart and good looking.&lt;br /&gt;had maths and science tuition that time.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i even attended his marriage a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has changed now.&lt;br /&gt;all of us grew up.&lt;br /&gt;most of us still study in the same secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;but we don't even say hi to each other.&lt;br /&gt;because all of us changed.&lt;br /&gt;some become bungs. some become ah lians.&lt;br /&gt;a minority remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;plus i don't stay there anymore so maybe we've forgotten one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. sometimes i wish i could go back to those days.&lt;br /&gt;where everyone comes together and play.&lt;br /&gt;and wherever you go, you will sure bound to know someone.&lt;br /&gt;and i love visiting the market with my babysitter too.&lt;br /&gt;it's so frequent that almost all the aunty and uncle there knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at night, my dad would come and fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;during the car journey, he would made me memorise my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;that's his way of making me memorise my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could have a childhood friend reunion.&lt;br /&gt;ain't that nice?&lt;br /&gt;and i hope to find &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;if only i remember his real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5479490593535868276?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5479490593535868276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5479490593535868276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5479490593535868276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5479490593535868276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/suddenly-childhood-memories-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-1823061009010165153</id><published>2007-06-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:46:58.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrie chong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just finish my lunch - campbell soup.&lt;br /&gt;it's the mushroom with seafood one.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite. (((:&lt;br /&gt;then i'm going to eat mister potato soon.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a fatty uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i saw carrie chong yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;at ang mo kio esso petrol station.&lt;br /&gt;she was queing up.&lt;br /&gt;pretty pretty lady!&lt;br /&gt;same as the other time she came to our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*PORKY, JEALOUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-1823061009010165153?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1823061009010165153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=1823061009010165153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1823061009010165153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1823061009010165153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-finish-my-lunch-campbell-soup.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7093148014408636140</id><published>2007-06-04T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:24:19.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jellybeans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RmL29kxvQxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CMtKIQ65wUc/s1600-h/P6021255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071887668077347602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RmL29kxvQxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CMtKIQ65wUc/s320/P6021255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;jellybeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2091418437"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2091418437&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CLUBBING)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2091416757"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2091416757&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(WITH LEONG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2091416463"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2091416463&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(FARISHA'S CHALET)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can go under the "fellas" section and then the "peek-a-boo" section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7093148014408636140?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7093148014408636140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7093148014408636140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7093148014408636140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7093148014408636140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/jellybeans-from-leong.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RmL29kxvQxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CMtKIQ65wUc/s72-c/P6021255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-7350813028388013506</id><published>2007-06-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:44:20.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precious sleep'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally back home yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;as i said, i went to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; resort at sentosa on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, met up with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then met up with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and then we took the monorail into sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we met up with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember all their names except &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yusri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;amal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so there's 5 guys and 1 girl from &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; seconday school.&lt;br /&gt;plus me, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hang around then went up to the resort.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt;, her bf, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fareez&lt;/span&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;so more people now.&lt;br /&gt;and all of us walked to beach station to fetch &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hafiz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sat around and we were really bored.&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to the resort to put &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hafiz's&lt;/span&gt; bag.&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; secondary school friends started to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday night. me, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jocelyn&lt;/span&gt; and all the guys from &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; sec school didn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;just sat beside the pool and talk.&lt;br /&gt;while the rest slept on the wooden chair laa.&lt;br /&gt;wells. they are really a bunch of funny guys.&lt;br /&gt;started laughing laughing and played cards too.&lt;br /&gt;and then a guard walked over and says that people complained we were too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to lower down our volumes laa.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;we wonder who complain sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; friends all look like people we know laa.&lt;br /&gt;got one look like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jonathan chua&lt;/span&gt; from my school.&lt;br /&gt;another look like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jay chou&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;and another one look like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mr azlan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so funny.&lt;br /&gt;then they keep making fun of that guy who looks like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jay chou&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. we didn't sleep until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;and jess would bathe at like 5am what.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so early in them morning, 3 of the guys went to swim while i went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;me and 3 of the guys wanted to go tanning.&lt;br /&gt;but the guys were all dropping dead cos they didn't sleep so the left and went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;so after farisha's parents left the room, we went up to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. too tired already.&lt;br /&gt;slept for an hour plus and we went to delifrance for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i just had a chocolate croissant and we left to 7-11 to get dice.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, there isn't any so we walked back to the resort room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started playing "heart attack".&lt;br /&gt;super funny manx. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;we felt boring and started playing with monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;and this monopoly game has a MISSED A TURN thing.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, we slept again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; keep stopping us from sleeping laa. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. by the time we woke up, it's like 4pm plus i guess.&lt;br /&gt;we slack around again, watching tv and talk about many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;started laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;then watch the movie on &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; laptop.&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt; came. with her brother, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ernest&lt;/span&gt; and bf.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ernest&lt;/span&gt; is really good looking and cute manx. serious.&lt;br /&gt;although his sec 2 now, he looks like a p5 kid.&lt;br /&gt;but still, his super good looking laa.&lt;br /&gt;and so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; can step aside already. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. me, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; left the resort at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;took a bus out and went to the seah im food centre for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;all of us left to take train while &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; took a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;before i left, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; passed me a bottle of jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;so nice of him laa.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, jelly beans are my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JELLY BEANS. (((:&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for sufri to come out of the toilet, we saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;charlotte&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dorinda&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so concidence.&lt;br /&gt;right. and so i reached home at around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;quickly took a shower and i went to sleep. cos i'm really really tired manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, not forgetting, we have been camwhoring during the resort.&lt;br /&gt;pictures will soon be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really need to study tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i've already cancel the date made with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kiat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; to watch movie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and cancel the invitation from &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; to watch movie tomorrow also.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. i slept for 17h today!&lt;br /&gt;my bad habit is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i slept for that long.&lt;br /&gt;from 10.30pm to the next day 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;if dad didn't wake me up today, i think i will just continue sleeping until evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7350813028388013506?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7350813028388013506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7350813028388013506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7350813028388013506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7350813028388013506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-finally-back-home-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-330263041535311991</id><published>2007-06-01T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:15:21.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. i shall upload the pictures i took at velvet dragon since i'm free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_FgExvQwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IPX001Qok7o/s1600-h/P5311130+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070988860271313666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_FgExvQwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IPX001Qok7o/s320/P5311130+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_FGExvQvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_YaXff2pzxw/s1600-h/P5311131+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070988413594714866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_FGExvQvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_YaXff2pzxw/s320/P5311131+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_EuExvQuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LSZ-p6J2OsA/s1600-h/P5311132+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070988001277854434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_EuExvQuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LSZ-p6J2OsA/s320/P5311132+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_EWUxvQtI/AAAAAAAAANw/aFHrWkXafyo/s1600-h/P5311134+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070987593255961298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_EWUxvQtI/AAAAAAAAANw/aFHrWkXafyo/s320/P5311134+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_D80xvQsI/AAAAAAAAANo/hObcJvnNYos/s1600-h/P5311135+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070987155169297090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_D80xvQsI/AAAAAAAAANo/hObcJvnNYos/s320/P5311135+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_DykxvQrI/AAAAAAAAANg/N-wPKCC8mA4/s1600-h/P5311136+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl-7pkxvQWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rBuC_LLSblo/s1600-h/P6011168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070978028363792738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl-7pkxvQWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rBuC_LLSblo/s320/P6011168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl-7YUxvQVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g1Vjskf_phc/s1600-h/P6011169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070977732011049298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl-7YUxvQVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g1Vjskf_phc/s320/P6011169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest of the photo that i took with leong will be posted tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i need to rush off now to prepare and leave the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-330263041535311991?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/330263041535311991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=330263041535311991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/330263041535311991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/330263041535311991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl_FgExvQwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IPX001Qok7o/s72-c/P5311130+(edit).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-285948288395918169</id><published>2007-06-01T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:17:12.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the good girl michelle went clubbing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it's the very first time i went clubbing laa.&lt;br /&gt;but many don't believe it's my first time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells, it's interesting. i like.&lt;br /&gt;cos i like to dance there.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i went to &lt;strong&gt;velvet dragon&lt;/strong&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically everything that i did yesterday was free.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my grandma's place in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;taken my lunch then i left there at 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;there was a last minute plan.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to take a train down to orchard to meet &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;because he had free movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;plus free drinks and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;like OMG laa.&lt;br /&gt;we love freebies! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so we catch &lt;strong&gt;shrek 3 digital&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;manx. the movie is really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;and so cute laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. we went into the cinema early.&lt;br /&gt;and we started camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching, we went to take a bus down to clarke quay.&lt;br /&gt;during the bus journey, we camwhore again.&lt;br /&gt;wells, we went there to meet up with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;moses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we were still early so we went walking around the new shopping centre, central.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really look at the things cos we were talking about some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting, we saw some other millennians.&lt;br /&gt;my friends came and we started searching for velvet dragon.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really didn't know where was it so we anyhow walk.&lt;br /&gt;and we phoned many people for help.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, all thanks to the direction gave by the taxi driver, we found the place!&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; so happen to see one of his old friend, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chenze&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave us free tickets laa.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. see, it's FREE again! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in but it was still early so nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;and then we started to camwhore in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;i love their toilet manx.&lt;br /&gt;it's very nice and luxurious laa.&lt;br /&gt;got sofa inside. cool ehs.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind staying inside the toilet for hours. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and the toilet seats were golden colour. manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it's getting later, many people were at the dance floor already.&lt;br /&gt;so we joined in and start dancing.&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning i felt quite weird laa cos it's my first time.&lt;br /&gt;but after that, i got used to it and started dancing like mad. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then there were guys behind us.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what that means until emily told us.&lt;br /&gt;but yaa, i don't care about those guys also.&lt;br /&gt;i just continue dancing with my friends. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chenze&lt;/span&gt; ask me to be careful too. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. got ourself free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;and its breezer. OMG. i don't drink please.&lt;br /&gt;my friends kept asking me to try one sip and i tried.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to say, but it's not nice at all. i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;in the first place, i don't even drink even though the alcohol percentage is low.&lt;br /&gt;so i only had really a small sip and i gave emily to drink the rest of my drink.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;. she gave hers to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;moses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and we made new friends there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tingting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cray&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;serene&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this guy, he keep coming forward to ask me dance with him laa.&lt;br /&gt;and this was my first time, i didn't know how to reject so emily came to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;emily started dancing with me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. and after that, we got pulled up to dance at the dance stage. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;but it's fun. really fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love the songs at velvet dragon.&lt;br /&gt;it's all the latest hits. super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. overall, it's really fun. that's all i can describe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but i find it really smoky there and i can't really stand it.&lt;br /&gt;so we dance dance dance and left at around 2.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;moses&lt;/span&gt; and i started to wander around outside.&lt;br /&gt;and had some 7-11 food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, was messaging &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chenze&lt;/span&gt; laa.&lt;br /&gt;then he keep telling me not to club too often, it's bad. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and asked me to go over mac for supper.&lt;br /&gt;then another guy, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt; also ask me out for supper at jurong.&lt;br /&gt;but i rejected cos it's like so far laa.&lt;br /&gt;then he say it's okays, he can ride me back.&lt;br /&gt;yes, he has got a bike. woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't go laa. cos too far already.&lt;br /&gt;wells. the 3 of us wandered around until 4.30am and we cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;and so i reach home at around 5am.&lt;br /&gt;do whatever i need to do and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i actually have a wound on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;cos on the way to meet &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;, i fell down laa.&lt;br /&gt;i totally didn't know there's blood until i was on the bus. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning, i woke up at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;messaged my parents to tell them i'm going for chalet tonight!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;so pictures will only be uploaded perhaps tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll be staying over at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; resort at sentosa tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and going to town with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy and sad also.&lt;br /&gt;cos i haven't really touch my studies.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to go clubbing again. i want to go to &lt;strong&gt;clinic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-285948288395918169?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/285948288395918169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=285948288395918169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/285948288395918169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/285948288395918169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-girl-michelle-went-clubbing.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-574749140576853225</id><published>2007-05-31T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:53:14.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; sent me this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lyrics is really beautiful and meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;All My Life&lt;/em&gt; - Shayne Ward&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never find another lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweeter than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweeter than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will never find another lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More precious than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More precious than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close to me you're like my mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close to me you're like my father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close to me you're like my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close to me you're like my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for you this song I sing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thank God that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I finally found you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I hope that you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel the same way too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I pray that you do love me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, you're all that I'm thinking of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said I promise to never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall in love with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You're all I'm thinking of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I praise the Lord above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sending me your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish every hug&lt;br /&gt;I really love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're all that I ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you smile on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I see is a glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You turn my life around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You picked me up when I was down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're all that I ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you smile my face glows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You picked me up when I was down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're all that I ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you smile my face glows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You picked me up when I was down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope that you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel the same way too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I pray that you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do love me too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thank God that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I finally found you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I pray that you do love me too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like the words in bold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LEONG&lt;/span&gt; LOVES &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/span&gt; LOVES &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LEONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl23SExvQTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w2oOmW4QwuA/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070410276636934450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl23SExvQTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w2oOmW4QwuA/s320/Image138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl24RUxvQUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tciH2ePItFA/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070411363263660354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl24RUxvQUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tciH2ePItFA/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. ain't &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; just so cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-574749140576853225?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/574749140576853225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=574749140576853225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/574749140576853225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/574749140576853225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/leong-sent-me-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl23SExvQTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w2oOmW4QwuA/s72-c/Image138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-4562459118611642011</id><published>2007-05-30T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:43:57.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried udon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl0ahUxvQSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YTdz-3c8PYw/s1600-h/P5301090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070237915304378658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rl0ahUxvQSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YTdz-3c8PYw/s320/P5301090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this for my lunch today - &lt;strong&gt;FRIED UDON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's cooked by MICHELLE YEO. me laa.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to eat cup noodles in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that my mum would scold me for eating it 2 days in a row, i decided to cook my own lunch.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to cook fried rice but there isn't much ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a packet of udon so yaa, I WANT TO EAT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to add prawn and meat but got to defrost it and i was lazy to wait so i didn't add them.&lt;br /&gt;saw the crab stick and it's easier to cook that.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to open the can of mushroom but thinking i won't be able to finish all today, i didn't add it in.&lt;br /&gt;plus there were 10 eggs, i wanted to add but it's expired.&lt;br /&gt;OMG laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i know this lunch looks pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;it's like so plain and just a bit red colour here and there.&lt;br /&gt;but it tastes nice please. serious!&lt;br /&gt;i added sesame oil and garlic. that's why it tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;but after i finish eating, i realised it's quite oily.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;think i added too much oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do i consider this as a healthy lunch cos there's no poultry&lt;br /&gt;or do i consider it as an unhealthy lunch cos it's too oily?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. i slept for 11h today. this shows improvement okays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4562459118611642011?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4562459118611642011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4562459118611642011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4562459118611642011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4562459118611642011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlwSg0xvQRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6XCNCEXhmBs/s1600-h/P5291081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069947635644711186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlwSg0xvQRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6XCNCEXhmBs/s320/P5291081.JPG" 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/2572317784964122047-8545824636025281328?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8545824636025281328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8545824636025281328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8545824636025281328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8545824636025281328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-yaa.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlwSg0xvQRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6XCNCEXhmBs/s72-c/P5291081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-2455970436924501868</id><published>2007-05-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:56:25.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAO TA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. i slept for 13h today.&lt;br /&gt;break my own record manx.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a pig laa. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's all because i slept at 3am last night plus all the not enough sleep from the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;everything has accumulate till today!&lt;br /&gt;and so, i'm going to have my LUNCH at around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;going to eat cup noodles so currently waiting for the water to get boiled.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i can't wait for friday. OMG. can't wait please.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dragging &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; along. (((:&lt;br /&gt;was talking to him on msn last night.&lt;br /&gt;then we say we going to have emo talk on friday because both of us were feeling emo last night.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;he will lend me his shoulder to cry while i will lend him mine to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;what a nice junior and sweet senior yaa?&lt;br /&gt;oops! self praise.&lt;br /&gt;never mind laa. cos that's why &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; always does.&lt;br /&gt;and he won't think it's a self praise.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;plus &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; might be coming too for the sentosa resort.