<?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-13273340</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:14:53.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amor de Tarapaca</title><subtitle type='html'>...in search of eternal happiness; where art thou? 

Too many times we stared too long at the closed door and we ignore the one that has been already opened for us...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-603580692831252764</id><published>2008-08-22T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:30:49.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, buffet at Rasa Sayang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;slurp slupr...i am feeling excited. can't wait till tomorrow. i'm going to rasa sayang hotel for a buffet dinner. and the great news is that it is totally FOC!!! how wonderful...lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner is meant for the SA CONS TS only. but they invited Chin, Yen and Mich to join them for the dinner. Chin can't make it so gaya will replace him. and just so happen Yen also can't go as she has a birthday party to attend to. So she asked if i wanna go. oh boy, i will never say no to food. especially to rasa sayang which i long to go since early of the year. wakakakakaka! how lucky can one be. it's freaking expensive it costs bout RM140++ per pax for the buffet dinner. way too extragavant for me to spend like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda broke and will continue to be broke for the next few months. reason? simple...too many activities d la...cannot tahan. last mth went to malacca, sept goin to hatyai with colleagues, nov my 1st anniversary with Gene, cameron highlands with the musketeers and partners, dec G's royal day and Xmas....how not to die? pls tell me...@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any sponsors? lolz....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-603580692831252764?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/603580692831252764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=603580692831252764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/603580692831252764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/603580692831252764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-buffet-at-rasa-sayang.html' title='Saturday, buffet at Rasa Sayang'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-1840104889111899245</id><published>2008-07-10T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:47:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My condolences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;life is really very fragile, ain't it? my colleague's dad passed away suddenly. not sure why though. she isn't close to me, but she's a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden deaths are hard to accept. i truly understand how it feels. been through it 8 years ago. the pain and shock take a long while to sink in and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the people out there, please treasure your lives. live it to the fullest. you may stumble, you may fall, but this is your life experience. be it good or bad, appreciate every single thing that happens to you cos it happens for a reason; appreciate every single life, cos life is just too precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-1840104889111899245?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/1840104889111899245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=1840104889111899245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1840104889111899245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1840104889111899245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-condolences.html' title='My condolences'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-3505797897125034447</id><published>2008-06-25T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:19:57.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artwright</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;had my 1st interview with artwright about 2 weeks ago. the position i'm applying for is called the business executive. sounds canggih aint it? to simplify it, the JD revolves around sales, cust service, pre and post sales. to further simplify it, in hokkien we call it pao suah pao hai, PSPH. in addition to the mentioned, i would be sorta considered as an individual contributor as well where i have to kinda motivate the technical team for further improvement, contribute ideas on how to improve the business processes and the like, and the list shall go on itself from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the JD is actually interesting if i do not have to do any sales. i mean not only i can learn about the business but i can also expand my network from here. and it is really like running my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1st i thought i was not shortlisted as i did not get any call from kelly's within the stipulated time frame. out of the blue, i received an email from Sheela telling me to go for the second interview on Monday 23/6/08 during my lunch hour. told me it wasn't gonna take long as this interview is only to discuss the salary package. well, no harm attending and see what artwright offers me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut a long story short, i asked for rm2800 and guess what they offered me; RM1900 + RM250 (car maintenance) + RM250 (car petrol; under negotiation with HQ so it's not confirmed) + RM0.35/ km (if i travel out from Juru toll) + micellaneous expenses incur for meeting up with customers + 1% commission on the total sales. i think here think there, it's not worth it. i mean i'm not really keen on the job as it involves sales, so why do i wanna take the offer if i'm not happy with the pay right? the basic is really low. i agree i do not have any sales exposure, but the basic is a bit too low for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad kinda indirectly hinted to me that he does not want me to take up the offer. he said sales is not an easy thing to do. apart from that, my ex manager also said that it is not easy to sell office equipments. come to think of it, how many times does a company need to change the office equipment in a year? i know if there is a project i can earn up to 5 figures in a month, but am i really fit to be a sales consultant? I seriously dubted it. Not that I am not confident of myself but frankly speaking i never like sales people. and i really can't imagine being one myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the job is not only about sales, i also need to build rapport with my clients and suppliers. i know if i take up this job there is a vast oppurtunity for me to grow and learn, but i just can't convince myself to do it. i don'tk now, maybe i have already slipped into the comfort zone that i'm trying hard to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion is, i will reject the offer. i'm in no rush, so let's look around and who knows there may be better job opportunities out there for me *wink wink* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-3505797897125034447?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/3505797897125034447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=3505797897125034447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/3505797897125034447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/3505797897125034447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2008/06/artwright.html' title='artwright'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-2379968215030706049</id><published>2008-06-18T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:40:43.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's getting bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how would all my friends feel right now. i'm really getting bored with my job. i know i should not be complaining much as I am lucky i have a job that could put food on the table. but what i am doing at the moment does not give me satisfaction. i thought money is the main motivator but it seems like it is not enough. among my friends, i would say i earn the most. i thought i should be very happy and contented with what i have but heck i am not at all. am i asking too much? sigh...only god knows what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be busy doing my work but i am just so tired of it all. been staring at the screen since i log in this morning. i know everyone is doing the same thing but i guess to a certian extent at least they enjoy what they are doing?? sorry for all these grudges but can't help it. it's almost the time of the month if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, i gotta get back to work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-2379968215030706049?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/2379968215030706049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=2379968215030706049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/2379968215030706049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/2379968215030706049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-getting-bored.html' title='it&apos;s getting bored'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-4095443501492677563</id><published>2007-09-16T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:35:55.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE &amp; TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love Takes Time&lt;br /&gt;Love Makes Time&lt;br /&gt;Now is the Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can touch us one time&lt;br /&gt;and last for a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go till we're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love vanquishes time.&lt;br /&gt;To lovers, amoment can be eternity,&lt;br /&gt;eternity can bethe tick of a clock.