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to have another pair of listening ears if &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i can't wait for the 4th to come.&lt;br /&gt;will be having movie marathon with my 4 favourite guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LEONG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SAKQ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;KIAT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BRYAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;watching pirates 1 &amp;amp; 2 at one of their house then part 3 in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i think it's going to be so fun laa.&lt;br /&gt;i will just laugh and laugh non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; won't be able to bully me because &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; will protect me.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LEONG'S&lt;/span&gt; my guardian angel. (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;but still, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I MUST STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. me and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHAO TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHAO TA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2455970436924501868?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2455970436924501868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2455970436924501868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2455970436924501868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2455970436924501868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6968159122001301913</id><published>2007-05-29T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:30:11.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufri&apos;s art gallery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsClkxvQQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/E5EfpzKB8RY/s1600-h/P5281069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069648650086334722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsClkxvQQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/E5EfpzKB8RY/s320/P5281069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he knows i'm taking picture of him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsCQUxvQPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M4LrCmkzm8Q/s1600-h/P5281070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069648285014114546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsCQUxvQPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M4LrCmkzm8Q/s320/P5281070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reading through my maths notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsB9kxvQOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YA4Oacwt1P8/s1600-h/P5281071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069647962891567330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsB9kxvQOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YA4Oacwt1P8/s320/P5281071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to help me search for a solution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsBi0xvQNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DhVQBhpK6zg/s1600-h/P5281072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069647503330066642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsBi0xvQNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DhVQBhpK6zg/s320/P5281072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things i wrote on his hand: SUFRI'S A NICE GUY, SUFRI'S LAME, etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsBK0xvQMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jlmnPlAB8uo/s1600-h/P5281073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069647091013206210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsBK0xvQMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jlmnPlAB8uo/s320/P5281073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping uh sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsA2UxvQLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xT-3QVJh-ns/s1600-h/P5281074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069646738825887922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsA2UxvQLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xT-3QVJh-ns/s320/P5281074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i look super ugly in this picture laa. OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsAjExvQKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/62tnG8SVg30/s1600-h/P5281075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069646408113406114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsAjExvQKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/62tnG8SVg30/s320/P5281075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looking lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsALExvQJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MJNSWiSMk68/s1600-h/P5281076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069645995796545682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsALExvQJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MJNSWiSMk68/s320/P5281076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm trying to zoom into his long and curly eye lashes. ain't it nice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rlr_gkxvQII/AAAAAAAAAJI/m-h6hT5_GOE/s1600-h/P5281077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069645265652105346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rlr_gkxvQII/AAAAAAAAAJI/m-h6hT5_GOE/s320/P5281077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello people! i'm &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SUFRI&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;/strong&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/2572317784964122047-6968159122001301913?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6968159122001301913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6968159122001301913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6968159122001301913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6968159122001301913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-knows-im-taking-picture-of-him.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RlsClkxvQQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/E5EfpzKB8RY/s72-c/P5281069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-3154516807806604263</id><published>2007-05-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:31:40.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arshad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; at tpy interchange at 1.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;we headed to tpy library to study.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i think we didn't really study.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, couldn't concentrate. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;oops!&lt;br /&gt;but still, i tried doing the maths question but i still don't know how to. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;he tried helping me to solve the sums but no use also.&lt;br /&gt;then i continued trying to do other sums while he studies management.&lt;br /&gt;we stayed there until 5.30pm and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to tpy entertainment to see &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arshad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cos he's working there today.&lt;br /&gt;saw him and just talk for a while.&lt;br /&gt;when i left, he was like "&lt;strong&gt;DON'T PLAY UNTIL TOO LATE AH, I WANT YOU TO BE HOME BY 7PM&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "&lt;strong&gt;YAA YAA, DON'T NONSENSE&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; and i left the place and decided to take bus 157 to beauty world.&lt;br /&gt;had macs there for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LEONG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SAKQ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;KIAT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BRYAN&lt;/span&gt; leaving beauty world laa.&lt;br /&gt;called them.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; came back cos &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; needs to withdraw money.&lt;br /&gt;and wells. they stayed on to joke with me and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the two of them started bullying me so i called up &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; to complain.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; says tomorrow his going to whack &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt;. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; left us.&lt;br /&gt;so the two of us went to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so going to go back to that place again cos it's so empty.&lt;br /&gt;there's hardly anyone playing there and it's cheap.&lt;br /&gt;costs only $5.80 per hour.&lt;br /&gt;then we met another millennian there - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAX&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he stayed on and watch us played for a while.&lt;br /&gt;and OMG, he kept asking if &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; and i were together and how long have we been together laa.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. then i can't stop asking him DON'T BE NONSENSE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i swear &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; a lousy player even though i lost to him, 3 - 1.&lt;br /&gt;many funny incidents happened while playing.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stop laughing, so is he.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt; laughed at him too. it's so like OMG kind of action that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; had done.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt; left first with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;both &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; and i were feeling tired already so we left at around 9.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;yaa, he accompanied me to the bus stop and so concidence, my bus came fast.&lt;br /&gt;so we parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i think &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; damn nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;first he came all the way from jurong east to tpy just to study at the library.&lt;br /&gt;secondly he pays for my food and the pool bill.&lt;br /&gt;and then in the end, i have to just throw a 5bucks into his bag cos i feel bad. hur.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. there's pictures of the day.&lt;br /&gt;will be uploaded real soon.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to camwhore but that guy didn't want to cos he says he's hair is too short now and it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;come on sufri, you still look handsome! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, i just had to secretly take candid shots of him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3154516807806604263?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3154516807806604263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3154516807806604263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3154516807806604263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3154516807806604263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/met-sufri-at-tpy-interchange-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5004404677831139248</id><published>2007-05-28T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:07:12.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waiting waiting waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;waiting waiting waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sweesiong&lt;/span&gt; pulled &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; to accompany him to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;that's why &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; taking such a long time to come over tpy.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;quick, i want to get out of the house and study cos i've already wasted my monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5004404677831139248?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5004404677831139248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5004404677831139248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5004404677831139248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5004404677831139248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting-waiting-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-9168620767009428201</id><published>2007-05-27T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:43:08.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to camwhore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;no idea why but just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;okays, i pity &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; cos i'm just going to pull him to camwhore with me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and since &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; claims that "&lt;strong&gt;his nice, sweet and he'll do anything for michelle&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'm going to beat &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; in playing pool tomorrow too. yay!&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;MICHELLE THANK YOU IN ADVANCE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-9168620767009428201?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/9168620767009428201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=9168620767009428201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9168620767009428201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9168620767009428201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-im-going-to-camwhore-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-9007198192085597109</id><published>2007-05-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:02:29.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was back home with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arshad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aidi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; was practising his throwing caps skills.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to video it down. (((:&lt;br /&gt;by the way, dinner with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; is cancelled! hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA8iW6R81aU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA8iW6R81aU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-9007198192085597109?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/9007198192085597109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=9007198192085597109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9007198192085597109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/9007198192085597109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-943264538521317563</id><published>2007-05-27T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:13:16.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMILE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was having breakfast this morning and i came across this interesting article.&lt;br /&gt;it talks about SMILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Every day you spend without a smile, is a lost day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Smiling is my favourite exercise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning 'Good morning' at total strangers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't it interesting?&lt;br /&gt;so people, we should learn to start smiling everywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure it would brighten up our day and other people's day. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. will be going over to grandma house later.&lt;br /&gt;then meeting &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; in the evening for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yay! we gonna talk about all the emo things.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to camwhore later too. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-943264538521317563?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/943264538521317563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=943264538521317563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/943264538521317563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/943264538521317563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/was-having-breakfast-this-morning-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8413309642533718368</id><published>2007-05-26T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:44:50.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STRESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>manx. i can't wait for next week to come. &lt;strong&gt;YES, MICHELLE CAN'T WAIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because pretty pretty interesting plans are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon - studying and shopping with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tue - maybe out with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; and the others to Kbox or clubbing?&lt;br /&gt;wed - perhaps studying with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jasden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thur - VESAK DAY. will be off to grandma's house for grandfather's death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;fri - crashing &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;clarice&lt;/span&gt; nursing lecture at NYP (am) ; going to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; resort at sentosa to stay overnight and study (pm)&lt;br /&gt;sat - out to town with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arshad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun - most likely staying home to study i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i love the 1st week of june.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT when it comes to the next 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably suffer cos i need to study and study and study non-stop for my MYE. ))):&lt;br /&gt;there's just going to be so much things for me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MIND cos i already have dates from &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; to study with him, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jasden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG people. i have the song &lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU BE THERE&lt;/strong&gt; by redwan ali.&lt;br /&gt;that channel 8 9pm show song.&lt;br /&gt;that super nice and touching song!&lt;br /&gt;if you want, ask from me.&lt;br /&gt;i would gladly send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, a special thanks and big hug to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cos he has been helping me to find that songs from his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;, my all time favourite &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TAU POK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for not answering your calls just now.&lt;br /&gt;phone wasn't with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8413309642533718368?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8413309642533718368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8413309642533718368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8413309642533718368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8413309642533718368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/manx.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-4600833757474099498</id><published>2007-05-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:45:21.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Jealous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howjealousareyouquiz/jealous-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're occasionally jealous, but you wouldn't be human if you weren'tYou keep your jealousy under control. You accept it, deal with it, and move on.In fact, most people would be surprised to know that there's a jealous bone in your body.So congratulate yourself for keeping your emotional impulses under control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howjealousareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Jealous Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4600833757474099498?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4600833757474099498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4600833757474099498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4600833757474099498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4600833757474099498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-35-jealous-youre-occasionally.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-3798581981348559011</id><published>2007-05-26T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:37:29.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories spent with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; at east coast park just came back suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;our first time to east coast park to have pinic.&lt;br /&gt;and our first time to roller blade together.&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; asked me to hold on tight to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; will lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; asked me not to afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; taught me the skills for roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; gave me the sense of security that i've never had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; tried your very best to protect me from falling.&lt;br /&gt;even if i do, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; really shower your care and concern for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; always make sure that i'm really feeling safe.&lt;br /&gt;however, i fell and there's a scar left on my left knee.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; going to go away.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i sees it, the moments &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; had will just comes back to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;and this is really called &lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; could have another roller blading time together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks for such wonderful memories.&lt;/strong&gt; (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; really forgotten all these memories &lt;em&gt;we've&lt;/em&gt; spent together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3798581981348559011?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3798581981348559011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3798581981348559011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3798581981348559011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3798581981348559011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/memories-spent-with-him-at-east-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-3107363073545336053</id><published>2007-05-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:23:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time for meaningful lyrics again.&lt;br /&gt;can't remember who send me this song but i love the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's When I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by Aslyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you just that way&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when u speak&lt;br /&gt;Or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cause you lost the game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;A little more each time&lt;br /&gt;And when you can't quite match you clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;that's when I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;More than you know&lt;br /&gt;And when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that you give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you, I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh that's when I love you when nothing baby, nothing you do could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the more I love, the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you , when I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3107363073545336053?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3107363073545336053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3107363073545336053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3107363073545336053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3107363073545336053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-time-for-meaningful-lyrics-again.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-1482099574640246262</id><published>2007-05-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:22:11.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wells. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;junhao&lt;/span&gt; told me why garnet cheerleading didn't win this year.&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is like so "hmm, okays" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;this particular teacher said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;we threw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hidayah&lt;/span&gt; too high up in the air already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we violate against the rule of having a 2 stack and a girl standing up there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos to the teachers, safety comes first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now we know it's not because of the hiphop dance reason that got us 3rd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's all because of the "dangerous" stunts we do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hur. dangerous? hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-1482099574640246262?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1482099574640246262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=1482099574640246262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1482099574640246262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1482099574640246262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/wells.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-503618368320174064</id><published>2007-05-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:25:11.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand something.&lt;br /&gt;why some people can move on so fast?&lt;br /&gt;or is it because i'm the one still holding on too much?&lt;br /&gt;still unable to let it go?&lt;br /&gt;wells. it's really amazing that people make promises but it still ends.&lt;br /&gt;just sadded by the fact that it didn't last.&lt;br /&gt;i think i really need a long time to recover from what i have lost.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i do not wish to forget those times.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm still hoping to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just hoping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but. will i be able to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-503618368320174064?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/503618368320174064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=503618368320174064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/503618368320174064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/503618368320174064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-understand-something.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7757456936896388335</id><published>2007-05-25T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:26:35.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;didn't attend school today cos wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;was online with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arshad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to sleep cos was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;and so i didn't eat my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to ...&lt;br /&gt;i want to ...&lt;br /&gt;i want to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7757456936896388335?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7757456936896388335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7757456936896388335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7757456936896388335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7757456936896388335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2988261618528410505</id><published>2007-05-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:21:20.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arshad &lt;/span&gt;came back to school yesterday for lunch time concert.&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed back after school with my friends to watch it. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything ended, i met up with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;both of us took 157 to toa payoh central.&lt;br /&gt;had our lunch at entertainment macs.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to study there but it was noisy and there isn't any charger to charge his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;so we left to the library.&lt;br /&gt;found some seats even though there isn't any charger.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i tried hard to do my work but was distracted. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;he also did the report halfway then stop already.&lt;br /&gt;so we started surfing the net laa. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to leave at around 7pm cos his laptop was hibernating. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;and he was deciding whether to go home or not.&lt;br /&gt;then finally he decided to go home first then to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;raj's&lt;/span&gt; place.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to take 157 home.&lt;br /&gt;then on the way was messaging &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kristen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he called me a&lt;strong&gt; LAUGHING MONSTER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, his the one please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. i message him till i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, it's really late already.&lt;br /&gt;and missed coming online for GPP.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh laa. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;sorry people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;me, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arfie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cheryl&lt;/span&gt; became the tourguide for gan eng seng people.&lt;br /&gt;a number of them came to visit our school.&lt;br /&gt;and we just need to guide them along the way laa.&lt;br /&gt;so before they left, a group of girls came and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;they say: heys! my friend say you are ****.&lt;br /&gt;shall not say it out cos people will sure say that i'm bragging about it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but still, it's stuck in my head laa.&lt;br /&gt;and then one girl requested to picture with her and i'm shocked laa.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know her and yaa, interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; in school.&lt;br /&gt;and he told me we actually took the wrong bus last night.&lt;br /&gt;he say we took 163 and not 157.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like oh my gosh, are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;cos i remember it's 157 laa. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; will take until he still don't know that the bus is going a different route laa.&lt;br /&gt;how lousy yaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ran 3.4km for pe today. tired sia.&lt;br /&gt;took bus home with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt; got herself a seat while &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt; and i stand throughout the journey. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;both of us crapped along the journey cos we were too bored laa.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i look at the year book and started laughing at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;minshan's&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it's super funny. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt; alight first.&lt;br /&gt;followed by &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt; then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought oreo ice blended bubble tea on the way home. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2988261618528410505?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2988261618528410505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2988261618528410505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2988261618528410505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2988261618528410505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/arsha-d-came-back-to-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6040070732227309957</id><published>2007-05-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:55:41.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are just round the corner. yay!&lt;br /&gt;plans are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- study with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- study and shopping with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- clubbing&lt;br /&gt;- crashing poly lecture&lt;br /&gt;- AND MORE STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i feel super sleepy this few days.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's because i slept too late at night.&lt;br /&gt;resulting me in falling asleep during many lessons.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home early today at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;ate rice dumpling then watch tv halfway till i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. cos super tired laa.&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;going to have dinner soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. the teacher says my command is too soft for this morning.&lt;br /&gt;he wants me to shout laa even though it may sound high pitch.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6040070732227309957?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6040070732227309957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6040070732227309957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6040070732227309957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6040070732227309957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/holidays-are-just-round-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-874966983415562850</id><published>2007-05-21T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:21:14.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>macs breakfast with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;junhao&lt;/span&gt; this morning. (((:&lt;br /&gt;saw many MI people there too.&lt;br /&gt;then left at around 8.15am cos i have duty in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;my duty is to shout command for morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manx. it's my first time doing it and i have no experice at all.&lt;br /&gt;i have never shouted a command before laa.&lt;br /&gt;so i was really nervous standing up on stage.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;no choice. i had to replace my friend cos she didn't dare to do it.&lt;br /&gt;and so i had to set an example that GIRL can do command too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i think i didn't do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;my voice was quite high pitch.&lt;br /&gt;and i think people laughed laa.&lt;br /&gt;it's okays. i don't mind. so yaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my seniors was kind enough that they ask me to stay back today and they will train and teach me. (((:&lt;br /&gt;so i went to clubhouse after school.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;weiyew&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;soon after, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kiat&lt;/span&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;waited for the PEPS students to finish running then we went to the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;they taught me what to do, what not to do, how to shout, etc.&lt;br /&gt;practiced and practiced and they say that's the way to shout the command.&lt;br /&gt;okays! i'm full of confident now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kiat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;weiyew&lt;/span&gt;. THANKS. (((:&lt;br /&gt;and then started joking around with those 4 guys also.&lt;br /&gt;they are really funny. serious.&lt;br /&gt;i laugh till i teared. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; was asking if i want to go westmall with him and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i was kind of tired. so sorry yaa?&lt;br /&gt;will go out with you guys soon okays!&lt;br /&gt;reached home and dad ask me to go to yishun to meet him and mum for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i was early so i went to shop around ntuc.&lt;br /&gt;how interesting yaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i reach home at around 9.30pm. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL DO A GOOD COMMAND TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-874966983415562850?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/874966983415562850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=874966983415562850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/874966983415562850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/874966983415562850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/macs-breakfast-with-junhao-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6364732963101137505</id><published>2007-05-20T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:47:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GARNET'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheerleading at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06dByzaipSc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06dByzaipSc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6364732963101137505?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6364732963101137505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6364732963101137505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6364732963101137505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6364732963101137505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/watch-garnets-cheerleading-at-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2727606172027692516</id><published>2007-05-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:19:59.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i just hope that what nic told me are not the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2727606172027692516?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2727606172027692516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2727606172027692516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2727606172027692516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2727606172027692516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-hope-that-what-nic-told-me-are.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5405335776807267775</id><published>2007-05-19T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:19:00.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;due to the busy schedule of cheerleading and i-day rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;for cheerleading, we stayed back in school for the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;everyday until like 8pm. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. GP exam in the morning yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;alright laa. but i think i won't pass. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;stayed in school after that to practice our cheerleading again.&lt;br /&gt;and sports day officially starts at 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i can say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GARNET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rocks. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;first, they announced cheerleading results.&lt;br /&gt;4th - &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zircon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GARNET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - onyx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so sad. really.&lt;br /&gt;all of us was like what the.&lt;br /&gt;can really see the disappointment at all our faces laa.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;people from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zircon&lt;/span&gt; and onyx couldn't believe the result also.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;never mind then.&lt;br /&gt;cos there's always next year what.&lt;br /&gt;and our cheerleading will be the champion!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it comes to the track results.&lt;br /&gt;4th - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - onyx&lt;br /&gt;2nd - &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zircon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GARNET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. yay! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GARNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rocks.&lt;br /&gt;after we hear the 3rd place, we started screaming and shouting for joy already.&lt;br /&gt;a bit too early laa. but still. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and after they announced the 2nd place, we were super super happy!&lt;br /&gt;whole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GARNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started cheering and screaming. yay!&lt;br /&gt;ran up to get the trophy and took pictures laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything ended, had debrief.&lt;br /&gt;thank everyone and did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GARNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cheer again.&lt;br /&gt;but due to the cheerleading results, some of us even cried laa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad though but didn't cry. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. must thank &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they are really kind laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos my face was dirty due to the flour during the cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;then they offered to help me clean manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; helped me clean then rub on his shirt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but i think it's disgusting. oops!&lt;br /&gt;went over to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; then he offered me his towel.&lt;br /&gt;and started telling me where's dirty laa.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; will just ask me to rub it on his shirt what. nonsense sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. this year sportsday rocks manx.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's so high especially during the cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;everyone crowd around all the houses.&lt;br /&gt;and scream out loud when they saw sexy moves, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must really thank &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;natalli&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;she's in cheerleading with us but she got to run for an event first.&lt;br /&gt;after she ran, she said that her leg was pain and so we thought she wasn't able to join us to dance.&lt;br /&gt;but she came back and she says that she can do it.&lt;br /&gt;and at that time, she was looking quite pale.&lt;br /&gt;wells. she finished the whole cheerleading with us.&lt;br /&gt;and while walking back, she just fainted.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;many people started crowding around her and we were all shocked to see that.&lt;br /&gt;seriously felt sad for her.&lt;br /&gt;heard that she lacks of oxygen and has to be observed for the next two days.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a serious case though.&lt;br /&gt;heys &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; we are the champion house so take care yaa?&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;garnet&lt;/span&gt; even though you're not feeling well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. after everything ended.&lt;br /&gt;went for supper with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chun hong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anthony&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt; at 24h mac.&lt;br /&gt;received &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; message, called him and he told me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;garnet's&lt;/span&gt; cheerleader coming.&lt;br /&gt;so book seats for them first laa.&lt;br /&gt;after they came, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt; went to join &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; they all instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weikoon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; at one table.&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;felix&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lynette&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dyan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tiffany&lt;/span&gt; at the other table.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nicolas&lt;/span&gt;, he wanted to leave then i ask him to stay laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos almost all his basketball friends are there what.&lt;br /&gt;and yaa, he stayed on then. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so he and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;, both romantic at one table laa. oops.&lt;br /&gt;then my table of guys started to gang up and bully me laa.&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. and i'm actually quite surprised that most of them speaks chinese laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos they have the english face. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; trying to find trouble.&lt;br /&gt;so both of us went out to mac and wanted to fight. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;retarded cans.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;suhana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lina&lt;/span&gt; they all came out. said bye laa.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; and me went back to mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt; bought his food and while he was walking up, i heard people knocking into some metal thing.&lt;br /&gt;i turned back and stared at &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then he was like "&lt;em&gt;not me, not me&lt;/em&gt;" with that innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;so funny laa. my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. another group of my friends left first cos they were rushing to catch the last train and bus.&lt;br /&gt;but our group stayed on to crap laa as we've decided to take a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;even though we are broke. but lucky &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; lend us money. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; and i left mac at around 12am plus.&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;felix&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weikoon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tiffany&lt;/span&gt; still stayed on. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; was kind that he messaged me telling that there's still last train.&lt;br /&gt;at that time still got train to ang mo kio so we decided to take train then cab.&lt;br /&gt;so concidence that we met &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;arshad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eddie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; at the station.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; says he want to join us in taking cab laa.&lt;br /&gt;throughout the train journey, that 3 malay boys was so funny laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i video &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; trying to throw his cap up and make it stay on his head.&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; slept. hur.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; alight at yio chu kang first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached ang mo kio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt; and i took cab.&lt;br /&gt;dropped &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;lucky got 2 guys with me cos it's like so late already.&lt;br /&gt;kind of scary laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the 2 guys was kind that they didn't let me off the last. (((:&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; alighted first. followed by me then &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;because actually is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt; first then &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; then me. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. wanted to bastard &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;raza&lt;/span&gt; and let him be the last to alight.&lt;br /&gt;cos he had no cash with him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and cos he wants to take cab with us, he didn't help &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minshan&lt;/span&gt; to carry things laa.&lt;br /&gt;he just walk so fast with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eddie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;arshad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after that he realised that he needs to take cab with us, he came back and help.&lt;br /&gt;so funny laa. then he kept saying sorry.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i reached home at around 1.25am.&lt;br /&gt;my family were all asleep already. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;went to bathe and onlined for awhile till i can't tahan.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were really closing but i can't sleep yet cos my hair is still wet.&lt;br /&gt;tried keeping myself awake till my hair is dry.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i slept at like 2am plus. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today at 12.45pm cos dad told me he bought lunch already.&lt;br /&gt;if he didn't come to wake me up, i think i'll wake up like 3pm?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5405335776807267775?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5405335776807267775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5405335776807267775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5405335776807267775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5405335776807267775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8126482653825745422</id><published>2007-05-12T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:40:23.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;memories just came back suddenly after looking at friendster's messages from you.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that we messaged nonsense stuffs today.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to stop, just hope that we'll continue this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never mind if we don't talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;message will do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5543771871428117502</id><published>2007-05-12T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:43:47.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Desirable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-desirable.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Men often find you immediately attractive and sensualYou're honesty is refreshingly beautiful ... it draws guys inYou are also able to be open with your feelings with no emotional baggagePacking light means you enjoy new relationships easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do Men See You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5543771871428117502?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5543771871428117502/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-2572317784964122047.post-5750136394150539857</id><published>2007-05-09T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T07:38:39.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall declare that today's a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LAUGHING DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (((:&lt;br /&gt;during break, i laughed non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;management lesson, i also laughed loudly.&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading laughed madly again.&lt;br /&gt;doing SAC stuffs also laugh and laugh and &lt;strong&gt;LAUGH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me today manx?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;never mind. laughing is good for health.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i don't mind laughing more.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i only didn't laugh during mother tongue lesson.&lt;br /&gt;cos all we did was corrections. sian-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;boonyan&lt;/span&gt; said something about her friends laugh so i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;seeing &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;junchen&lt;/span&gt; laugh, i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;hearing &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jesslyn's&lt;/span&gt; laughter, i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading again after school.&lt;br /&gt;stayed until 7.30pm and mr singh came to chase us away.&lt;br /&gt;wells. cheerleading is great!&lt;br /&gt;we finally got most of the dance moves already.&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm loving it. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! GP exam next friday. sian-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5750136394150539857?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5750136394150539857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5750136394150539857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5750136394150539857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5750136394150539857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-shall-declare-that-todays-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6034339247712467348</id><published>2007-05-08T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:55:06.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yaa! yesterday i got malign for stealing one packet of tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; was at the drink stall.&lt;br /&gt;then i went over to get a packet of tidbits and moving on to queue behind them.&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; happily go tell the aunty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AUNTY, YOU SEE, SHE'S STEALING THINGS. SHE'S TAKING IT AWAY WITHOUT PAYING."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; will join him what.&lt;br /&gt;so nice of them huhs.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO LAA. I'M NOT. YOU SEE, THEY ARE THE ONE. TRYING TO STEAL THINGS INFRONT OF YOUR FACE. YOU SEE, NOT TAKING OUT CASHCARD TO PAY SMOEMORE."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. all of us including the aunty started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; will hit my hand what.&lt;br /&gt;so nice of you huhs.&lt;br /&gt;malign me and hit me. WATCH OUT AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. i've got no idea why i'm feeling really sleepy nowadays during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;especially for econs and mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were really shutting off during econs and maths today.&lt;br /&gt;lessons are just so boring manx.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious. BORING to the MAX! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back a while after school with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tingting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;binxiang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;desmond&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;manx. laughing my heads off sia.&lt;br /&gt;cos we were using the computer and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;desmond&lt;/span&gt; made some comments.&lt;br /&gt;and it's super hilarious. SUPER to the MAX!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i laughed till my stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading after school again.&lt;br /&gt;garnet's attendance is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;apparently only had 5 people today.&lt;br /&gt;the rest left for heats. hur.&lt;br /&gt;wells. currently garnet's in the lead for heats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO GARNET. WE'LL WIN THE WAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (((:&lt;br /&gt;went to senate after that.&lt;br /&gt;some sc were there to clean up senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt; and me started laughing into &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tzekiat's&lt;/span&gt; ear and he couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;both of us were so happy to see him so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i know we're evil but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. my parents came and fetch me from school around 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at somewhere near bukit batok.&lt;br /&gt;then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;and finish up my piles of homework! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so near yet so far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6034339247712467348?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6034339247712467348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6034339247712467348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6034339247712467348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6034339247712467348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-yaa-yesterday-i-got-malign-for.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7854598920690002690</id><published>2007-05-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:16:21.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i played volleyball today with slippers.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. played against "100plus" and we "4GB" won. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT NO IDEA WHAT'S WITH TODAY'S WEATHER,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S JUST SO SUPER HOT MANX. OH MY GOSH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, today's a &lt;strong&gt;FUNNY&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;was playing with that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jun chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he's a retarded guy laa.&lt;br /&gt;kept wanting to poke me. hur.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to poke him too laa!&lt;br /&gt;then we play until like acting some kungfu show, turning round.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;then the both of us couldn't stop laughing cans!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jun chen, WATCH OUT okays! i'll POKE you more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. cheerleading and SAC meeting after school.&lt;br /&gt;went for cheerleading first then SAC laa.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly there should be 7 people staying for the SAC meeting.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, only left with me, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shirin&lt;/span&gt; helped us too. &lt;strong&gt;thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i continued my cheerleading after that.&lt;br /&gt;and so everything ends at around 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;so tired manx.&lt;br /&gt;i slept throughout the whole bus journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. shall watch the tv programme then go do maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7854598920690002690?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7854598920690002690/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-2572317784964122047.post-819398675758974645</id><published>2007-05-06T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:32:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GACKT - LAST NIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;atemonaku hitori samayoi arukitsuzuketa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kasuka na toiki o tada shiroku somete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;utsurikawariyuku kisetsu no sono hakanasa ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake mo naku namida ga koboreta&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furitsuzuku kanashimi wa masshiro na yuki ni kawaru&lt;br /&gt;zutto sora o miageteta&lt;br /&gt;kono karada ga kieru mae ni ima, negai ga todoku no nara&lt;br /&gt;mou ichido tsuyoku dakishimete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakariaenakute nando mo kizutsuketeita&lt;br /&gt;sonna toki demo itsumo yasashikute&lt;br /&gt;fui ni watasareta yubiwa ni kizamareteita&lt;br /&gt;futari no yakusoku wa kanawanai mama ni&lt;br /&gt;"ima mo oboeteiru..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toozakaru omoide wa itsumademo mabushisugite&lt;br /&gt;motto soba ni itakatta&lt;br /&gt;mou nido to aenai kedo itsumo soba de sasaetekureta&lt;br /&gt;anata dake wa kawaranai de ite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saigo ni miseta namida ga kesenakute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kono shiroi yukitachi to issho ni kieteshimattemo&lt;br /&gt;anata no kokoro no naka ni zutto saiteitai kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yorisotte dakiatta nukumori wa wasurenai de ne&lt;br /&gt;chigau dareka o aishitemo&lt;br /&gt;saigo ni kiita anata no koe o kono mama zutto hanasanai mama&lt;br /&gt;fukaku nemuri ni ochitai&lt;br /&gt;furitsuzuku kanashimi wa masshiro na yuki ni kawaru&lt;br /&gt;zutto sora o miageteta&lt;br /&gt;kono karada ga kieru mae ni ima, negai ga todoku no nara&lt;br /&gt;mou ichido tsuyoku dakishimete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mou ichido tsuyoku dakishimete..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translation)&lt;br /&gt;I continued wandering aimlessly, all alone&lt;br /&gt;A faint sigh painting a stroke of white&lt;br /&gt;In the ephemeral nature of the changing seasons&lt;br /&gt;Tears overflowed without any reason&lt;br /&gt;"Even now I love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continually falling sadness changes into pure white snow&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I raised my head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Before this body disappears now, if my wish reaches you&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me tight just once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't understand each other and hurt each other over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Even at those times you were always kind&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself on the suddenly surrendered ring&lt;br /&gt;As our promises to each other were not granted&lt;br /&gt;"Even now I remember..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fading memories are too brilliant as always&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be closer by&lt;br /&gt;We can't meet again but you were always close to hold me up&lt;br /&gt;Just you, don't change yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't erase those last tears you showed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I disappear along with this white snow&lt;br /&gt;I want to always bloom in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held each other close don't forget that warmth&lt;br /&gt;Even if you love someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go of the sound the last I heard of your voice&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall into a deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;The continually falling sadness changes into pure white snow&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I raised my head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Before this body disappears now, if my wish reaches you&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me tight just once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please hold me tight just once more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wells. siwei sent me this song.&lt;br /&gt;i love both the lyrics and tune.&lt;br /&gt;i had the piano version of it and it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. there's no hidden meaning why i post this song yaa?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-819398675758974645?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/819398675758974645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=819398675758974645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/819398675758974645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/819398675758974645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/gackt-last-night-atemonaku-hitori.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8296917543955884358</id><published>2007-05-05T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:17:57.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;cheerleading this morning was some kind of hip hop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't really dance well so we took quite some time to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but wells, we're almost done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was just upset by the attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's super poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i've got myself a new hairstyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cut my frindge short. and trimmed my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a "tail" now behind. (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjx0XoVbJGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qb4bR7gMRFU/s1600-h/P5051048+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061048030570685538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjx0XoVbJGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qb4bR7gMRFU/s320/P5051048+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjx1GoVbJHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zsvge5MeqDY/s1600-h/P4280990+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061048838024537202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjx1GoVbJHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zsvge5MeqDY/s320/P4280990+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPARISON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess can't really see the difference though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&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/2572317784964122047-8296917543955884358?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8296917543955884358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8296917543955884358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8296917543955884358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8296917543955884358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/cheerleading-this-morning-was-some-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjx0XoVbJGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qb4bR7gMRFU/s72-c/P5051048+(edit).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-8733650000791843112</id><published>2007-05-04T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:33:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>june holiday trip to taiwan has been postponed.&lt;br /&gt;cos that day we went to tour agency, they say it's packed already.&lt;br /&gt;but dad says we'll check out another tour agency tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;i hope we'll be able to go during this june holidays. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's friday.&lt;br /&gt;which means GP Mid-Year Exam is drawing nearer.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;finally we finish our PI. finally.&lt;br /&gt;got our groupings already.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm satisfied with my group. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAC meeting after school.&lt;br /&gt;planned quite a number of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and we only have a short period of time to get everything done.&lt;br /&gt;plus all of us are down for I-day.