&lt;br /&gt;Across the barriers of time&lt;br /&gt;and the ultimatedestiny, love persists,&lt;br /&gt;for the home of the beloved, absent or present,&lt;br /&gt;is always in the mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;Absence does not diminish love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is your time, love will track you&lt;br /&gt;down like a cruise missile.&lt;br /&gt;Only our love hath no decay;&lt;br /&gt;This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Running it never runs from us away,&lt;br /&gt;But truly keeps his first, last,&lt;br /&gt;everlasting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always believe our first love is our last,&lt;br /&gt;and our last love our first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you develop a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;One moment at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not the same persons this year as last;&lt;br /&gt;nor are those we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ahappy chance if we, changing,&lt;br /&gt;continue to love a changed person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-4095443501492677563?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/4095443501492677563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=4095443501492677563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/4095443501492677563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/4095443501492677563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-time.html' title='LOVE &amp; TIME'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-605415224698783461</id><published>2007-07-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:35:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is wat family means - Father, Mother, I Love You. i guess most of us seldom (or nvr) say these words to our parents. well i do express these 3 words in writing but not verbally. you know, on those occassions like father's and mother's day, birthdays etc. i just cant spill them out of my mouth. i'm just not that kind of person you know...and i couldnt even remember when was the last time i hugged them both. nonetheless, this doesnt mean i don't love them or care for them. Just that my way of expressing is different. this entry is about my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqS3wsBm9GI/AAAAAAAAADM/qv9tWCzYGYo/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090395525915014242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqS3wsBm9GI/AAAAAAAAADM/qv9tWCzYGYo/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my dad is 59 years old. retired for 7 years already. since then, he has become my full time personal "chauffeur". sounds as if i'm such a spoilt brat and princess huh? well to certain extent, i do admit that ya'know? but cant really blame me, cos my dad ever so willingly drives me around. even tho i'm 20+ now, he still fetches me to and back from work. he is doin it without complaining at all. there was once he waited for me for almost an hour as i had an urgent escalation from customer. he didn't even scold me or nag at me at all. i was really surprised. the dad that i know is usually very short tempered. this is just soooo unbelievable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;looking at this picture just reminds me how old he is already. when i took the picture, i felt a surge of happiness and contentment. all of sudden, i could really feel that i am so so so blessed. i have a family, a mum and dad whom i know will always stand by me, shelter me from getting hurt and most importantly accept me for who i am. their unconditional llove and care touches my heart. how could i ever repay them? my dad, tho at times he's kinda unreasonable and "bull headed", i love him all the same. cos i know whatever he says or does, he still loves me very very much. and i know he will even sacrifice his own dear life just to make sure i'm not hurt in anyway. he will always take care of me, guide me, hold my hands, till his very last breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dad, I will really like to say this from the bottom of my heart, "thank you, dad! there may be times that i disobey you, argue with you, or even say hurtful things to you, but i nvr mean it at all. cos in my heart, you are the greatest dad ever. no matter what happens, you are my dad and i will always love you for who you are just like how you love me for who i am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-605415224698783461?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/605415224698783461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=605415224698783461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/605415224698783461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/605415224698783461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-dad.html' title='my dad'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqS3wsBm9GI/AAAAAAAAADM/qv9tWCzYGYo/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-8991314074688430767</id><published>2007-07-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:08:34.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil piggie from Maggie T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqSzsMBm9FI/AAAAAAAAADE/tOngmLEFCT4/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090391050559091794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqSzsMBm9FI/AAAAAAAAADE/tOngmLEFCT4/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yin's lil pinky piggie; top view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqSzn8Bm9EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NTahy2cBG9s/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090390977544647746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqSzn8Bm9EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NTahy2cBG9s/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;side view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqSzh8Bm9DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LjfJf-iRDv8/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090390874465432626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RqSzh8Bm9DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LjfJf-iRDv8/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The above cute lil piggie is our lil gift to our dearest friend, Quah Yin Yin, for her 24th birthday.  yin, how should i describe her? one of a kind, patient, understanding, helpful, friendly, crazy nuts....lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - quality assured friend&lt;br /&gt;U - unique, understanding, universal&lt;br /&gt;A - alwiz there&lt;br /&gt;H - ho sim, happy go lucky, helpful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - yes to all ur requests&lt;br /&gt;I - intelligent, independent&lt;br /&gt;N - nvr say no to friends in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tell me, where to get such a great and funtastic friend?? This post is dedicated to you, yin hunzi! luv ya alwiz...MUAKZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-8991314074688430767?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/8991314074688430767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=8991314074688430767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/8991314074688430767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name : Michelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birth Date : Jan 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Status : Single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eye Colour : Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair Colour : brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right or Left :left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Heritage : Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Fears : creepy crawlies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Weaknesses : ask my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Perfect Pizza : none in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My thoughts first waking up : Can i no go to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bedtime : Around 11 to 12pm, 1-3am on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My most missed memory: erm..whn i was still a baby??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 4 : MY PICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pepsi or coke : neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single or group dates : Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adidas or Nike : both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tea or Nestea : Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee : Both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 5 : DO YOU…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smoke : Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curse : All the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a shower : Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a crush : yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think you’ve been in love : Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to school : not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Want to get married : of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Believe in yourself : guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think you’re a health freak : Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drank alcohol : Occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone to the mall : u say leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been on stage : yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eaten sushi : Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dyed your hair : few times jor lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Played a stripping game : Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : to a certain extent, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 8 : AGE YOU’RE HOPING…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be married : before 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 9 : IN A GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best eye colour : doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best hair colour : anything but not too geli wan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Short hair or long hair : fine with both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 10 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minute ago : answering this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hour ago : still at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 day ago : At home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 month ago : err...cant rmbr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Year ago : a newbie at dell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 11 : FINISH THE SENTENCES…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love : many many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel : tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate : hypocrites and liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hide : my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss : being a kid, miss him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need : love, attention and vit M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAYER 12 : TAG PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. this is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. who to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. or who will read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. god bless all of ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-7484239695775130282?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/7484239695775130282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=7484239695775130282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/7484239695775130282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/7484239695775130282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-3225001809072345927</id><published>2007-07-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:52:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ballroom dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;joined ballroom dancing bout half a year ago. it all began with an invitation from my colleague, jessica. she asked me to join saying that it is full of fun. so i started thinking "y not? i've got nth to lose. and i get to noe more ppl." paid rm150 for 12 classes which last for 3 mths. nvr did i tot i would enjoy dancing so much. it was really fun. and i really look forward to it every wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all of sudden, my dance instructor John, suggested we go for competition. i was like "who? me?!" it was unbelievable. i mean, ME?! of all the ppl? hahahahaha....after much persuasion from my dancing mate, josephine, i decided to give it a go. this is a 1 in a lifetime thingy. this kinda opportunity doesnt come by everyday. and i would want to challenge myself doin smth i have nvr done before or never tot of doing...nvr have da courage to do it. if my instructor thinks i am capable of entering a beginner competition, well heck...i should be more confident of myself shouldn't i? i jz don't wish to live in regret, achieving nth in my life. i want to spread my wings and fly. i wanna know how far i could go from here. i jz wanna do smth crazy in my live for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the intensive training will commence end of july on every sunday. phew...i'm just a lil bit worried that i'll chicken out last minute. lol....but hey, if i could survive in dell for a year, i guess going thru an intensive ballroom dancing training for 4mths isnt dat bad after all. comparatively, i guess i would enjoy dancing much more than entertainin greedy customers. hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, wish me luck k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-3225001809072345927?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/3225001809072345927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=3225001809072345927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/3225001809072345927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/3225001809072345927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/ballroom-dancing.html' title='ballroom dancing'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-1468813771499455321</id><published>2007-07-10T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:58:02.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to our beloved friends...happie burfday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOCMxHbYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/PnLGcAxg71A/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085551560085955202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOCMxHbYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/PnLGcAxg71A/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah jen, very da touchy touchy leh?&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOCChHbYnI/AAAAAAAAACc/KcUcFkVirRs/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085551383992296050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOCChHbYnI/AAAAAAAAACc/KcUcFkVirRs/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; making wishes...ah yin, TKB ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOBwxHbYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/xRci8ESZYxc/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085551079049618018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOBwxHbYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/xRci8ESZYxc/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; guess how old r these 2 fella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-1468813771499455321?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/1468813771499455321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=1468813771499455321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1468813771499455321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1468813771499455321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-our-beloved-friendshappie-burfday.html' title='to our beloved friends...happie burfday!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpOCMxHbYoI/AAAAAAAAACk/PnLGcAxg71A/s72-c/DSC00176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-7582561339895480859</id><published>2007-07-10T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:42:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing back to the 60's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9txHbYlI/AAAAAAAAACM/LzBxx-eIiro/s1600-h/swing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085546629463499346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9txHbYlI/AAAAAAAAACM/LzBxx-eIiro/s320/swing2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Back to the 60's...r u ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9lhHbYkI/AAAAAAAAACE/RjdQWLIXG7Q/s1600-h/swing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085546487729578562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9lhHbYkI/AAAAAAAAACE/RjdQWLIXG7Q/s320/swing1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how it looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9QRHbYjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3b-TVNQ-11A/s1600-h/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085546122657358386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9QRHbYjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3b-TVNQ-11A/s320/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tai ma &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN85RHbYiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6EeXWAguzJ8/s1600-h/dancing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085545727520367138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN85RHbYiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6EeXWAguzJ8/s320/dancing2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dancing like nobody's biz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN8khHbYhI/AAAAAAAAABs/Vu7D28OewF4/s1600-h/dancing1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085545371038081554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN8khHbYhI/AAAAAAAAABs/Vu7D28OewF4/s320/dancing1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085544795512463874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN8DBHbYgI/AAAAAAAAABk/QrOaxBEnZVc/s320/my+fam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN7jRHbYfI/AAAAAAAAABc/pnqq16oH3Uk/s1600-h/big+fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085544250051617266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN7jRHbYfI/AAAAAAAAABc/pnqq16oH3Uk/s320/big+fam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The big Care family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-7582561339895480859?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/7582561339895480859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=7582561339895480859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/7582561339895480859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/7582561339895480859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/swing-back-to-60s.html' title='Swing back to the 60&apos;s'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpN9txHbYlI/AAAAAAAAACM/LzBxx-eIiro/s72-c/swing2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-1661782799087613176</id><published>2007-07-08T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:42:42.