&lt;br /&gt;busy. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today and yesterday, many funny incidents happened.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i took train with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;syazana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we bounce back from bukit batok to jurong east so that we could get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;finally! at jurong east, many people alight and there's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;syazana&lt;/span&gt; tried to sit down first. followed by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; and me.&lt;br /&gt;however, our seats got snatched but 1 aunty.&lt;br /&gt;and she keep shifting the place before she sat down.&lt;br /&gt;so leaving me and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; not knowing where to sit.&lt;br /&gt;then slowly, another aunty came followed by another one.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;our seats were being snatched.&lt;br /&gt;so much for bouncing back what. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; kept saying "&lt;strong&gt;YOU THINK YOU PLAYING MUSICAL CHAIR HUH&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. hilarious manx. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around northpoint with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; made some "noise" after i gave her a reply.&lt;br /&gt;and two guys imitate her!&lt;br /&gt;it's those kind of "noise" / "sound".&lt;br /&gt;if you guys understand what i trying to say then yaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haifa&lt;/span&gt; got so embarrassed laa.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. cheerleading in school tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still deciding whether to join cos of my toe nail.&lt;br /&gt;it's coming off halfway.&lt;br /&gt;hur. ))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8733650000791843112?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8733650000791843112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8733650000791843112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8733650000791843112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8733650000791843112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/june-holiday-trip-to-taiwan-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-4664971718836265012</id><published>2007-05-02T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:26:05.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Make 60% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You certainly have this dating thing down - and you know how to charm most people.And when your charm seems broken, just think back to what has worked in the past.You have the tools to make almost anyone fall in love with you - you just have to put them into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no further progress yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4664971718836265012?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4664971718836265012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4664971718836265012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4664971718836265012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4664971718836265012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-can-make-60-of-your-crushes-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7036052996193083728</id><published>2007-05-02T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:04:29.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjin8IVbJFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nJ3qGb5aljU/s1600-h/P5021026+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059978832822084690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjin8IVbJFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nJ3qGb5aljU/s320/P5021026+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to post this picture that VJC has.&lt;br /&gt;their own "&lt;strong&gt;tree house&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;how cool manx?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt; says students do climb up. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7036052996193083728?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7036052996193083728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7036052996193083728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7036052996193083728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7036052996193083728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/forgot-to-post-this-picture-that-vjc.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjin8IVbJFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nJ3qGb5aljU/s72-c/P5021026+(edit).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-5752659251842596856</id><published>2007-05-02T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:05:43.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attended VJC Investiture today with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;their investiture is really informal laa.&lt;br /&gt;so different from ours.&lt;br /&gt;had reception and our host was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the most creepy thing was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt; actually stays like 2 blocks away from me!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the reason why i find him looking familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: where do you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: toa payoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: oh. same, me too. lorong what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: lorong 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: oh my gosh. block what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: block 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;: oh my gosh! serious? i'm staying at like block 82 laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i slowly recall we actually took bus together last time.&lt;br /&gt;cos he was previously from maris stella.&lt;br /&gt;and bartley campus was just opposite their school.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to take bus 28 and somemore we took it at the same timing laa.&lt;br /&gt;but that guy didn't notice me.&lt;br /&gt;and we weren't friend that time too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;shall bump into him some day near my house manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt; tour us around their school.&lt;br /&gt;they have a student lounge too called &lt;strong&gt;IGLOO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;got pool table and soccer table inside laa.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDENTS PAY FOR IT INCLUDING MONEY FOR MAINTAINENCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**they never protest or grumble about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wells. i got PANG SEH again by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BEATRICE LEE&lt;/span&gt; laa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she forever PANG SEH me. sadded. angry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANG SEH TO THE MAX MANX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures we took in VJC. (((:&lt;br /&gt;look at their student lounge.&lt;br /&gt;however, we couldn't enter the lounge so i had to take pictures from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh6i4VbJEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fYlKoN8-85E/s1600-h/P5021032+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059928921007137858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh6i4VbJEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fYlKoN8-85E/s320/P5021032+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lijun, jared, gabriel, esther, cordelia, michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh6M4VbJDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cXS4Jv-XqDU/s1600-h/P5021031+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059928543050015794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh6M4VbJDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cXS4Jv-XqDU/s320/P5021031+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther and lijun from ACJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh5bYVbJCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1mwXJMct7Pw/s1600-h/P5021030+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059927692646491170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh5bYVbJCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1mwXJMct7Pw/s320/P5021030+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pond where birthday people are thrown in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh5OoVbJBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WTNCWC7w_X4/s1600-h/P5021024+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059927473603159058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh5OoVbJBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WTNCWC7w_X4/s320/P5021024+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an overview of the whole room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh47oVbJAI/AAAAAAAAAII/0h6LUyuswto/s1600-h/P5021020+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059927147185644546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh47oVbJAI/AAAAAAAAAII/0h6LUyuswto/s320/P5021020+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soccer table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh4voVbI_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3hPkL7Ji59Y/s1600-h/P5021018+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059926941027214322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh4voVbI_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3hPkL7Ji59Y/s320/P5021018+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pool table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh4jIVbI-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/L6Gp9hjr-Ew/s1600-h/P5021017+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059926726278849506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh4jIVbI-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/L6Gp9hjr-Ew/s320/P5021017+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magazine rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh4ZoVbI9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/BX-RvF1tTbg/s1600-h/P5021016+9edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059926563070092242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh4ZoVbI9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/BX-RvF1tTbg/s320/P5021016+9edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJC student lounge - IGLOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICH-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SAKQ&lt;/span&gt;: don't worry too much okays? everything will be over soon. God will bless you. (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5752659251842596856?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5752659251842596856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5752659251842596856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5752659251842596856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5752659251842596856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/attended-vjc-investiture-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjh6i4VbJEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fYlKoN8-85E/s72-c/P5021032+(edit).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-5259203059693829603</id><published>2007-05-01T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:41:15.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaoU4VbI8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Mnsc0eSWJw/s1600-h/ocip_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059416308070425538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaoU4VbI8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Mnsc0eSWJw/s320/ocip_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaoOYVbI7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/G8uTuaqyQCk/s1600-h/ocip_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059416196401275826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaoOYVbI7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/G8uTuaqyQCk/s320/ocip_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjan9YVbI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/BZDhuX3LckY/s1600-h/ocip_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059415904343499682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjan9YVbI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/BZDhuX3LckY/s320/ocip_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjan3oVbI5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f2zdvpqyK_8/s1600-h/PB170492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059415805559251858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjan3oVbI5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f2zdvpqyK_8/s320/PB170492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaniYVbI4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xEAw7y45OZw/s1600-h/PB170493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059415440487031682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaniYVbI4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xEAw7y45OZw/s320/PB170493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjanPIVbI3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sJubvUDr5rc/s1600-h/ocip_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059415109774549874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjanPIVbI3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sJubvUDr5rc/s320/ocip_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjanGoVbI2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/l6GH8hLrJos/s1600-h/ocip_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059414963745661794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjanGoVbI2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/l6GH8hLrJos/s320/ocip_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjanAIVbI1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XuztGCgX9D0/s1600-h/cambodia+kids+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059414852076512082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjanAIVbI1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XuztGCgX9D0/s320/cambodia+kids+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjamvoVbI0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vWpC7ZXCXYI/s1600-h/07%20Nov_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059414568608670530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjamvoVbI0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vWpC7ZXCXYI/s320/07%2520Nov_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CAMBODIA. can we be as carefree as them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5259203059693829603?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5259203059693829603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5259203059693829603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5259203059693829603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5259203059693829603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/cambodia.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaoU4VbI8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Mnsc0eSWJw/s72-c/ocip_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-7708751421484695131</id><published>2007-05-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:29:47.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjalg4VbIzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wUszWB6whuQ/s1600-h/P4281012+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059413215693972274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjalg4VbIzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wUszWB6whuQ/s320/P4281012+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjalRoVbIyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0TazPdv_Zjo/s1600-h/P4281011+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059412953700967202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjalRoVbIyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0TazPdv_Zjo/s320/P4281011+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjak4YVbIxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KG2wWTDaMhc/s1600-h/P4281006+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059412519909270290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjak4YVbIxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KG2wWTDaMhc/s320/P4281006+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjakeoVbIwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MFSKzeLBbFc/s1600-h/P4281003+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059412077527638786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjakeoVbIwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MFSKzeLBbFc/s320/P4281003+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjakG4VbIvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DwulgcQrG6Y/s1600-h/P4281002+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059411669505745650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjakG4VbIvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DwulgcQrG6Y/s320/P4281002+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's their birthday - REGINA and CALVIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjajhIVbIuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jDnscihoGY4/s1600-h/P4280999+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059411020965683938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjajhIVbIuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jDnscihoGY4/s320/P4280999+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regina's mum made the cake herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjajMYVbItI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d-2pijWtpfI/s1600-h/P4280998+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059410664483398354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjajMYVbItI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d-2pijWtpfI/s320/P4280998+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guys trying to start the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjai5YVbIsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JpIl87rzroE/s1600-h/P4280997+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059410338065883842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjai5YVbIsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JpIl87rzroE/s320/P4280997+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaipYVbIrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rsf-ogBAwBI/s1600-h/P4280995+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059410063187976882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaipYVbIrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rsf-ogBAwBI/s320/P4280995+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is BENJAMIN'S student leader jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaiF4VbIqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jDnVzw3dl_A/s1600-h/P4280994+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059409453302620834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjaiF4VbIqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jDnVzw3dl_A/s320/P4280994+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of advice - DON'T DRINK DRINKS PROVIDED DURING BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never know what's inside before you drank it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7708751421484695131?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7708751421484695131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7708751421484695131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7708751421484695131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7708751421484695131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-their-birthday-regina-and-calvin.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rjalg4VbIzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wUszWB6whuQ/s72-c/P4281012+(edit).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-6263310367934734254</id><published>2007-05-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:46:47.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was boring yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;if only i never go school, i would be having a long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;had management and mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;initially i could be dismissed at 4.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;but i got to wait to get my blazer till 4.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;how nice hur?&lt;br /&gt;but lucky got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sakq&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yongsheng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hafiz&lt;/span&gt; keep me accompanied.&lt;br /&gt;joke around and waited for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cheryl&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; miss chan&lt;/span&gt; to come with the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took bus home with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she alighted halfway.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. met up with my mum for dinner at central.&lt;br /&gt;had fish and chip.&lt;br /&gt;super full laa.&lt;br /&gt;watched tv all the way after i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're still in the process. and everything seems negative.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-998151941099570337</id><published>2007-04-29T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:33:55.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with my parents today.&lt;br /&gt;some random talk with them during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked if their family were wealthy last time.&lt;br /&gt;dad yes, mum no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad says they always have supper.&lt;br /&gt;all the siblings attended good schools like nanyang, cedar, st.joseph.&lt;br /&gt;dad says grandfather wanted to buy a condo but end up didn't.&lt;br /&gt;only know how to say but no action taken.&lt;br /&gt;grandfather didn't know how to invest.&lt;br /&gt;he says if only grandfather bought condo that time, we would be rich now.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about mum's family.&lt;br /&gt;she says grandfather never give grandmother any allowance.&lt;br /&gt;grandmother was really poor that time.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my mum don't even have allowance.&lt;br /&gt;allowance were given by her aunt.&lt;br /&gt;although grandfather was rich, but he didn't know how to invest.&lt;br /&gt;there's once he invested in setting up restaurant, but he failed.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only all my grandparents know how to invest, i guess we'll be rich now.&lt;br /&gt;but being rich doesn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;not everything can satisfy us by having a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;money is not everything.&lt;br /&gt;but without money, we can't live too.&lt;br /&gt;how irony.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. this is life.&lt;br /&gt;and life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. next tuesday is public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;dad says we'll go to tour agency to check out some places to go during holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really hope that we could talk soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-998151941099570337?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/998151941099570337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=998151941099570337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/998151941099570337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/998151941099570337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-out-with-my-parents-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6046529187845577015</id><published>2007-04-29T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:53:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i've got no idea why also.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at like 9am. then watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;and i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;woke up again at 12noon.&lt;br /&gt;bathe then left the house for lunch with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;we went to kk hospital to visit my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to yishun to fetch my mum from work.&lt;br /&gt;they drop me off at yishun station.&lt;br /&gt;then i took the train down to choa chu kang to meet ben.&lt;br /&gt;went LOT 1 to get &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;and left to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;regina's&lt;/span&gt; house which is opposite bukit panjang LRT.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;regina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;calvin's&lt;/span&gt; birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down. only a few people we know reach already.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;zhixing&lt;/span&gt; and one of her friend.&lt;br /&gt;we were rather quiet in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;but after some incident, we got close! (((:&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness they were there, if not i'll feel kind of lonely laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. the birthday party was fun.&lt;br /&gt;made some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;they are all from my school. just that i don't know them last time.&lt;br /&gt;so we started playing poker cos we got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;it's super fun cos i kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;till all of them laugh along with me laa.&lt;br /&gt;and it make me feel like laughing more.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i want to stop but i couldn't. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played eliminator too.&lt;br /&gt;my group is all guys and i was the only girl manx.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;regina&lt;/span&gt; came over to join my group.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lydia&lt;/span&gt;, her sister and i left at around 10.45pm laa.&lt;br /&gt;initially wanted to leave at 9pm but we kept dragging the time.&lt;br /&gt;so i took train home and they went to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;the journey took me an hour i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. it's always good to have a guy friend that stay near you.&lt;br /&gt;so if you're going home late, need to walk alone in the darkness, he will just be a message away.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and apparently, that's what happen to me! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i reached toa payoh around 11.50pm and there isn't any bus left i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so i messaged &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt; to ask him to walk home with me.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's dark and i'm afraid to walk home alone.&lt;br /&gt;and since he's free. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;he agreed so yaa, both of us walk home and send me till the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LEON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. reached home and my parents were still watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm going to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;and if i'm not tired, i'll finish up some of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;sadded. weekends is going to end!&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will hopefully be uploaded by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6046529187845577015?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6046529187845577015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6046529187845577015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6046529187845577015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6046529187845577015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-woke-up-early-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2229726976285121500</id><published>2007-04-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:48:55.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to 06B2 in the morning regarding some SAC stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the class was cooperative so i finished it fast.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class. and i observed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; dare to talk and say a lot of things in the forum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when it comes to reality, they hide and kept quiet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only dare to speak up to the teacher secretly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can i say this is call "coward"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. maths test today.&lt;br /&gt;so dead. only know how to do one question. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;never mind laa.&lt;br /&gt;wells. followed by PW.&lt;br /&gt;then last two period became celebration for INTERNATIONAL FRIENDSHIP DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had plans after school already so i couldn't stay longer for SAC meeting.&lt;br /&gt;went town to meet up with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around heeren then ate lunch at cine.&lt;br /&gt;left to taka cos i still thought &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; would be working there.&lt;br /&gt;but when i asked, they say he got transfer to paragon already.&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenly remember &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; telling me about it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but still, we went kino to see some magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went paragon cos i want to show &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;then both of us left to orchard station.&lt;br /&gt;he's going jamming! and i met up with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to toa payoh. met up with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we took bus 88 and went to j8.&lt;br /&gt;walked around then went to eat at MOS burger.&lt;br /&gt;he ate but not me.&lt;br /&gt;sat there, talk and observe about some rubbish issue.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. we felt that we were taking up too much space so we left.&lt;br /&gt;then both of us took bus 88.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to send me home but i didn't allow due to some reason.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt; for making my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today, victoria, claudia and suhana asked about us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2229726976285121500?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2229726976285121500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2229726976285121500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2229726976285121500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2229726976285121500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-to-06b2-in-morning-regarding-some.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7354281552863611277</id><published>2007-04-26T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:04:05.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjDK-4VbIpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AoK8OkyojOE/s1600-h/P3200789+(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057765563160011410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjDK-4VbIpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AoK8OkyojOE/s320/P3200789+(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;results for MI Modern Dance SYF - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes! we achieve silver after so many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've heard that we always achieve bronze. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells. school was alright for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was feeling really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got no idea why too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe was fun. anyhow play volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then took bus home with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aloysius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alight at the SPH bus stop and went into the company to look for my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to yishun to fetch my mum after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dinner at yishun and home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow's a big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really afraid i'll just screwed up everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so not prepared manx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've got maths test tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, more pictures are uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go under links and look under peek-a-boo. (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally yesterday i received a message from you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7354281552863611277?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7354281552863611277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7354281552863611277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7354281552863611277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7354281552863611277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/reults-for-mi-modern-dance-syf-silver.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RjDK-4VbIpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AoK8OkyojOE/s72-c/P3200789+(edit).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-4671617634801501499</id><published>2007-04-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:00:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some pictures for the day!&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MUHAMMAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Ri9d-oVbIoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4iuNfrBkfNs/s1600-h/P4230937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057364237120905858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Ri9d-oVbIoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4iuNfrBkfNs/s320/P4230937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Ri9cAoVbInI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0cF-lGZTz94/s1600-h/P4240940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057362072457388658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Ri9cAoVbInI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0cF-lGZTz94/s320/P4240940.JPG" 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/2572317784964122047-4671617634801501499?