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSAT result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpBpdBHbYeI/AAAAAAAAABU/dk5MvU3N2X0/s1600-h/csat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084679926538002914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpBpdBHbYeI/AAAAAAAAABU/dk5MvU3N2X0/s320/csat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See the 1st one SA HSB 3 Email? That is my team lo. Our customer satisifaction ranking is the highest in June. and guess what we will get? cash incentive ler of course...kakakakka!! extra pocket money to spend...YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-1661782799087613176?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/1661782799087613176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=1661782799087613176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1661782799087613176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1661782799087613176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/csat-result.html' title='CSAT result'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpBpdBHbYeI/AAAAAAAAABU/dk5MvU3N2X0/s72-c/csat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-850994127859190902</id><published>2007-07-08T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:32:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH 5 AWARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpBoPhHbYdI/AAAAAAAAABM/7hunJnmjuR0/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084678595098141138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpBoPhHbYdI/AAAAAAAAABM/7hunJnmjuR0/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1st recognition...signed by Dell's Vice President, Asia Operations, Mr Simon Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-850994127859190902?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/850994127859190902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=850994127859190902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/850994127859190902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/850994127859190902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-5-award.html' title='HIGH 5 AWARD'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RpBoPhHbYdI/AAAAAAAAABM/7hunJnmjuR0/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-3644489076603279260</id><published>2007-07-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:13:11.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workstation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/Roub4hHbYcI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ms_vVTRwyvw/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327999682240962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/Roub4hHbYcI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ms_vVTRwyvw/s320/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; top row: stephen a.k.a tai lo (alr left dell), nainan the entau B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;middle row: irene (team mgr), sathya, shiau chuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;front fow: jessica (case mgr), melanie, ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pic taken in dec 2006. Now this office family of mine has grown from 8 members to 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoubshHbYbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4a9u-FBD0ic/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327793523810738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoubshHbYbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4a9u-FBD0ic/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at 8.30am...sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoubgRHbYaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ex-ZYzcS2Ek/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327583070413218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoubgRHbYaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ex-ZYzcS2Ek/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at 5.30pm...ready to cabut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-3644489076603279260?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/3644489076603279260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=3644489076603279260&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/3644489076603279260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/3644489076603279260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/workstation.html' title='workstation'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/Roub4hHbYcI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ms_vVTRwyvw/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-8618666331860518835</id><published>2007-07-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:36:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TADA!!! actually hior i got nth to blog AT ALL...read my lips "nth to blog at all". get it? hahahha...but i will try to post up some pics of my recent care dinner at trader's hotel. it was held on 23rd June 2007 and the theme of the nite was "swing back to the 60's"...i had a great time dancing like nobody's business. but of course i wasn't alone la. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyway gua mau continue watching my HK drama liao. took a short break just to check mails and to do this. till then...sayonara!&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/13273340-8618666331860518835?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/8618666331860518835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=8618666331860518835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/8618666331860518835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/8618666331860518835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-1156205540604413255</id><published>2007-07-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:30:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a whole day laboring with sweat and tears and blood, I am finally back home at about 7.40pm. phew! a long day at work. really hate mondays y'noe? so many new cases and follow ups to do. and since i clocked in, i never stopped typing. can you imagine sitting in frontta PC for whole 9 hours replying to your customers' unstoppable incoming emails? gosh! how can one's nitemare be more worse than this? but anyway, when you get replies with sincere appreciation and compliment letters, all your hard work really paid off.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just recently i got a cust who is vision and hearing impaired. he specifically ordered for a 22" inch monitor so that the image or words are large enough for him to read from the LCD screen. unfortunately, our company is currently encountering monitor shortage and just so happen his purchase was one of the affected orders. well what i did was actually pretty simple; i escalated the case to the dedicated manager and help my cust to expedite the order. and sure enough, he received the 22" monitor earlier than the anticipated date. when i called his dad (Sunny), he expressed his heartfelt gratitude to me. Not only that, my cust wrote in to me thanking me for the help. At that point of time, i just felt so happy for them both. a simple gesture could actually mean alot to someone. the satisfaction that i felt was such a strong motivation for me to work even harder and better. what i mean is that helping those really in need is so much more satisfying and happier and meaninful than assisting those cust who only blame you when things don't turn up right (even tho you have done your best). these ppl are just simply pathetic and greedy. i just don't feel like helping them at all you noe. i feel it is just a waste of time as all my efforts are not appreciated. but ironically these are the ppl who are our dearest paymaster; who have a direct influence on our yearly bonuses and all. sigh memang byk sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of complaints on work. just wanna make it a habit that i blog everyday even if it's just a short entry. else, i sure will abandon this bloggie of mine for a long long time. well fingers crossed...till then, good nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-1156205540604413255?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/1156205540604413255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=1156205540604413255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1156205540604413255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/1156205540604413255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-4881045926300727497</id><published>2007-07-01T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:18:22.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very mou liu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i jz cant believe i did not go out with my gang at all for this weekend. my mum lagi cute. since yesteday morning until today, she has been asking me thousand and one times "ah girl ar, you got go out mou?" and repeatedly i answered her "Mi, i duno yet." after my mum asked, my dad asked and followed by my aunty. argh!! pek chek nia aku. it seems weird to them that i stayed at home whole day. c'mon, really that bad meh? i really got go out that often meh during weekend? but err...to be frank, pai seh to say oso must admit, i really go out almost every wkn. hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i saje merepek nia. actually i got nth to update wan. just that al has updated my page so i come in see see nia. then sun pian write something here lo tho i know darn mou liu.&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/13273340-4881045926300727497?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/4881045926300727497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=4881045926300727497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/4881045926300727497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/4881045926300727497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-mou-liu.html' title='very mou liu'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-9206970771677542077</id><published>2007-06-30T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:19:30.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoXKExHbYWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D5aPOlNpSeE/s1600-h/printscr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081689937810252130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoXKExHbYWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D5aPOlNpSeE/s320/printscr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoXElxHbYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7fPXaaT3f5Y/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081683907676168530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoXElxHbYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7fPXaaT3f5Y/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aloha peeps!! I have finally made a come back to this blogging business. not sure what makes me blog again (after abandoning it for a full 6 mths) but let me try to update this personal site of mine from time to time. the pic is one of the most recent one i have taken usin my mobile. fyi,i'm currently using W850i which i bought about a month plus ago. it cost me a freaking RM1400; the most expensive phone i've ever bought so far (not that i've changed many phones before). gotta pay by installment for 6 mths. sigh...only if got ppl can sponsor me a bit bit. well the reality is always cruel. since i've started working, all expenses are on my own. ader sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hmm anyway, let me update you guys a lil tiny bit on my working life. as you know, i am working in Dell as customer care specialist. not much changes but from dealing with internal escalations i.e. internal emails, i have moved on to handling external emails directly send in by customers. to be frank it is much easier but the only challenge is the volume; up to 20+ cases in a day. but if i were to compare dealing with internal emails, i would say this is less stressful. anyway, the job function remains more or less the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;weird...before i start blogging, i have got million and 1 things in my mind that i wanna write about. now that i've started typing, my mind has gone blank. swt...seems like i tarak potential to be a blogger?? hmm someone please motivate me, but no warren the leng tau. early early morning nia he IM me and start the harassment session. ader scared...i no accuse him, you peeps can see the above print screen...leng tau, feel honored as you're getting more famous with each passing day with us publishin you in our posts. kakakakaa...u owe s one alrito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess i nid to edit my layout a bit bit. I'm so outdated d la. gotta learn from al and the gang. they are the pros. wanna add in chaterbox/ shoutout/ wateva it is la. jz wanna spice up my blogspot a lil tiny bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-9206970771677542077?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/9206970771677542077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=9206970771677542077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/9206970771677542077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/9206970771677542077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-back.html' title='Come back'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wp3aR6zTvB4/RoXKExHbYWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D5aPOlNpSeE/s72-c/printscr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-116887112900241670</id><published>2007-01-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:25:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5231/1155/1600/511410/119-1993_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5231/1155/320/714192/119-1993_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally made the decision...altho it pains me like a blade cutting thru my heart, i noe this is the right thing to do. i cant bear to see her suffer anymore. when i look at her, she seems so lifeless. she doesn't even want to come out from her cage. and she has not been eating well lately. lost lotsa weight too. when i touched it, all i can feel is her tiny bones portruding out. and the lump on the tummy and near her neck, they are getting bigger each day. she cant even walk right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thinking for weeks, i realized this is the time i really gotta let her go. will be bringing her to vet tomorrow morning with al and jen. well pals, thx for being there. i wouldn't know what to do if u guys aren't with me. thx a million...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-116887112900241670?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/116887112900241670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=116887112900241670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116887112900241670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116887112900241670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2007/01/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-116693090712191668</id><published>2006-12-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:31:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itz a hard decision...euthanasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;21/12, Thurs morning...mum suddenly brought up the subject of putting tung tung, my pet rabbit, to sleep. i was dumb founded; why did my mum suggest such idea to me?? explained to me that tung is really old and not only her tummy has growth in it, now at the left side of her neck, there is a very big lump too. and because of it, she is now limping to one side whenever she tries to walk or jump or hop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at her brings a tear to my eyes. she has been with me for the past 5 to 6 years. letting it go is such a hard decision for me. when i look at her, i know i gotta let her go cuz i do not want to let her suffer. compared with last time, she is much more less active nowadays. and when she looks at me, it is as if i could feel her pain. it is as if she's begging me to let her go too. but i just could not bring myself to make the decision. it is just too painful. what should i do? i know i shouldn't be so selfish to keep her with me and let her suffer...but i just couldnt bring myself to decide. i couldnt accept the idea of putting her to sleep. itz just like i'm sending her to the "death gate" with my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks so tired and old right now. unlike last time, she was so active she hopped around and nibbled on anything she could find be it newspapers, plastics bags, her own poo poo and pee pee or even offerings at the altar on the floor. at times, i was kinda angry cuz she was so destructive. but she looks just too cute i couldnt stay angry at her for more than a minute. but right now, my heart cries out every time she looks at me with her sorrowful eyes; as if pleading me to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish she is now just as active and destructive as she used to be. that way i know she's still healthy and strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-116693090712191668?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/116693090712191668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=116693090712191668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116693090712191668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116693090712191668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/12/itz-hard-decisioneuthanasia.html' title='Itz a hard decision...euthanasia'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-116273586942765478</id><published>2006-11-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:11:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of healthy living</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sat, 4/11/2006, 8am - Riiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnggg!! dun misund, it wasnt the sound of a phone ringing. it was my alarm clock buzzing signifying it was time for me to get up. being a light sleeper, it wasnt hard to wake me at all. furthermore i slept early the night before. and i was really looking forward to today's outing. we didn't have much plan in mind, but the 1st destination (apart from breakfast-ing) was to upper penang road. heard from ch'ng and al that there is lotsa things to see wo. got a bazaar there ma. since yin, jen, chng and i have never been thr before, it was a great place to kick start our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having breakfast at siew fong loi, yin drove her ever so loyal white wira to upper penang road. it is somewhere near Picolino there wan where SS, garage and all the pubs and cafes located. much to our horror dissapoinment, the bazaar is not opened. too bad, so sad. all the way from bayan baru to island glades to batu lancang to tg bunga, we all so semangat bangun pagi gosok gigi but....sigh. cracking our 5 lil creative brains thinking of where to go was such a difficult task.  we ended up going to an pet shop located i-duno-where and spent like 30 mins there. the only thing that actually caught our attention was the rottie and mini pincher. damn cute la da rottie. so adorable and innocent looking. too bad i dun have a camera phone else i can snap a few pics and post them up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next destination..long sigh. we actually were seated in the car for only-god-knows-how-long before we finally came up with the perfect plan ----&gt; PSC. so off we went home to pack our clothes and stuffs cos we planned to swim, korek siput and also play some squash. interesting eh? sure la, sumore extremely healthy oh!! kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home packed my things and waited for them to come back fetch me lo. semakin lama menunggu, semakin mau tidur. maka i beradu sikijap kat bilik mama i. napped for bout half an hr or so, they called me and asked me to go down wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my very 1st time goin to PSC. yin and al had been there. so cnee  n i were the newbies. after chaging into shorts and T, we headed to the beach and start korek-ing siput. sigh. all our plans didn't seem to work out, so instead of catching siput we got hermit crabs. lots of them. so we picked a few nice ones and al took them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 2 hrs on the beach. it was just splendid. after that, we pigi squash. spent another 2 hrs plus there. hehehe. saje main nia. not pro. i seldom play sports ma. but it was an interesting sport la. and we actually planned to go PSC every saturday la. well only god knows if we could stick to our so call healthy living on Saturdays. kakakaka!! more to come in the future i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took our bathe, then time to feast. ordered western food. lepas makan, karaoke. balik kampung tanam jagung at 11 smth lo cos yin's tiger and my tigeress are waiting at home. ms cinderella and cinderalli...gotta be home by 12am. else we will turn into...erm..ugly piggies?? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la...enough for a day's entry. it has pretty wrapped up my activities on a beautiful saturday morning till night healthy outing. looking towards to more sats like this one. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-116273586942765478?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/116273586942765478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=116273586942765478&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116273586942765478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116273586942765478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-of-healthy-living.html' title='a day of healthy living'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-116161158059194141</id><published>2006-10-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:00:17.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;been away from this blogging biz for quite a while. I'm not exactly that busy, it's just that i've nth much to share with you guys out there. but anyway, i had a marvellous time on last Sat at Aru's hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know last Sat was deepavali ma. so aru invited veena, norman, li wei, win yeow and me to go to her house lo. we reached there at about 3pm. greeted by aru in her t-shirt and shorts. we started to binge on food once we sat down. hahahaha!! the murukus, "ghee" balls (li wei your favourite), etc were too tempting to resist. ate alot on that day. we were served with mutton, curry chicken, salad, tosai, nuggets and...i couldnt rmbr anymore jor la. too many dishes. yum yum!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eatimg, it was time to sweat a lil bit. hehehehe! we played firecrackers. really missed those times when i was still a kid; played like nobody's business. those were the days...zaman kegemilangan michie leong. wahahahaha!!! anyway, we took lotsa pics on dat day too. and there was this one video where norman curi curi took. and the most embarassing thing is that i was the "main character" of the entire short video. Damn...so pai seh la...he even took a close up video of me talkin while eating my way to those yummy-licious, mouth watering, irresistible, ever tempting food. i just cant believe he did that to me...sob sob...kena buli teruk. and all my friends were actually laughing AT me. sigh...suddenly i became the clown of the day =( but no doubt all of us were having lotsa fun. it is a great thing to meet up with your best pals once in a while. you're really gonna laugh till your belly buttons hurt like hell. but who cares rite? laughter is the best medicine. and i find it very true. when i'm sad and depressed, a laughing session could cure me most of the time. so LAUGH all you can. ngek ngek ngek ngek!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, 22/10 - Our beloved SA, REL CARE Danielle's big day. alvin came to fetch me at 8am. off we went to danielle's rented apt. well this was my 1st time attending such event and becoming the "zi mui". hahaha! we had a helluva time playing tricks on the groom and his best mates. the chinese tradition, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy. christy and jane and their super sweet syrup, extremely sour lime, absolutely thick and bitter black coffee w'o sugar and biscuits with "nose and eyes watering" wasabi. so imagine what it tasted like. some even shed tears eating the biscuits with wasabi. wahahaha!! a scene i will rmbr for a long long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we all balik kampung lo. i straight went to bed when i reached home. kinda sleepy and a lil tired oso la...got slight headache lo. woke up at 3 smth. since i'd got plenty of time left, so i decided to watch vcd, shanghai noon. at about 5.15pm, i took my bath and then did a lil make up and prepared myself for danielle's wedding dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny, wei chuan and i reached crc at about 7smth. it was rainin kinda heavy oso at that time. the dinner started an hour later. before that, cher, carmen and i were really busy taking pictures of everyone. i guess i've never taken so many pics b4 in my whole life. well...err maybe except during my degree convo la =p everyone really had fun tho. busy posing and smilin and doin stupid, silly expressions. hehehe!! actually wanted to post up some of the pics here, but i very lazy la...hehe...but anyway, i may post them up in my friendster. so feel free to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;the dinner ended at about 10pm. reached home, took another bath, then online a lil while, and off i go to my ever peaceful slumberland. a tiring but absolutely happy day.....chiaoz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-116161158059194141?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/116161158059194141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=116161158059194141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116161158059194141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116161158059194141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-holz.html' title='Happy holz!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-116092405244512808</id><published>2006-10-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:54:12.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to cry or not to cry??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TA DA!! finally my dad allowed me to drive on my own without his supervision. but of course i'm not all alone la. al came by to my hse and she parked her car at my lot. then i drove my car and went to yin's hse lo. dropped by there for about an hour before we left for prangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dgn excited sekali i taught them both how to drive my lil savvy. hehehe. round the area for half and hour or so then off we started our journey to our destination. mana tau jalan tak sampai 10 min, i ter-hit the pavement then hior....tyre punctured. drove till shell and i stopped my car there. DAMN IT!! 1st time driving without dad and it turned out to be a nitemare =( stupid tyre punctured to easily. sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed to my spare tyre with some help from an uncle. after that i paid him duit kopi. my spare tyre so lawak. the size is smaller than the normal ones. thank god yin and al were with me then. abo i duno wat to do oso la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. dare not tell my parents bout it. so we went to jelutong hopin 1 of the workshops ada buka so can "repair" the punctured tyre. duno i was considered lucky or unlucky, workshop memang ada buka but guess how much the tyre cost me? it was a FREAKING RM165 alrite!!! they said savvy eh tyre size is different from the rest wan wo. so the price oso different la. i din have a choice did i? there it goes my precious RM165. suddenly the RM50 notes grew wings and flew away from my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the incident never spoilt my semangat to go shopping. i bought 3 pants and a skirt from Ace Win, a pair of heels and oso a ring. stainless steel wan. very gaya lo. black color de. hehe. reali shopped gau gau till pokai. no1 to pamper me, so i gotta pamper myself more ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today entry is actually to highlight my punctured tyre. it has become the main character of the day. zhen de hen dao mei ar jin tian. sigh. with a snap pf my fingers i spent a FREAKING RM165 jor. super boh kam uan u noe?? esh esh esh....geram nia aku!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-116092405244512808?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/116092405244512808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=116092405244512808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116092405244512808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116092405244512808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-cry-or-not-to-cry.html' title='to cry or not to cry??'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-116027308345042949</id><published>2006-10-08T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:04:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're so sick and nobody cares...