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4671617634801501499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4671617634801501499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4671617634801501499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4671617634801501499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-pictures-for-day-this-is-muhammad.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Ri9d-oVbIoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4iuNfrBkfNs/s72-c/P4230937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-6541118696511804586</id><published>2007-04-25T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:38:40.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Modern Dance SYF today. 3pm at NUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we're done. everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;seriously hope that we can achieve GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;pray hard!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. pictures are uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2092900225"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2092900225&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i watched HCI dance.&lt;br /&gt;they are super good cans.&lt;br /&gt;their props are so special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;i guess confirm GOLD with HONOURS for them already.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6541118696511804586?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6541118696511804586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6541118696511804586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6541118696511804586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6541118696511804586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/modern-dance-syf-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5479040390592530312</id><published>2007-04-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:25:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;didn't had much break cos was working on some SAC stuffs again.&lt;br /&gt;lessons ended at 3.25pm.&lt;br /&gt;looked for farisha and we continued SAC stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dance at 4.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;had practice laa.&lt;br /&gt;sean corrected our movements for the very last time.&lt;br /&gt;cos tomorrow is the syf! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i joined garnet cheerleading. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;first time though.&lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haikel's&lt;/span&gt; in it. so i joined. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went square 2 with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; after dance.&lt;br /&gt;had our eyebrows trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;we both love our eyebrows now. (((:&lt;br /&gt;it was around 9pm and we were feeling hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so dined in at long john silver.&lt;br /&gt;sat there and talk about many issues.&lt;br /&gt;left there at around 9.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took train then bus home.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;while i was at the interchange, got this super scary stalker laa.&lt;br /&gt;he walked infront of me then kept turning back and look, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and worst still, we took the same bus.&lt;br /&gt;then on the bus, this guy sitting infront of me, he kept turning back too.&lt;br /&gt;until got a moment, he shifted his body 45degrees towards my direction laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. this shows that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GUYS ARE WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; leon&lt;/span&gt;, stop arguing with me about that!&lt;br /&gt;cos that's the fact. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;yay! no cca on friday. so might be out with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; ask about us. hur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5479040390592530312?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5479040390592530312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5479040390592530312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5479040390592530312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5479040390592530312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-school-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8700203212775043917</id><published>2007-04-23T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:31:40.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reached school at 7.45am.&lt;br /&gt;helped to do some SAC stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and then first two period was the Earth Week modeling thing.&lt;br /&gt;so no PE for us. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued the SAC stuffs during breaks.&lt;br /&gt;sian-ed.&lt;br /&gt;management lesson was okays.&lt;br /&gt;followed by two breaks.&lt;br /&gt;then had chinese.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of my day at 4.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dance after school.&lt;br /&gt;no choice. 2 more days left to syf!&lt;br /&gt;dance and dance and dance from 5.15pm to 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way to mrt station, was bullying some people.&lt;br /&gt;on the bus, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt; and i started poking &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;barry&lt;/span&gt; non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun laa. oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we're EVIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;cos that's barry what. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while walking to the station, i started poking &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; this time.&lt;br /&gt;cos that guy keep repeating some irritating stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*GUYS ARE SUPER FUN TO POKE AT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took train down to yishun to meet my parents for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;was on train with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we talked non-stop. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, came home at around 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to bathe now. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8700203212775043917?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8700203212775043917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8700203212775043917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8700203212775043917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8700203212775043917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/reached-school-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-532904903767848259</id><published>2007-04-22T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T08:03:38.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had dance yesterday morning from 9am - 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;hard core practice.&lt;br /&gt;after dance, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt; and i went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;and we left to town. met up with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jesslyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went to art friend at taka.&lt;br /&gt;and went to far east.&lt;br /&gt;shopped for a while and i left.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marina square first to meet &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;guoping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chun hong&lt;/span&gt; came after that.&lt;br /&gt;had our dinner at cavana. (((:&lt;br /&gt;all of us ate black pepper chicken hotplate.&lt;br /&gt;it's delicious manx.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i haven't seen &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;guoping&lt;/span&gt; for ages.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw him was like aug 2006? hur.&lt;br /&gt;he never change. QUIET as usual. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went to millennia walk and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;indulge ourselves at that candy empire shop.&lt;br /&gt;manx. that place is sweets and chocolate heaven laa.&lt;br /&gt;can even find sweets that we used to eat when we're in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;i love that shop.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many tidbits i wished to buy.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm broke. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;never mind. at least i bought JELLY BEAN! yay.&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chun hong&lt;/span&gt; for sharing the other box with me. (((:&lt;br /&gt;when i have money, i'm going to get somemore boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;or rather, anyone willing to get more boxes of jelly bean for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i would love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for only 5 sec? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;guoping&lt;/span&gt; left us first.&lt;br /&gt;then the 3 of us continue walking for a while at suntec.&lt;br /&gt;sat somewhere around there at talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chun hong&lt;/span&gt; was the joke of the night.&lt;br /&gt;he said something that was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not mention it cos the jokes are about him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. they sent me to the esplanade bus stop after that.&lt;br /&gt;waited with me for my bus to come.&lt;br /&gt;and yaa, i was really tired that i slept throughout the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;i almost missed my bus stop manx.&lt;br /&gt;and again. &lt;em&gt;i recall that one and only bus56 memory with you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today. woke up around 11am plus.&lt;br /&gt;laze around then went out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;my family went to my grandparents house while i stayed home to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;homework ain't easy to finish.&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be piling up each day.&lt;br /&gt;sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wells. 3 MORE DAYS TO SYF. (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-532904903767848259?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/532904903767848259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=532904903767848259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/532904903767848259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/532904903767848259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-dance-yesterday-morning-from-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-829244550590535724</id><published>2007-04-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:49:01.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sia laa.&lt;br /&gt;i laugh non-stop in school today.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;boonyan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chunchen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stephen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. some sort of have 4 breaks since early morning.&lt;br /&gt;cos lao shi didn't come school today.&lt;br /&gt;and the work she gave only needs to be handed in next week.&lt;br /&gt;plus two breaks after that.&lt;br /&gt;was in library and we talk about some chinese composition thing.&lt;br /&gt;it's super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was management class.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;from the beginning lesson, i already started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;super funny laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos of the things that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chunchen&lt;/span&gt; did.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i exchange bag with him throughout the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i can swear that &lt;strong&gt;guys are really messy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;looking into his bag, he had 3 shirts 1 shorts and he just chucked everything in.&lt;br /&gt;can't stand it so i pack it then. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the lesson, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stephen&lt;/span&gt; did something.&lt;br /&gt;i saw it. and i burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i asked &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt; to see and his reaction was the same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;we both laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was a performance in the hall by &lt;em&gt;tang quartet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they played violin, viola and cello.&lt;br /&gt;it's really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt; was wishing that they would play "canon in d".&lt;br /&gt;but obviously they didn't laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i want to learn violin too.&lt;br /&gt;i actually had the chance to learn and join the violin cca in sec school.&lt;br /&gt;but my dad say it would be quite ex so i gave up. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;never mind laa. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAC meeting after school.&lt;br /&gt;then went for dance.&lt;br /&gt;yay! our dance is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;we're getting ready for the syf which is just next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;aiming to get &lt;strong&gt;GOLD&lt;/strong&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt; after dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO CONCIDENCE, I TOOK 159 HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it reminds me of the moments i had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-829244550590535724?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/829244550590535724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=829244550590535724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/829244550590535724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/829244550590535724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/sia-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8589103301977167414</id><published>2007-04-18T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:54:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;cos i simply have sweet juniors saying sweet things that made my night.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;of cos i won't say what they say to me laa.&lt;br /&gt;but still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8589103301977167414?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8589103301977167414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8589103301977167414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8589103301977167414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8589103301977167414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-happy-cos-im-simply-have-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5815910210454701078</id><published>2007-04-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:58:59.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yaa. i just remembered something.&lt;br /&gt;was shopping at velocity the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw something which i really like it.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADIDAS BELT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. pretty pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't remember wrongly, it has black and white.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get the black one.&lt;br /&gt;somemore it only cost 25bucks.&lt;br /&gt;okays. i'm so going to get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or is there anyone nice enough to get it for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5815910210454701078?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5815910210454701078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5815910210454701078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5815910210454701078'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RiC8mNeDZTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MOfEDqjwiE0/s320/PB170483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;why everything change so sudden?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's going on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's all the promises you made to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's our marina square pool days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's the bartley days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's the bus ride that we always have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't they last?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;when can we have a good talk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's the one that has changed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;why must i be the one taking initiative now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;why things changes so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it possible to get back to how we used to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i shouldn't love you but i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just can't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i shouldn't see you but i can't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can't look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i shouldn't love you but i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just can't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i shouldn't see you but i can't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can't look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i don't know how to be fine when i'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'cause i don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this feeling's taking control of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i won't sit around, i can't let him win now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thought you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i've tried my best to let go of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just gotta say it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;before i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's getting hard to be around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there's so much i can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i don't know how to be fine when i'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'cause i don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this emptiness is killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i'm wondering why i've waited so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;looking back i realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was always there just never spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm waiting here...been waiting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just so you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by jesse mCcartney.&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/2572317784964122047-8432256396314010126?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8432256396314010126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8432256396314010126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8432256396314010126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8432256396314010126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-everything-change-so-sudden-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RiC8mNeDZTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MOfEDqjwiE0/s72-c/PB170483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-6441562443137978136</id><published>2007-04-14T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T03:19:16.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday only had lessons in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;then was totally free from 10.45am to 12.45pm laa.&lt;br /&gt;dance as usual after school till 5.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;i dance till my toe nail bleed! oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. left to westmall for dinner with my group of juniors.&lt;br /&gt;ate at kfc. listen to stories. and burp many times. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; and i took bus to town cos i'm meeting my parents there.&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; needs to take another bus from there to go home.&lt;br /&gt;when i reach town, it was still early for me to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; was nice enough to accompany me to walk around town. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heeren cos i wanted to get some accessories but the shop is under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to taka after that.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go taka cos i want to visit &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; working in nike.&lt;br /&gt;and yaa, did saw him there.&lt;br /&gt;chat with him for awhile and left to ngee ann city.&lt;br /&gt;met up with my parents then went to the exhibition to look for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad says that he wants to wait for my brother to finish his work.&lt;br /&gt;and so we went to starbucks for coffee. (((:&lt;br /&gt;i drank mocha while they drank cuppucino.&lt;br /&gt;then my brother came and look for us at around 11pm i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad sent him to some place at choa chu kang.&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole journey, i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;really tired manx.&lt;br /&gt;so by the time we reached home, it's like 12.15am. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to wake up this morning cos dance starts at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;sia laa. tired manx.&lt;br /&gt;danced till around 11am plus.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go pool with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;joanne&lt;/span&gt; but didn't feel like it in the end. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then wanted to go Kbox with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sk&lt;/span&gt; and some other people but no money.&lt;br /&gt;so i came home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest awhile and dad brought brother and i out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;then went to fetch mum from work.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am. home again!&lt;br /&gt;wells. there's a lot of homework and studies for me to mug this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking if i should go sentosa tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways. i can sense that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;avoiding me. yes? why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6441562443137978136?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6441562443137978136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6441562443137978136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6441562443137978136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6441562443137978136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-only-had-lessons-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7347240694101091293</id><published>2007-04-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:10:10.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's a boring day yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;breaks, management, mother tongue, gp and econs.&lt;br /&gt;econs was the best for us manx.&lt;br /&gt;it made me laugh non-stop because of something.&lt;br /&gt;only the 9 of us know. (((:&lt;br /&gt;secret. we're all not suppose to say.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i told some friends already. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i still can't believe that i did that thing with my class econs people today.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I? (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't need to attend pe lesson.&lt;br /&gt;so home sweet home with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aloysius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;crap throughout the journey.&lt;br /&gt;made aloysius nothing to say. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i finally talk to you after &lt;strong&gt;97398687624 days&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;even it's only for that few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;it made my day. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;and i talk to you today too! (((:&lt;br /&gt;you even showed concern to me!&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i'm crazy laa.&lt;br /&gt;but that's normal cos who wouldn't want to know why i'm wearing slipper to school?&lt;br /&gt;HUR.&lt;br /&gt;let's find some day and settle down and really talk okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. tomorrow's friday already.&lt;br /&gt;will be having dance again.&lt;br /&gt;dance syf on the 25th april.&lt;br /&gt;hope we can get what we're aiming. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY MACRINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7347240694101091293?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7347240694101091293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7347240694101091293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7347240694101091293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7347240694101091293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-boring-day-yet-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6918730627633375204</id><published>2007-04-10T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:55:54.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lessons as per normal for today.&lt;br /&gt;econs, maths and gp.&lt;br /&gt;so school ended at 3.25pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then investiture rehearsal again after school at around 4.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;did the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;i hope all of us are prepared.&lt;br /&gt;but what's scary is throughout all the rehearsals, we don't get full attendance. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully everything goes well tomorrow. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the rehearsal, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt; and i went to square 2.&lt;br /&gt;went there to shop for some accessories laa.&lt;br /&gt;but then shops were some sort of like closing already cos it's quite late.&lt;br /&gt;lucky we managed to get what we want.&lt;br /&gt;so we left at around 9.30pm and took train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while going up the escalator, someone tapped me and said HI.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LEON&lt;/span&gt; laa.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i've seen him manx. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so we stood there at talk for like 20mins laa.&lt;br /&gt;okays. and i'm amazed that he still remembers my number.&lt;br /&gt;then i kept disturbing him also. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. afterall, he's nice cos he wanted to send me home when i was joking about it.&lt;br /&gt;but of cos didn't laa and then we went separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for my bus, i saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shiying&lt;/span&gt; and another guy from our school.&lt;br /&gt;first, she went to wait for her bus.&lt;br /&gt;5mins later she came out of the queue and says she wants to get fries. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. got to reach school early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky dad is sending me so i don't need to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;nor do i need to be afraid that i'll be late. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW'S A BIG DAY FOR US - INVESTITURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6918730627633375204?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6918730627633375204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6918730627633375204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6918730627633375204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6918730627633375204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/lessons-as-per-normal-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-1281694112275991661</id><published>2007-04-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:41:42.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yaa. adding on.&lt;br /&gt;i've caught a flu now!&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stop sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's due to the unpredictable weather nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's cos of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; room? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-1281694112275991661?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1281694112275991661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=1281694112275991661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1281694112275991661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1281694112275991661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-yaa.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-4071964008754562088</id><published>2007-04-08T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:21:37.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's sunday! weekend is going to gone in just a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night i took bus 985 home from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;then i slept. and when i woke up, i missed my stop!&lt;br /&gt;partly also because the driver drove too fast already.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. then i had to go all the way to boonkeng and take bus 31 back.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;i can actually reach home like 9.30pm but in the end, i was home at around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i have for my breakfast this morning?&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;strong&gt; A SLICE OF BREAD WITH ONE KINDER BUENO.&lt;/strong&gt; (((:&lt;br /&gt;i love kinder bueno manx.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt;. she's so sweet laa cos she's the one who got it for me yesterday. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i think i'll be out for shopping with my family later.&lt;br /&gt;like what &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; said: SUNDAY IS A FAMILY DAY. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. i love &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go again. okays &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;but then go her house, confirm will grow fatter manx.&lt;br /&gt;her maid brought us like 3 different kind of tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;then the floor in her room is so comfortable to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and dinner for me was pizza.&lt;br /&gt;plus the dining table have more tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; got a PAU FACE laa.&lt;/strong&gt; oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4071964008754562088?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4071964008754562088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4071964008754562088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4071964008754562088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4071964008754562088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-sunday-weekend-is-going-to-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2810906082794600931</id><published>2007-04-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:56:24.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at like usual time this morning - 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;cos i need to reach school by 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;wells. i ask mum to wake up early for the sake of helping me to tie scorpion.&lt;br /&gt;and she really did laa. oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;she woke up at like 6am when she don't have.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so touched laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY MUM! (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i was the first to reach school. 7am. hur.&lt;br /&gt;then get changed and everything and started the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsed for like 4 or 5 times and everything ended at around 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha&lt;/span&gt; and i decided to do PI together. (((:&lt;br /&gt;we had our lunch at Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;shopped at mini toons for a while and i'm at her house now! yay!&lt;br /&gt;since 3pm plus until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. while she was doing her research, i slept first.&lt;br /&gt;too tired already.&lt;br /&gt;then while she was asleep, i did my research.&lt;br /&gt;got to continue writing out the whole draft by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;cos i doubt i will be free tomorrow and monday. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phoned our dearest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TAN MIN MIN&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;then laugh and laugh and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;like duh! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. called mum and she's shopping laa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so jealous manx.&lt;br /&gt;never mind. i'll be having my dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farisha's&lt;/span&gt; house. yay!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FARISHA and HER MUM&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. busy schedule next week.&lt;br /&gt;monday and tuesday rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday investiture and dance.&lt;br /&gt;friday dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice life i have huhs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2810906082794600931?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2810906082794600931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2810906082794600931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2810906082794600931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2810906082794600931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/woke-up-at-like-usual-time-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7929387468591233648</id><published>2007-04-06T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:50:08.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was our cip day.&lt;br /&gt;we went to st.andrew's cathedral home at clementi.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess all of us enjoyed ourselves so are the elderlys there.&lt;br /&gt;we had singing and dancing session for them.&lt;br /&gt;and chatted with them too.&lt;br /&gt;everything ended at 12noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, me, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tingting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;boon yan&lt;/span&gt; caught bus 7 and we went town.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around far east for a while already and decided to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;so we headed down to monstercue. (((:&lt;br /&gt;it's relatively cheap and there was hardly anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;i played two rounds against tingting and lynn then i got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to school as i've got investiture rehearsal at 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;but wait and drag until 4.30pm then we start. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. everything ended at around 6.15pm laa.&lt;br /&gt;and i rush down to cityhall to meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning, this reunion really super yucks manx.&lt;br /&gt;the 3 bartley boys just pang seh us for some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;leaving me, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt; standing outside mac.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haikel&lt;/span&gt; is nice. &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST HE STAYED A WHILE AND ASK US WHERE WE GOING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nicolas&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST HE CAME BACK TO FIND US WITHIN 10MINS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike SOME OTHER GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;so at that time, the 3 of us were super angry laa.&lt;br /&gt;and soon after that, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;then we continue waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hidayah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. apparently SOME PEOPLE says that they won't be at the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? when i reach there, THOSE PEOPLE WERE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;come on laa.&lt;br /&gt;that person even came up with 3 EXCUSES WHY HE CAN'T MAKE IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I'VE GOT FAMILY REUNION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. I'VE GOT MATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. I'VE GOT TO GET PRESENT FOR MY MUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaa right? so what family reunion did you have at that time?&lt;br /&gt;so that 1 guy and 2 girls belongs to your familly laa?&lt;br /&gt;then what match you have?&lt;br /&gt;match meaning go upstair play those kind of table soccer game is it?&lt;br /&gt;then what get present?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you went to get any present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please laa. if you don't wish to come, just say you don't want to come.&lt;br /&gt;giving excuses will cause others to be more angry.&lt;br /&gt;because what you said are &lt;strong&gt;ALL LIES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw you there, i was super disappointed and angry.&lt;br /&gt;that i didn't even want to ask why you'd lie or even say a hello.&lt;br /&gt;so your other friends are more important than us or rather me? yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the other guy also.&lt;br /&gt;giving the excuse of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M TIRED ALREADY, I DON'T WANT TO GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. tired? &lt;strong&gt;TIRED&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;when we reach there at around 7.30pm, what are you still doing there?&lt;br /&gt;then after that, you continued playing with 1 guy and 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;so much for &lt;strong&gt;FEELING TIRED&lt;/strong&gt; huhs?&lt;br /&gt;and thanks so much for being so ON in the first place when i ask you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. then when &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sk&lt;/span&gt; called me at that time, i didn't talk to him nicely.&lt;br /&gt;cos he was initially one of them.&lt;br /&gt;and i scolded him saying that their B*****D.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly say that word but now, i really can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;so you guys should know how angry i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, the reunion was left with me, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cordelia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hidayah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but at around 10pm, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; left us first cos they have their own plan too.&lt;br /&gt;so down with the 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;and so concidentally, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; was there too. (((:&lt;br /&gt;we got him to come to mac to look for us.&lt;br /&gt;and finally i took a picture with him! yay!&lt;br /&gt;then he stayed with us for like 30mins and left cos he's going DXO.&lt;br /&gt;wells. DXO was having party yesterday night laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had enough of sitting at mac to talk.&lt;br /&gt;we left and went outside esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;well. there were quite many people there.&lt;br /&gt;partly cos DXO is near there and cos today's a public holiday i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so we get ourselves a spot and sat down to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got many opinions and views from them about my problem.&lt;br /&gt;now i know guys and girls really really have different thinkings. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys! (((:&lt;br /&gt;i appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;wells. really talk a lot and laugh a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to catch the last train home but then we talk until we didn't feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed until around 12.15am.&lt;br /&gt;we book a cab and the cab actually came at 5mins time laa.&lt;br /&gt;that's like super fast manx.&lt;br /&gt;very good service though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. then i reached home at around 12.40am i guess.&lt;br /&gt;dad was still awake.&lt;br /&gt;guess his waiting for me to reach home laa.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily there wasn't any scoldings from him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay! today's a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got some homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like doing but there's so impossible.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still rather affected by the fact that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; actually ditch us for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 people have been telling me things recently.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should believe or not.&lt;br /&gt;by judging the way you are now, i think i should.&lt;br /&gt;but then another person told me that's not true even though some stuffs happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUR HUR.&lt;/strong&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/2572317784964122047-7929387468591233648?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7929387468591233648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7929387468591233648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7929387468591233648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7929387468591233648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-our-cip-day.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5832249283867446840</id><published>2007-04-04T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:31:17.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really felt tired today laa.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like sleeping during my mother tongue lesson. oops!&lt;br /&gt;then i had break.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason's&lt;/span&gt; so irritating laa.&lt;br /&gt;he saw me and he called me to go over and he seems like he got something really important to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;then he whispered into my ear: &lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like what the.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;raj&lt;/span&gt; also another one. keep making fun of my height laa.&lt;br /&gt;irritating boys. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had investiture rehearsal after school.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems like not prepared laa.&lt;br /&gt;then somemore we could not on the fan in the hall, it's so warm laa.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so super sticky too. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. after the rehearsal, me, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yong sheng&lt;/span&gt; went for dinner at kfc.&lt;br /&gt;we sat there and had a good talk about sc stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and i start to realise that all of us are currently very stress now.&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be a lot of work to be done plus problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had some talk with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she actually felt angry and sad for me.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, im also feeling angry and sad.&lt;br /&gt;but then, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;all i could do is to just see it happen and keep everything to myself.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i see nothing today manx.&lt;br /&gt;but just so concidence, i saw it and my mood change suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;from happy to really upset.&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nic&lt;/span&gt; knows the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5832249283867446840?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5832249283867446840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5832249283867446840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5832249283867446840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5832249283867446840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-felt-tired-today-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-3206249953492645236</id><published>2007-04-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:54:30.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just saw something. it makes me feel sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking back, it makes me feel more sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today seriously i don't have to go school manx.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a waste of my time please.&lt;br /&gt;first period was pe. and i'm excused for that because of syf dance.&lt;br /&gt;next is management. the teacher is not in school so there's no lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but the weird thing is we actually saw him during home tutor's period! hmm.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, home tutor's period was about pw.&lt;br /&gt;we wasted our whole day until 2.45pm, then start proper lesson - mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;school ended at 4.05pm and time seems passing by real fast.&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to be a good girl and just went home straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home and i'm home alone.&lt;br /&gt;it's always me the one who left the house earliest, and then the first to reach home. hur.&lt;br /&gt;and currently eating fried rice now for my dinner. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. yay! bartley gang reunion is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;on this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;heys guys, people whom i ask to go, we're going to meet&lt;strong&gt; 7pm at CITYHALL on THIS THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;please don't be late ah.&lt;br /&gt;and be prepared to stay out late cos there's no school the next day. yay!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the bartley gang. really miss the time when all of us go for dinner, study together, etc.&lt;br /&gt;rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. 07B7 brought a cake for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;althea&lt;/span&gt; today to celebrate her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;her birthday is tomorrow but she has to celebrate it today cos tomorrow we'll be going to NUS for dance rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;another 6pm to 10pm. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. i saw them in the canteen so i decided to go take a look at them laa.&lt;br /&gt;there's somemore cake left and then they were so nice that they gave me a big slice. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bobin's&lt;/span&gt; not nice.&lt;br /&gt;he dipped the cream on my face laa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like oh my gosh, what the.&lt;br /&gt;wells. and since i had the cream on my hand, everyone was so afraid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; saw me walking towards him with the cake and he just ran off to wash his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt; saw me too and started hiding behind the wall.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i managed to wipe it on some of their hands laa.&lt;br /&gt;yay! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07B7 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;and people, when's our outing going to be huhs? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;from last saturday drag drag drag until today still don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3206249953492645236?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3206249953492645236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3206249953492645236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3206249953492645236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3206249953492645236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-saw-something.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2476761203066319123</id><published>2007-04-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:45:59.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really miss bartley life.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i'll be taking bus 28 tomorrow morning and not 157.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to have a 45mins journey, i want the 20mins journey.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to have a big campus, i rather have a small and run down campus.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to have a big canteen, i rather have a small one that sells snacks somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't want to have so many new friends, i want to spend time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DON'T WANT. IS IT POSSIBLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2476761203066319123?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2476761203066319123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2476761203066319123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2476761203066319123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2476761203066319123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-miss-bartley-life.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-357230720926363225</id><published>2007-03-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:48:15.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything's fine in school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;just that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haikel&lt;/span&gt; got suspended!&lt;br /&gt;aww. how sad could that be?&lt;br /&gt;no one for me to disturb during the maths class laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; said something nice yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and it made by day!&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, had dance after school.&lt;br /&gt;more juniors are added into the dance already.&lt;br /&gt;and both althea and valerie are in too. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dance ended, i went to cityhall to meet that long distant cousin of mine - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt;. (((:&lt;br /&gt;he's really a joker and thanks for entertaining me last night.&lt;br /&gt;first we went to marina square cos he wants to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and i met &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt; for a short while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left and went to esplanade library.&lt;br /&gt;after i got a book that i want to read on, there's an announcement saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THE LIBRARY WILL BE CLOSE IN 5 MINUTES."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. how nice can that be huhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left and went to sit by the riverside instead.&lt;br /&gt;sat there for 15minutes to talk and it started to rain!&lt;br /&gt;manx. how unlucky can we get laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left and he brought me elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;we found a place but still, the benches are wet.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. used tissue to clean it off laa.&lt;br /&gt;so both of us sat there and talk laa.&lt;br /&gt;but i was rather quiet cos i'm still quite affected by something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt;, cos you really make me laugh! (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he played some music from his phone too.&lt;br /&gt;after talking, i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HAVE YOU REALISED THAT IT'S NOT RAINING ANYMORE?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish we stayed by the riverside laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really like the scenery there and because it brings back a lot of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the river, many things ran through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh wells. if only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; were there with me at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so me and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt; left at around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;we both took train home but different direction.&lt;br /&gt;so i reached home at around 11.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;dad was still awake but mum slept already.&lt;br /&gt;dad ask why i'm home so late so i just told him the truth laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. today's a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will have the determination to study later!&lt;br /&gt;apparently mid-year exam is coming real soon.&lt;br /&gt;cannot afford to waste anymore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. heard from my mum that grandfather is hospitalised again.&lt;br /&gt;it happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;so she said we might be going over to the hospital later.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure everything will be alright. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-357230720926363225?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/357230720926363225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=357230720926363225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/357230720926363225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/357230720926363225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/everythings-fine-in-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6877243562423036945</id><published>2007-03-29T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:27:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt; made my day today.&lt;br /&gt;he said something nice. HAHA. (((:&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently rushing the research for GP compo test for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;but thank God, cos i'm done. yay! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm down with cough now.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you're in a quiet place, and you start coughing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;it's so so so noisy laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still try to shun away from &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; made me unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6877243562423036945?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6877243562423036945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6877243562423036945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6877243562423036945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6877243562423036945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/afiq-made-my-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-688656410776852311</id><published>2007-03-25T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:05:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was on phone with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;beatrice&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;talked to her about my problems. she suggest that i'd call up or give up.&lt;br /&gt;and was talking to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; just now too.&lt;br /&gt;he told me the same thing. he ask me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;so now. should i or shouldn't i. i really don't know. i'm in a dilemma right now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;forget it. let me show you some pictures taken during the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZgo2JdmYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/POagQ5tqIlo/s1600-h/P3200790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045826687361456514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZgo2JdmYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/POagQ5tqIlo/s320/P3200790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUFRI&lt;/span&gt;. (((((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZgWGJdmXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x7-GUj5gtKc/s1600-h/P3200791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045826365238909298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZgWGJdmXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x7-GUj5gtKc/s320/P3200791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; doing the cheer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZf8WJdmWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k6TadfNsmmw/s1600-h/P3200786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045825922857277794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZf8WJdmWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k6TadfNsmmw/s320/P3200786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;idalia clan doing their finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZfeGJdmVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ityxbvDPMOo/s1600-h/P3200752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045825403166234962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZfeGJdmVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ityxbvDPMOo/s320/P3200752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although the picture is blur but i think you guys will know who's that. hint: the guy that always talks to girls and hang around with girl (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;T***S***&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZfHmJdmUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TnzjV2-ya4A/s1600-h/P3200782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045825016619178306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZfHmJdmUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TnzjV2-ya4A/s320/P3200782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;07B7 cum elektra clan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZesWJdmTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qx7Q5U8Bhy8/s1600-h/P3200751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045824548467743026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZesWJdmTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qx7Q5U8Bhy8/s320/P3200751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nurudin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he looks like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;iskandar&lt;/span&gt; laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZeamJdmSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bMWi66VUnNA/s1600-h/P3200746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045824243525064994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZeamJdmSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bMWi66VUnNA/s320/P3200746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt; with his twist candid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZeKWJdmRI/AAAAAAAAADs/toxPT5oeVAQ/s1600-h/P3200740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045823964352190738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZeKWJdmRI/AAAAAAAAADs/toxPT5oeVAQ/s320/P3200740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's from eldora clan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZd4mJdmQI/AAAAAAAAADk/xUmf6lb48V8/s1600-h/P3200735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045823659409512706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZd4mJdmQI/AAAAAAAAADk/xUmf6lb48V8/s320/P3200735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting ready for the mascot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZdkGJdmPI/AAAAAAAAADc/k1pEzBwTLH0/s1600-h/P3200732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045823307222194418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZdkGJdmPI/AAAAAAAAADc/k1pEzBwTLH0/s320/P3200732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;elektra's two mascot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZdSGJdmOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CnwJrRHmiaA/s1600-h/P3200731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZdSGJdmOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CnwJrRHmiaA/s1600-h/P3200731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045822997984549090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZdSGJdmOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CnwJrRHmiaA/s320/P3200731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think HE rocks manx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;alright. so mum is back today from cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad, brother and i went to fetch her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had our lunch at harbourfront centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we walk around until vivo city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mum says she's getting tired so all of us left at around 3pm plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells. i've got so many problems on my mind now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really hope to clear them off as soon as possible. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-688656410776852311?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/688656410776852311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=688656410776852311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/688656410776852311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/688656410776852311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-on-phone-with-beatrice-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgZgo2JdmYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/POagQ5tqIlo/s72-c/P3200790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-3591397113994548406</id><published>2007-03-24T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:21:45.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh huh. i simply got too many song lyrics and tune i like currently. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Janice - &lt;em&gt;Never Let You Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain just never seems to bring the joy, I feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting pain of my loss remains,&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't seem to learn to part,&lt;br /&gt;The hold you left your mark,&lt;br /&gt;All that I dreamed of now it seem so stark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I told myself, won't hold my breath,&lt;br /&gt;A part of me was dying,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left for me to do now, but give in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to you and tell you I won't live my life without you,&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'd never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you left me on the train,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything of that day,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we'd never dance,&lt;br /&gt;I just need one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;To share the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Our one last romance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I told myself, won't hold my breath,&lt;br /&gt;A part of me was dying,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left for me to do now but give in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to you and tell you I won't live my life without you,&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'd never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to you and tell you I won't live my life without you,&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'd never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Akon - &lt;em&gt;Don't Matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konvict Konvict&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ohoohwooe&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhwooe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;We gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;Nobody thought we'd last forever&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'&lt;br /&gt;Things between us gon' get better&lt;br /&gt;Men steady comin' after you&lt;br /&gt;Women steady comin' after me&lt;br /&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self&lt;br /&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you all those lies&lt;br /&gt;Just to get on your side&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets&lt;br /&gt;I held inside&lt;br /&gt;But just know that I tried&lt;br /&gt;To always apologize&lt;br /&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To keep you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;We gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got every right to wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;Got every right to wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Got every right to hit the road&lt;br /&gt;And never talk to me no more&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to call&lt;br /&gt;Even check for me at all&lt;br /&gt;Because the way I been actin' lately&lt;br /&gt;Has been off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Especially toward you&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' girls before you&lt;br /&gt;And they watchin' everything I been doin'&lt;br /&gt;Just to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Most of it just ain't you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't true&lt;br /&gt;And they won't show you&lt;br /&gt;How much of a queen you are to me&lt;br /&gt;And why I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;We gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;We gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;We gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YES, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;, YOU'RE JEALOUS THAT ON NAME IS NOT ON MY MSN PERSONAL NICK. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, your name is up there already. (((:&lt;br /&gt;and YES, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUFRI&lt;/span&gt; WON'T GET JEALOUS ONE LAA. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BEATRICE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/u&gt;. (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3591397113994548406?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3591397113994548406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3591397113994548406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3591397113994548406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3591397113994548406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-3369910889234793708</id><published>2007-03-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:52:31.