</title><content type='html'>do you know how it feels? it's not only terrible but it feels horrible. it's like you're left to rot and die on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took half day MC on fri. went straigth to doc. came back, ate medicine, and went off to sleep. but i din manage to sleep well. i was tossing and turning on my bed. and no1 even cares. well i couldnt blame my mum as she has been sick since wed. but my dad...i'm kinda disappointed with him...i mean when you're sick you'll expect someone to take care of your well being from eating medicine, to drinking water etc. but my dad did none of this you know? it's like "you sick, you punya pasal lo". i feel so worthless living in this world. not only am i sick physically, but i feel so "alone". i've never felt this way before. not when i'm sick. i just duno wat happpens to my dad, but he is not like that last time. he used to care for me when i'm sick. at least i feel pampered. but right now, i feel nothing. even my friends called/ sms me asking how i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wondering, how am i suppose to recover when no1 cares for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-116027308345042949?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/116027308345042949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=116027308345042949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116027308345042949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/116027308345042949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-youre-so-sick-and-nobody-cares.html' title='when you&apos;re so sick and nobody cares...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115936948906464839</id><published>2006-09-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:13:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you get caught in the rain with no where to run&lt;br /&gt;When you're distraught and in pain without anyone&lt;br /&gt;When you keep crying out to be saved&lt;br /&gt;But nobody comes and you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;That you just can't find your way home&lt;br /&gt;You can get there alone&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, what you say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and&lt;br /&gt;I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you keep falling down don't you dare give in&lt;br /&gt;You will arise safe and sound, so keep pressing on steadfastly&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find what you need to prevail&lt;br /&gt;What you say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and&lt;br /&gt;I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain blows, as shadows grow close don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can't face&lt;br /&gt;And should they tell you you'll never pull through&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate, stand tall and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and&lt;br /&gt;I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I stand up once again&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day&lt;br /&gt;And I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you can)&lt;br /&gt;You will make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;life has never been easy for me. from the moment i'm borned into this world, seems to me lotsa things have been destined. when i was in high sch, i thought i had already been thru the worst moments of my life. but reality has never been kind to me, as if i had not had enough, god decided to take away my bro when we least expected it. those unforgettable, sad memories came rushing back to me. feels like it just happened yesterday. i could clearly remember every painful moment, every tickling second that passed by, i was really torn apart. i desperately wished i was just having some kind of nightmare. i was hoping some one will actually wake me up and tell me that it was just a terrible nightmare. none of it was true. or...it was me who god chose to take away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be thankful that i'm still alive till now. a lot of ppl are struggling to live life to its fullest but they are not given the chance to see how beautiful life could be. but at times, i just feel so lonely. i know i'm surrounded by a bunch of great and supportive friends, but the feeling of loneliness will always be there i guess. it just cant be wiped away can it? i don't know why i am feeling this way, i just couldnt help it. maybe it's the work pressure. it is taking its toll on me. i dont know. i feel that i'm changing inside. i'm not the cheerful me anymore. i can feel the heavy responsibilities on my shoulder. i could no longer be as naive as i used to be. and my emotions...i'm going thru an emotion roller coaster you know. sometimes it is just beyond my control. i really feel tired not only physically but mentally and emotinally as well. what has gotten into me? i'm supposed to feel happy but why aint i feeling so? i just dont understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i have more privacy at home. i guess i really need to sort things out. there is nowhere for me to vent out my anger or frustration. i have nowhere where i could cry my heart out. and i just dont know how long i could keep all these to myself. sounds very suicidal aint it? god bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends have been telling me i have got to be strong and stand up on my own. but there are times when i really wanna hide and shut myself up from the rest of the world. i just wanna be left alone with my own feelings and thoughts. let me grief for myself. i'm so tired of masking my true feelings and emotions in front of everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is getting all too emotional. guess i better stop now. 'fret not, i'm just ranting bout things that i could not show in front of my family, friends and colleagues. well i can and will make it thru the rain. just need some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115936948906464839?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115936948906464839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115936948906464839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115936948906464839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115936948906464839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/09/through-rain.html' title='through the rain'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115859275040464561</id><published>2006-09-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:31:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carrot, egg or coffee bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil,without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?""Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity...boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?" Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? DidI have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115859275040464561?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115859275040464561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115859275040464561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115859275040464561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115859275040464561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/09/carrot-egg-or-coffee-bean.html' title='carrot, egg or coffee bean'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115858227302285316</id><published>2006-09-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:24:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of reach by gabrielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Knew the signs&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid for a while&lt;br /&gt;Swept away by you&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;So confused,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch myself&lt;br /&gt;From despair&lt;br /&gt;I could drown&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy everyday&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was&lt;br /&gt;So confused,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt,&lt;br /&gt;So much pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes a while&lt;br /&gt;To regain&lt;br /&gt;What is lost inside&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that in time,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm&lt;br /&gt;So confused,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, So far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, So far&lt;br /&gt;You never gave your heart&lt;br /&gt;In my reach,&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;There's a life out there&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my favourites. hehehehe. the lyrics described what i once felt. but it was ages ago. and that person has finally found his dream girl. wish him all the best in his future undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after such a long wait, i've got my CSAT coming in. hehehe. can u see my neck has grown a few inches longer? i've been working for 2 months plus d, and my hard work has finally paid off. CSAT stands for customer satisfaction. DSAT = dissatisfaction. i hope they will just keep on coming in. but pls not DSAT. cos it will affect the entire team's performance. keep my fingers crossed. anyway, promised cheryl will treat her makan western food to celebrate my 1st hard earned, very much long awaited CSAT. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i've got nth much to share actually. but i'm really feeling happy and satisfied to get recognition from my customers. well i hope this is smth that will kick start my career and turn into some kind of motivation for me to perform better and feel more passionate about my job. fingers crossed....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115858227302285316?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115858227302285316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115781736463888080</id><published>2006-09-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:00:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of shopping with....