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the tune and lyrics of this song - 心雨 (Heart Rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;橡 树 的 绿 叶 啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白 色 的 竹 篱 笆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好 想 告 诉 我 的 她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这 里 像 幅 画&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去 年 的 圣 诞 卡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;镜 子 里 的 胡 渣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;画 面 开 始 没 有 她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我 还 在 装 傻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说 好 爲 我 泡 花 茶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学 习 摆 刀 叉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学 生 宿 舍 空 荡 荡 的 家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;守 着 电 话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却 等 不 到 她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心 里 的 雨 倾 盆 而 下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也 沾 不 湿 她 的 发&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪 晕 开 明 信 片 上 的 牵 卦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那 伤 心 原 来 没 有 时 差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心 里 的 雨 倾 盆 而 下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却 始 终 淋 不 到 她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寒 风 经 过 院 子 里 的 枝 掗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也 冷 却 了 我 手 中 的 鲜 花&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green leaves of the oak tree&lt;br /&gt;The white bamboo fence&lt;br /&gt;She, who really wants to tell me&lt;br /&gt;It is like a painting here&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas card from last year&lt;br /&gt;The scraggly beard in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The picture begins to not have her&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretending to be the fool&lt;br /&gt;You said you would make scented tea for me&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to lay knives and forks down&lt;br /&gt;The student dormitory, the deserted home&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Yet she doesn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain in my heart downpours&lt;br /&gt;Still it cannot wet her hair&lt;br /&gt;The tear corona opens the feeling of missing you on the postcard&lt;br /&gt;That sadness in fact does not have any time difference&lt;br /&gt;The rain in my heart downpours&lt;br /&gt;Still it cannot drench her&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind has already passed the branches in the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;And it has cooled down the fresh flowers in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i got my dearest friend, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nicolas&lt;/span&gt; to sing this song for me.&lt;br /&gt;simply cos he looks like jay chou. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLAS, DON'T BREAK YOUR PROMISE OKAYS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; to sing me one of my favourite wang lee hom song.&lt;br /&gt;somemore &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri's&lt;/span&gt; a malay guy. (((:&lt;br /&gt;was online with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and we came up with these sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MICH&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;strong&gt; with mich around, SUFRI will always have fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUFRI&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;whenever sufri's not around, MICH turned gloomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3369910889234793708?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3369910889234793708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3369910889234793708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3369910889234793708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3369910889234793708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-tune-and-lyrics-of-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8759080731395530014</id><published>2007-03-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:00:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's friday. nothing much interesting happen.&lt;br /&gt;then after school, still thought there's some SC stuffs to do but in the end cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; called and ask me to go up to the library.&lt;br /&gt;went up and they were taking pictures cos &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt; is leaving today.&lt;br /&gt;she appealed to ngee ann and got accepted already. sadded laa.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. some of us went to westmall for lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;and then back to school with 3 juniors of mine for cca. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;alright. i shall upload the pictures then. great pictures with great juniors. 07B7 rocks. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPmhmJdmNI/AAAAAAAAADM/76tuWWiR2fQ/s1600-h/07B7+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129472435394770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPmhmJdmNI/AAAAAAAAADM/76tuWWiR2fQ/s320/07B7+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07B7 with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPmF2JdmMI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcEbnM2zR14/s1600-h/07B7+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128995694024898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPmF2JdmMI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcEbnM2zR14/s320/07B7+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i help them to take this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPla2JdmLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ndjx4-pnsqc/s1600-h/07B7+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128256959649970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPla2JdmLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ndjx4-pnsqc/s320/07B7+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess they self shot it laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPlJWJdmKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/52L_fSjLWTA/s1600-h/07B7+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045127956311939234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPlJWJdmKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/52L_fSjLWTA/s320/07B7+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self shot again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPkFmJdmJI/AAAAAAAAACs/2w3AhLIirwo/s1600-h/07B7+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126792375802002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPkFmJdmJI/AAAAAAAAACs/2w3AhLIirwo/s320/07B7+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the guys in 07B7 with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPjs2JdmII/AAAAAAAAACk/5E6oKSxc8s0/s1600-h/07B7+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126367174039682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPjs2JdmII/AAAAAAAAACk/5E6oKSxc8s0/s320/07B7+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPjPmJdmHI/AAAAAAAAACc/x6u8fT1vy7E/s1600-h/07B7+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045125864662866034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPjPmJdmHI/AAAAAAAAACc/x6u8fT1vy7E/s320/07B7+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; is so funny. scratching his head and looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPi6mJdmGI/AAAAAAAAACU/LiBkRXgZQmY/s1600-h/07B7+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045125503885613154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPi6mJdmGI/AAAAAAAAACU/LiBkRXgZQmY/s320/07B7+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the girls in 07B7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPikGJdmFI/AAAAAAAAACM/U2je2fz9T5I/s1600-h/07B7+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045125117338556498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPikGJdmFI/AAAAAAAAACM/U2je2fz9T5I/s320/07B7+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; looks like his gathering everyone for cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPhimJdmEI/AAAAAAAAACE/6qj8FNvYyEk/s1600-h/07B7+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045123992057124930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPhimJdmEI/AAAAAAAAACE/6qj8FNvYyEk/s320/07B7+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is our dear &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;swee siong&lt;/span&gt; doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPgzWJdmDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A9C4d1MLdsc/s1600-h/07B7+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045123180308305970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPgzWJdmDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A9C4d1MLdsc/s320/07B7+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt; is asking &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; "will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPed2JdmCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XJDUnyaM9sQ/s1600-h/07B7+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045120611917862946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPed2JdmCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XJDUnyaM9sQ/s320/07B7+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the guys with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPeMWJdmBI/AAAAAAAAABs/w1-qPlp1FuQ/s1600-h/07B7+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045120311270152210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPeMWJdmBI/AAAAAAAAABs/w1-qPlp1FuQ/s320/07B7+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt; with the card we gave her (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPdz2JdmAI/AAAAAAAAABk/VOKUoI9LURE/s1600-h/07B7+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045119890363357186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPdz2JdmAI/AAAAAAAAABk/VOKUoI9LURE/s320/07B7+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warm hug from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;valerie&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays. and i so can't wait for the 07B7 outing next saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay! all of them simply rocks laa. (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love 07B7 and i bet they love me too. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways. im going to miss my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has gone for cruise from today till sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss her now! boo. ))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BOBIN&lt;/span&gt;: stop &lt;strong&gt;clubbing&lt;/strong&gt; so much laa. and stop asking your classmates and me to go club with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUFRI&lt;/span&gt;: come dance manx and ditch your current cca. &lt;strong&gt;COME&lt;/strong&gt;. you broke your promise today laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SWEE SIONG&lt;/span&gt;: tsk. &lt;strong&gt;goat&lt;/strong&gt; ah &lt;strong&gt;goat&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. and &lt;strong&gt;xiao ming&lt;/strong&gt; ah&lt;strong&gt; xiao ming&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;RAJ&lt;/span&gt;: ehs. stop showing off to me that you're &lt;strong&gt;tall&lt;/strong&gt; okays? one day if i'm taller than you then you know ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;: okays. i know you are nice. you never bully me. and please &lt;strong&gt;send&lt;/strong&gt; me the picture i took with you today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;VALERIE&lt;/span&gt;: stop &lt;strong&gt;bullying&lt;/strong&gt; my cute sufri ah. he seems to be traumatised whenever he sees you. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CUI YU&lt;/span&gt;: dont change your subject because of that particular &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt; okays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ALTHEA&lt;/span&gt;: yeah. we don't like guys who knows girls for a short period of time and ask for &lt;strong&gt;stead&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EUNICE&lt;/span&gt;: i'm going to miss you, my dear MISS MI. must come back and &lt;strong&gt;visit&lt;/strong&gt; us okays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CANDICE&lt;/span&gt;: show me who is &lt;strong&gt;fiona&lt;/strong&gt; next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;RAYMOND&lt;/span&gt;: you! another one. see me already always &lt;strong&gt;pat&lt;/strong&gt; my head. you're not that tall either okays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUHAIMI&lt;/span&gt;: we shall soon go out with haris and david again okays? &lt;strong&gt;ditch&lt;/strong&gt; timothy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAZEL&lt;/span&gt;: thanks for your comment at the foodcourt today. it's &lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt; in my head already! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AND TO THE REST OF 07B7&lt;/span&gt;: feel free to &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt; for me if you have any problems okays? (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8759080731395530014?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8759080731395530014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8759080731395530014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8759080731395530014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8759080731395530014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp0.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RgPmhmJdmNI/AAAAAAAAADM/76tuWWiR2fQ/s72-c/07B7+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-5272917397330701268</id><published>2007-03-22T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:26:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is definitely not my day. it's really an unlucky day laa.&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, i screwed up my day. ))):&lt;br /&gt;thanks people for all the comfort.&lt;br /&gt;but the more you guys comfort me, the more i feel upset about it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;weird ehs? oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;totally &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and im more of afraid than sad laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then up next was during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;my teacher ask us to think about an answer for this particular question and she'll pick a name.&lt;br /&gt;the person has got to share with the class her/his answer laa.&lt;br /&gt;and so who's the first name she picked? it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MICHELLE YEO&lt;/span&gt;. i'm like oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. then comes to another lesson.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher says she'll pick four names every week and will have the do presentation about some article the next week.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? she started this assignment this week.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being picked again!&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. i guess i'm going to strike 4D if i had bought it manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. thanks for my junior. they made my day again.&lt;br /&gt;cos while i was having a same break as them, i went to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;to gave them the contact list and snickers. (((:&lt;br /&gt;then sat there and talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;and we're all happily chatting. (((:&lt;br /&gt;they rocks laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i love all of them manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. school ended at 6pm today. had pe as the last period.&lt;br /&gt;we played volleyball. (((:&lt;br /&gt;yay. it's fun. really fun.&lt;br /&gt;me, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;azizah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tingting&lt;/span&gt; in one group.&lt;br /&gt;some funny stuffs happen also.&lt;br /&gt;so after that, i took bus to central and met my mum for dinner. (((:&lt;br /&gt;had mushroom spaghetti. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently chatting online with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NIC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SIWEI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TIANSHUI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SAMANTHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all four guys are crappy people. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;always talk nonsense and crap jokes.&lt;br /&gt;that's good cos i won't fall asleep so soon then.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. and that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BRANDON&lt;/span&gt; actually wanted me to message all his classmates to tell them i wrote his hp number wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;NONSENSE PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5272917397330701268?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5272917397330701268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5272917397330701268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5272917397330701268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5272917397330701268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-definitely-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-1965261660021162161</id><published>2007-03-21T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:02:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had cca open house today. and i performed hip hop dance with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;charlotte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dorinda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;farhana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fadilah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;good job people.&lt;br /&gt;but i know got some parts i'm still unsure. hur. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. everything ended like around 4pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to be nice and travel all the way to hougang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took train there and for the whole journey, i was talking to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saddad&lt;/span&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;didn't really talk to him before like today.&lt;br /&gt;felt a bit weird though. so i kept asking him to go sleep. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. that guy actually wanted to follow me to meet my friend.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind but i think my friend would mind. so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saddad&lt;/span&gt; didn't come along laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached hougang and we went to compass point.&lt;br /&gt;wells. was really pissed when i reach there.&lt;br /&gt;first, we walk in the shopping mall, someone from second level threw a packet of biscuit down.&lt;br /&gt;and it nearly hit me. i was so scare laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i was just trying to suggest ways to help you to top up your ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;but you shouted back and the way you say is as if like i purposely wants your card to get jammed inside the machine.&lt;br /&gt;fine. you don't want to listen to my suggestion then forget it laa.&lt;br /&gt;was too angry to say anything after that.&lt;br /&gt;so throughout i kept real quiet and didn't want to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us just stood in the middle of no where and got no idea where to go.&lt;br /&gt;since i'm also pissed so i just said go home laa.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;since you and i both don't know where to go and since i'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took bus and i said bye in a bochup manner&lt;br /&gt;no choice. cos you said to me first.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't bother to look at you also. heck.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's just a waste of time for me to travel all the way down to there for that 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;that whole journey could have allow me to come home early and finish all my work.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i so love 07B7 laa.&lt;br /&gt;met them during break today and i felt so welcome.&lt;br /&gt;even though they were like "who invite you to sit here" and "how come you're here" this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the guys are irritating. always disturbing me. people like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JASON&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUHAIMI&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;the girls are starting to be like the guys already. bully me but their still nicer than the guys. (((:&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sufri&lt;/span&gt; never come school today. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;his one of my good looking guy in the class. HAHA. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yaa. i actually bought some stuffs for this bunch of 07B7 people.&lt;br /&gt;heys. i'm a good OGL okays. so stop bullying me! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today. i'm going to do my homework soon. bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-1965261660021162161?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1965261660021162161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=1965261660021162161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1965261660021162161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1965261660021162161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-cca-open-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7190109531700959442</id><published>2007-03-18T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:53:07.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the sudden urge to complete all my homework now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll really get started on it in 10mins time.&lt;br /&gt;currently chatting on msn with my cousin. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be his &lt;em&gt;ONE DAY GF&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we're discussing when to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;, please don't get jealous. that title is for fun, peace, laughter and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7190109531700959442?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7190109531700959442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7190109531700959442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7190109531700959442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7190109531700959442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-sudden-urge-to-complete-all-my_18.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6607253035835199371</id><published>2007-03-17T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:07:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rfr3evE3G-I/AAAAAAAAABE/KN-t6VqPEP8/s1600-h/jon+++me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042614840199683042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rfr3evE3G-I/AAAAAAAAABE/KN-t6VqPEP8/s320/jon+%2B+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;((: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6607253035835199371?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6607253035835199371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6607253035835199371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6607253035835199371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6607253035835199371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/Rfr3evE3G-I/AAAAAAAAABE/KN-t6VqPEP8/s72-c/jon+%2B+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-1305940975841309129</id><published>2007-03-17T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:11:37.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I MISS &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, having family dinner later in the evening. hopes my ABC cousin would be there too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. was talking to mum just now. and i think we're going to have a shopping spree this sunday. yay! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-1305940975841309129?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1305940975841309129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=1305940975841309129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1305940975841309129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1305940975841309129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-jh_16.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2166344159818944576</id><published>2007-03-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:20:33.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;woo wee. i just came back from my dance camp.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's not called DANCE camp. it should be called GROWING FATTER camp. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos what we did for this past three days was wake up, eat and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of cos, we completed our SYF dance. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of us are aching everyday due to 3 days and total 9hours of dance. )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's lots of bruises on our legs too.&lt;br /&gt;so my friends were saying that for the time being, we can't wear skirt already. hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways. this camp was fun and interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's amazing that i actually slept soundly at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i guess i've become the "living alarm clock" already. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i've been waking my friends up for the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day, we had dance at night. supposedly from 7 - 10 becomes 7 - 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of us were like so dead already when it's 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we still drag ourself to go bathe. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second day, we went NUS to watch a dance performance at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their dance is good and so is their make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. then all of shopped at west mall for awhile before going back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was kind enough to get a bottle of coke and a bar of snickers for JH. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i knew he was depriving of coke cos when he saw it, he was like oh my gosh, thanks manx. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was also nice enough to get haikel a small kinda bueno (i'm not sure if this is how you spell it) even though he always bullies me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i shared with two other soccer boys my toblerone too.&lt;br /&gt;on that night, many cca was having bbq. hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells. we actually wanted to explore the school on that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mr ram says that we got to sleep by 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before that, we were sitting at the stadium and talking laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't stay any longer cos of what mr ram had said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways. i think it's also partly cos he afraid that we would trigger some alarm laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went to wash up and helped out with some dance posters and slept after that. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but didn't really sleep well cos the room was too noisy already. hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for today, dance again and then break camp at around 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so home sweet home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was carrying too many stuffs so i decided to take a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was afraid that the cost would be more than 20bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when i board on the cab, i ask the uncle whether it would be more than 20bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the uncle said it won't and he was so nice that he said if it would cost more than 20bucks, he won't charge the rest. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home and went to bathe immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm getting ready to wash all my dirty clothes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOO. )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an interesting picture taken from my friends' blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RfpETvE3G9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/F9G7TLjrulo/s1600-h/jon+jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042417838639750098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RfpETvE3G9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/F9G7TLjrulo/s320/jon%2Bjon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the left is JONATHAN CHUA and on the right is JONATHAN HONG. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both are in different class but yet they chose the same number and same name for the jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think it's so cute laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONCIDENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2166344159818944576?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2166344159818944576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2166344159818944576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2166344159818944576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2166344159818944576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/woo-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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://bp1.blogger.com/__j4PES1j7GA/RfpETvE3G9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/F9G7TLjrulo/s72-c/jon%2Bjon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572317784964122047.post-3556938075145721628</id><published>2007-03-13T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:50:35.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little sister don't you worry about a thing today&lt;br /&gt;Take the heat from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Little sister&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything is not ok&lt;br /&gt;But you're like honey on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love never can be rent&lt;br /&gt;But only true love can keep beauty innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Of losing love to find romance&lt;br /&gt;In the mysterious distance&lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;No I could never take a chance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I could never understand&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious distance&lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run from love&lt;br /&gt;And if it's really love it will find you&lt;br /&gt;Catch you by the heel&lt;br /&gt;But you can't be numb for love&lt;br /&gt;The only pain is to feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;How can I hurt when I'm holding you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Of losing love to find romance&lt;br /&gt;In the mysterious distance&lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one, there's no-one else&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;In the mysterious distance&lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown eyed girl across the street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On rue Saint Divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought this is the one for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But she was already mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were already mine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little sister&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping in the street again&lt;br /&gt;Like a stray dog&lt;br /&gt;Little sister&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to feel complete again&lt;br /&gt;But you're gone and so is God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul needs beauty for a soul mate&lt;br /&gt;When the soul wants...the soul waits ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I could never take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Of losing love to find romance&lt;br /&gt;In the mysterious distance&lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love and sex and faith and fear&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that keep us here&lt;br /&gt;In the mysterious distance&lt;br /&gt;Between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;How can I hurt when I'm holding you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; introduce me this song - &lt;em&gt;A Man And A Woman&lt;/em&gt; by U2. i like the lyrics. especially those words in bold. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3556938075145721628?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3556938075145721628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3556938075145721628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3556938075145721628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3556938075145721628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-sister-dont-you-worry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8204693621267487623</id><published>2007-03-13T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:42:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to school for some workshop yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;was out today for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;and there's dance camp tomorrow till friday.&lt;br /&gt;we're going to dance and dance and &lt;strong&gt;DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wells. there's a major problem now!&lt;br /&gt;dance meeting for ex co starts at 8.30am and so is sc meeting. )):&lt;br /&gt;have to make a wise choice. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; currently having a friendly soccer match. prays that MI wins. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8204693621267487623?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8204693621267487623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8204693621267487623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8204693621267487623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8204693621267487623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-school-for-some-workshop.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-622620829913516925</id><published>2007-03-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:55:12.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to AMK HUB today with my family.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so concidence that i met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing that i would be going there and not knowing that he would be there.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really see him though. just saw him on the bus when it's leaving. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;fate ehs? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. amk hub is really a big shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;many fashion shops laa.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around but none of the clothings catches my attention. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm so happy today. because dad bought me a pair of adidas shoe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i love my dad! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;no idea why he decided to buy me one.&lt;br /&gt;what i did was i pointed that shoe to my mum and walk away cos i know she wouldn't get it for me.&lt;br /&gt;then my dad went over to my mum and they were discussing about something.&lt;br /&gt;next moment my mum ask if i really want to get that pair of shoe.&lt;br /&gt;of cos i nodded laa.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, the sales assistant told us that there's double promotion today so my dad bought it.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess partly cos my mum knows that i like adidas laa.&lt;br /&gt;the promotion is really a great deal laa. from 99bucks to 79bucks.&lt;br /&gt;yay! i love my new school shoe. the stripes are my favourite colour -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left the shop, my mum says this to me:&lt;br /&gt;"oh, now you've got another adidas product added to you huh"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. she says that cos im now using adidas bag, adidas shoe bag, adidas water bottle and wearing adidas earrings. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. continue shopping until evening, we left for dinner at some other places.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling really tired that i slept throughout the whole journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am at home, playing online games with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-622620829913516925?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/622620829913516925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=622620829913516925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/622620829913516925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/622620829913516925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-amk-hub-today-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-4215093945333718274</id><published>2007-03-10T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:54:24.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's the one week march holiday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;during this holiday, i really want to study but school don't allow me too.&lt;br /&gt;on monday i have workshop, tuesday nothing's on, wed to fri have dance camp in school.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i'm really not having enough sleep these few days due to the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, this JAE orientation is super fun.&lt;br /&gt;everyone really join into the cheers and everything. all was so ON cans. ((:&lt;br /&gt;thursday was the 2nd day of orientation and it lasted until 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning was talks with the teachers and the fun was at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had this mystery game where there's a victim and five suspects.&lt;br /&gt;so they went to different station to look at the suspects as to find out who the murderer is.&lt;br /&gt;manx. the STEPSISTER in the hall was really scary.&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone from my group got a shock when she threw her chair away and shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;this best actress is none other than -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHERYL HOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;so she's the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes to the prize giving.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;ELEKTRA&lt;/strong&gt; really think that we would win the BEST CLAN CHEER award.&lt;br /&gt;but eventually, it's ELDORA. and all my OG members were kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;asking why isn't it them, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to the BEST CLAN award, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;ELEKTRA&lt;/strong&gt; okays! &lt;strong&gt;ELEKTRA&lt;/strong&gt;! yay! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;we were so happy that we ran one round in the stadium with our clan flag. haha.&lt;br /&gt;elektra's really the best cos everyone really participate in.&lt;br /&gt;they were also very self-motivated and all thanks to my group of cheerleading boys too.&lt;br /&gt;everyone in our group were really great. very enthusiastic, very lively and they can shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY ELEKTRA&lt;/strong&gt;. ((: WE'LL ALWAYS BE THE BEST CLAN FOR 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"we will win the war, we will win the war, WE WILL WIN THE WAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;showed the parents our MI dance after that and all of them were so happy laa.&lt;br /&gt;all the orientation students really enjoyed themselves and so are the parents&lt;br /&gt;we saw all the smiles on their face. yay! success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was so sweet that he waited for my orientation debrief to end and both of us took the same bus home.&lt;br /&gt;so is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. then it comes to friday. it's Pre-U 2 fun day.&lt;br /&gt;we had amazing race in the morning. our zone was the southern side.&lt;br /&gt;and we had to compete with other two classes.&lt;br /&gt;okays. we were LEADING throughout the whole game. and reached back the starting point ON TIME.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, we weren't the winner.&lt;br /&gt;judges said we didn't finish some road blocks while the other group finished it.&lt;br /&gt;that group came in last and didn't reach back the starting time on time.&lt;br /&gt;so some of my classmates and the other class was kind of angry laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos we thought we were the winner and the other class was cos they don't like them. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. before the race starts, our form tutor promise us that if we are the winner, lunch is on her.&lt;br /&gt;so when we thought we were the winner, we already planned where to eat for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;but when we know we are not the winner, my teacher says that since she already promise to treat us, then the plan carries on.&lt;br /&gt;all of us were so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heys, 06A4, it's alright that we never win, we know that we're always the strongest and united class. yes? ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lunch was at vivo city - fiq and olive. it sells pasta.&lt;br /&gt;it's where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; is working so there's 30% discount.&lt;br /&gt;our form tutor ordered many side dishes and pasta for us. she's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;and total cost is like $280+. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, it's our campfire.&lt;br /&gt;garnet people really scream like mad and at the top of their voices.&lt;br /&gt;even though i going to lose my voice, i still shout as loud as possible laa.&lt;br /&gt;yay! &lt;strong&gt;GARNET&lt;/strong&gt; rocks. ((:&lt;br /&gt;started playing the bombing game then learn a campfire cheer, then played scavenger hunt and watched teachers' skit.&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the skit is NOT TO EAT CHEWING GUM. haha.&lt;br /&gt;everything ended fast by 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i took bus home. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i kept poking him throughout the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;astha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;naran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was sleeping. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wells. so i reach home at around 10.30pm i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling so tired laa. hurried wash up already.&lt;br /&gt;and fell sleep real soon. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-4215093945333718274?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/4215093945333718274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=4215093945333718274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4215093945333718274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/4215093945333718274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-one-week-march-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-3208453670863432024</id><published>2007-03-05T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:52:20.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yay! new pictures are uploaded again. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2094833429"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2094833429&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wells. i was out yesterday afternoon to town with my juniors -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HARIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DAVID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SUHAIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;supposedly got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;timothy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but he say he couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;he forever busy with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;derek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and his group of friends laa.&lt;br /&gt;then always &lt;em&gt;ditch&lt;/em&gt; us. right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we met up at orchard station then walk to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around heeren and we left to cine. then i suggested to play pool. yay!&lt;br /&gt;so we went up to level 8 to play K POOL. manx. it's kind of expensive though.&lt;br /&gt;partly cos it was on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;wells, we played for like an hour plus then left for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;went to long john silver for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we sat there for awhile and chat and time was running out cos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;needs to shit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so we went paragon's toilet then it was time for haris to go back to work and david needs to go home already.&lt;br /&gt;and all of us parted at around 7.15pm. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today. only did survey during PE lesson then was break.&lt;br /&gt;after that was suppose to be Management of Business lesson but the teacher was absent so more break.&lt;br /&gt;then followed by HT and the 3 period of breaks again.&lt;br /&gt;and finally we had mother tongue lesson after so many breaks.&lt;br /&gt;if only we could have pushed up the mother tongue lesson, we won't need to stay until 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;we would more likely be able to go home at around 1.15pm laa. my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;didn't think was a waste of time in the beginning but later, i agree it's a waste of time because of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. was also slightly affected by some issue today.&lt;br /&gt;but forget it, i'm not going to bother about that kind of issue already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just to let you know, i'm really tired and exhausted already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the last day of me seeing my juniors. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going to miss them laa. but they say that they might come back to crash the orientation. hooray! ((:&lt;br /&gt;anyways, JAE orientation will commence on wednesday. which means i will get more busy.&lt;br /&gt;so by hook or by crooke, i have to finish my all my homework by tonight. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3208453670863432024?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3208453670863432024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3208453670863432024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3208453670863432024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3208453670863432024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-new-pictures-are-uploaded-again.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-343218861508217770</id><published>2007-03-04T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:50:33.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yeah, i don't like school sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have to report to school by 8am on monday morning = lesser morning bus ride with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. soccer training has change to tue and thur = no more bus ride home with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. dance cca is on wed and fri = no more bus ride home with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mon ends school early for me = have to spend 45mins rotting in the library waiting for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. weekends are for family = lesser time spend with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. new campus is not as small as bartley = fewer chance of bumping into &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. school ends late = lesser shoppings with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. having more guy friends = more quarrels with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. more homework and test = lesser time to text &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadded. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-343218861508217770?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/343218861508217770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=343218861508217770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/343218861508217770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/343218861508217770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-yeah-i-dont-like-school-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-1557992246075401731</id><published>2007-03-04T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:49:59.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pictures taken at tonight's bbq are uploaded already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2094914713"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2094914713&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i can say was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;spending the evening there was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;with relatives whom i dont know also. i love this kind of gathering laa. ((:&lt;br /&gt;played billiard at the clubhouse somemore.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow play one laa. cos all my cousins are still young and they don't know how to play also. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;at around 9pm plus, all of us sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY song to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time, about 40 people celebrating for him. so nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was shocked to know that it's his birthday today. they claimed that its very concidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. was bbq'ing with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he's evil! he tried feeding me with an uncooked satay while i bbq the marshmellow for him. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;it's okays cos i hope you won't be able to finish all your homework. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so nearly 10pm, relatives all started leaving as it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;we left too and reached home around 10.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gathering was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love the feeling of having a big family.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully there will be another reunion again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-1557992246075401731?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/1557992246075401731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=1557992246075401731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1557992246075401731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/1557992246075401731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-taken-at-tonights-bbq-are.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8873623213462315173</id><published>2007-03-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:49:17.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yaa. today's my dad's birthday too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;celebrating his birthday during tonight's bbq too.&lt;br /&gt;it's a surprise cos my relatives doesn't know that it's his birthday. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so concidence that today's our 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;7th month already. it's really not easy.&lt;br /&gt;although we seem to be so sweet and close everytime but there's actually sad moments behind it.&lt;br /&gt;however, both of us managed to pull it through.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess after all those times, it makes stronger and know the importance of one another.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being nice, caring and sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for making you feel alone at times, doing things which makes you upset and not being understanding.&lt;br /&gt;but but but im also sweet at times right? like the valentine's day gift from me to you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yaa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I &lt;3&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8873623213462315173?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8873623213462315173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8873623213462315173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8873623213462315173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8873623213462315173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-yaa.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5859657236640249084</id><published>2007-03-03T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:48:39.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new pictures uploaded under the peek-a-boo section on the right. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Feb babies birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5859657236640249084?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5859657236640249084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5859657236640249084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5859657236640249084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5859657236640249084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-pictures-uploaded-under-peek-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-2703080567325033702</id><published>2007-03-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:48:07.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;manx. have been really busy for the past one week.&lt;br /&gt;everyday also reach home quite late like 9pm plus. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;had maths test today and i think im going to fail!&lt;br /&gt;wells. today was also the presidential election day.&lt;br /&gt;and it's the A level results day.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin scored 5A and 1B. so smart cans. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson was the same as the other days.&lt;br /&gt;had dance after school. we were really tired after dancing for consecutive four times laa.&lt;br /&gt;then after dance, i rush down to outram park to meet up with my relatives for dinner at some restaurant there.&lt;br /&gt;most of my relatives were there. and so is that ABC cousin.&lt;br /&gt;his just so cute manx. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were about to go home, i carried him around and played with him.&lt;br /&gt;it's like he play until he didn't want to go home with his own parents.&lt;br /&gt;he just kept waving goodbye to them, push me to another direction and when i ask him if he wants to go home with me, he just nod his head.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him! ((: so cute laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i shall soon upload pictures taken yesterday for Feb birthday babies celebration.&lt;br /&gt;there's me, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pravin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sanjoy&lt;/span&gt;. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for tomorrow's bbq. yay!&lt;br /&gt;heard that there would be around 40 relatives laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it will be held at my aunt's condo. ((:&lt;br /&gt;and then i will be out on sunday. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I LOVE THIS WEEKEND! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-2703080567325033702?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/2703080567325033702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=2703080567325033702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2703080567325033702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/2703080567325033702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/03/manx.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-3824608839649336447</id><published>2007-02-24T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:47:15.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;havent been blogging for quite some time already.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. was out today with my parents to square 2. the shopping centre that is near novena square.&lt;br /&gt;we went there for lunch and shopping. ((:&lt;br /&gt;pass by this facial shop and decided to trim my eyebrows. partly because my mum allow too.&lt;br /&gt;and its cheap anyways. 5bucks only.&lt;br /&gt;after that, the person kept asking my mum to allow me for a facial wash. and yay, my mum agreed. ((:&lt;br /&gt;it lasted for about one and a half hour. after which, i met up with my parents again.&lt;br /&gt;we shopped for awhile. dad was extremely nice. he kept asking me to shop for more clothings.&lt;br /&gt;and whenever we pass by a certain fashion shop, he will just ask me to look out for their mini skirts cos he knows i want to get some. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS DAD AND MUM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and not forgetting about my brother!&lt;br /&gt;he surprised me yesterday by giving me a mp3 as my belated birthday present. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS BROTHER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im being too pampered. more gifts, more clothings, etc. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa. having some dinner next friday at some restaurant cos my uncle will be flying back to US soon.&lt;br /&gt;and will be having bbq on next saturday too. it's some family gathering organise by my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait but in the meantime, school is getting busier. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will be having dance rehearsal at NUS cultural centre next monday from 8pm - 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;manx. just pray that there won't be any homework on that day.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily my dad will be there to fetch me home or else i will probably reach home like 12am? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;and then the next rehearsal would be from 7pm - 11pm. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;it's for the dance syf. thats why. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PRAVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so sorry that i couldnt go for your 21st birthday party today.&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy yourself okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wells. wasn't in a good mood yesterday cos of someone.&lt;br /&gt;but all thanks to my junior message, it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HARIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TIMOTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-3824608839649336447?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/3824608839649336447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=3824608839649336447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3824608839649336447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/3824608839649336447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/02/havent-been-blogging-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7804286478551180823</id><published>2007-02-14T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:45:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt; to everyone. ((:&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i want to thank all those people who gave me valentine's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;it's so sweet and nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! she bought me that elmo balloon when i say i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i love her more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had chinese new year rehearsal after school.&lt;br /&gt;we did nothing much except we need to know when to get the props out on the stage laa.&lt;br /&gt;wells. on that day, my role is going to be kind of weird and funny.&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone will just laugh at me laa. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;we'll wait and see what will i be doing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. during the rehearsal, that star idol finalist guy came and perform also.&lt;br /&gt;cos previously he graudated from MI bartley campus and he joined the alumni too.&lt;br /&gt;whenever got this kind of event, he confirm will be there to perform.&lt;br /&gt;this year, his singing luo zhi xiang song - jing wu men and dancing. ((:&lt;br /&gt;interesting though. me and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finish watching the whole rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile, the soccer team were having match against the alumni.&lt;br /&gt;i just watch a bit only as the rehearsal was going on.&lt;br /&gt;and i manage to catch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;playing. his the goalkeeper. ((:&lt;br /&gt;was praying for him to win too.&lt;br /&gt;and the result was 1 - 1 in the end. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after rehearsal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; still has to stay for soccer training.&lt;br /&gt;so i went home first. it's alright laa.&lt;br /&gt;cos somehow we some sort of celebrated valentine's day yesterday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7804286478551180823?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7804286478551180823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7804286478551180823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7804286478551180823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7804286478551180823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-7150478545849179784</id><published>2007-02-11T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:29:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISSED.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feels that my freedom is gone&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GONE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-7150478545849179784?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/7150478545849179784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=7150478545849179784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7150478545849179784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/7150478545849179784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/02/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-6248353945710417861</id><published>2007-02-10T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:44:29.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th birthday yesterday. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent half of my day studying and do chinese test. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;well. gave up performing for Chinese New Year cos i needed to study chinese and since my 2 close friend in dance are not joining too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was being sweet and nice yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;he came over to my house bus stop and send me to school.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me that BIG ASTROBOY that he bought from hongkong. ((:&lt;br /&gt;its so cute laa. its remote control one. so it will move around my house. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and its 90cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;wells. thats not the birthday present from him laa. birthday present is something from &lt;strong&gt;ADIDAS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yay! i think im becoming more and more like him already.&lt;br /&gt;adidas here adidas there. HAHA. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sending me to school, he stayed a while and left to meet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;herman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i was alone in the canteen eating my lunch and study chinese while waiting for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;macrina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tingting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gradually, one by one my classmate all come and its time for MOTHER TONGUE PAPER 2. )):&lt;br /&gt;out of 4 questions, could do 3 laa. one didnt have time to finish cos i dont really know what to write also. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;paper ended at 4pm. and waited for dad till 5pm to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. down to yishun after that to fetch my mum from work.&lt;br /&gt;and there we go, to a vegetarian restaurant for birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;the food are so delicious, nice and cheap laa.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, my brother foot the bill. HAHA. thanks. ((:&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we just went home cos i wanted to watch the 9pm show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. was suppose to go out today with some people laa. but in the end, didnt make it due to some reason.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to stay at home and pack my room later.&lt;br /&gt;its getting more messy each day. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, its no use packing cos i need to dig out books that are like at the extremely low level.&lt;br /&gt;and then it gets messy again. )):&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. yay! will be going for my driving theory test tomorrow. actually i signed up since last year.&lt;br /&gt;but was so busy that i kept dragging it until now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yaa. thanks to the people that wished my happy birthday yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and even thanks to my classmates who made me malu outside the container classroom by singing the birthday song cans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but still, a BIG THANKS TO EVERYONE. especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-6248353945710417861?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/6248353945710417861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=6248353945710417861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6248353945710417861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/6248353945710417861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/02/19th-birthday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-5620595866260905066</id><published>2007-02-03T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:12:20.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january babies birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/88xNuntFwF8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/88xNuntFwF8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the video i took on the day of the birthday celebration. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think the resolution for my entry is too small. )):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-5620595866260905066?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/5620595866260905066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=5620595866260905066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5620595866260905066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/5620595866260905066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/02/january-babies-birthday_03.html' title='january babies birthday'/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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-2572317784964122047.post-8524008931676981702</id><published>2007-01-31T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:42:52.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yay. today's wednesday. this week is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;boo. cos it means it's less than a week to common test.&lt;br /&gt;im so not prepared laa. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today had GP lesson for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;in between lesson, we celebrated birthday for the January people and they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VITZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DESMOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apparently, i've uploaded the pics already. it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2096011207"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2096011207&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or you can find it under the PEEK-A-BOO section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572317784964122047-8524008931676981702?l=behindthe-scene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/feeds/8524008931676981702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572317784964122047&amp;postID=8524008931676981702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8524008931676981702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572317784964122047/posts/default/8524008931676981702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthe-scene.blogspot.com/2007/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573137621331469085</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>