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;CHERYL CHEANG!! hahahaha! you guys must be stunned why i start my blog with her big name. to those who dont know her, she is my dearest colleague a.k.a toilet partner in dell a.k.a lunch companion a.k.a uni/coursemate. how can i not "fall in love" with this trendy, fashionable, new found shopping kaki friend of mine? a word of caution tho, going shopping with her reali does mean shopping. in her dictionary there is no such thing as WINDOW SHOPPING. with cheryl cheang around, it is darn hard not to spend on clothes and shoes =) as expected i bought 3 tops (again baju), a very nicely knitted pink colored bag and a white belt today. gonna be a big spendthrift soon. well i told cheryl that i will only go out with her shopping once a mth. else i'm in deep poo poo. cannot ho seh la keep on spending like this. sumore i got no1 to sponsor me leh. no bf what oso "eat" myself. sigh. now that i've started working, must know how to dress up a bit la. at least smart casual lo. gotta learn to love myself more ma since tarak org mau pamper me. ada betui?? *wink wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at long last, i finally found the song i've been searching high and low for; what will i do by natalie burks. the lyrics was published in my previous post. thanks to yiu jin for helping me to look for the song. a million thanks. i'm really touched ler. the song may seem very short but i love it nevertheless. another one of my all time favourites is dreaming of you by selena which was also published in my blog. i feel i'm kinda connected to these 2 songs. don't know why la. i just couldnt get bored listening to them again and again. anyway, the above 2 songs are OST of a HK serial, "File of Justice". those of you who are movie buffs, i bet u guys would have heard of it somewhere. it is now showing on astro WLT on mondays to fridays from 6 to 7pm i guess =p if i'm not mistaken, it is also repeated dring weekends. well you can always check the astro booklet if you wanna watch. to be frank, i hv not watched astro for a couple of months d la since i started working. cos i've switched to DVDs. hahahaha!! more flexible ma. i can watch anytime i want. no need to follow the the astro or tv programme. kan senang. hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i've got nth much to crap oso la actually. till the next post...take care. au revoir!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115781736463888080?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115772608867243062</id><published>2006-09-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:38:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will i do by natalie burks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not really sure of the words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only you knew that I feel this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna give my heart to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Show me the way that you want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know for sure there's a place for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm counting the days till I feel your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You come to me when I dream at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I'm with you it will be so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you could see the love in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You should know that I'm on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohh ohh ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd be yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'd be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohh what will I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115772608867243062?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115738289102149741</id><published>2006-09-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:28:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i knew i loved you by savage garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it's intuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But some things you just don't question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see my future in an instant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And there it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I've found my best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's just no rhyme or reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only this sense of completion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see the missing pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm searching for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I've found my best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A thousand angels dance around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am complete now that I've found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kinda miss this song la. i still rmbr that this was a hit back in high sch time. hehehe. one of my favourites then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well hope u guys enjoy it as much as i do. gonna get yiu jin to download the song for me. hehehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115738289102149741?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115725435223520537</id><published>2006-09-03T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:32:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more about michelleongsk</title><content type='html'>1. what kind of first impression do you think peoplesay when they first see you?&lt;br /&gt;- fierce and not too frenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what's one thing you like to do alone?&lt;br /&gt;- music, books, dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what is your favorite line to say when you'redrunk?&lt;br /&gt;- dat i duno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. how many drinks do u need before u get tipsy?&lt;br /&gt;- a few sips r enuf to turn my face red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what kind of books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;- romance mostly..but m open to all kinds of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you think you're cute?&lt;br /&gt;- wat yau think then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you have a problem changing clothes in frontof your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- not reali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what do you eat when you raid the fridge atnight?&lt;br /&gt;- depends what r in my fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. describe your bed?&lt;br /&gt;- comfy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. spontaneous or planned?&lt;br /&gt;- spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;- not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;- purse n mobile =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what do you miss most about being a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- no responsibilities, no commitments, fuss free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. are you happy with your given name?&lt;br /&gt;- yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. what color is your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;- light green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. have you ever been in a play?&lt;br /&gt;- sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do you like yourself and believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. do you consider yourself to be a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;- mayb u shd b da judge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. do you spend more time with yourgirlfriend/boyfriend or your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- friends cos no bf yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. what's one thing you wish you could do butcan't?&lt;br /&gt;- to say thank you and i love you to that some1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what is your ideal wedding location?&lt;br /&gt;- hv not even tot bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. whats one instrument you wish you could play?&lt;br /&gt;- piano, guitar, violin, drums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. whats one language you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;- spanish, jap, korean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. have you ever pierced your body parts?&lt;br /&gt;- ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;- nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. what's one trait you hate in a person?&lt;br /&gt;- hypocrite, arrogant pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. do you consider yourself materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;- well to a certain extent yes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115725435223520537?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115725435223520537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115725435223520537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115725435223520537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115725435223520537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-about-michelleongsk.html' title='more about michelleongsk'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115719111676907237</id><published>2006-09-02T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:00:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on 2/9/2006, saturday, 4:52PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess where am i now? hehehehe. i'm at my office. doing wat? well, there is a PC fair in singapore right now. so i am here to actually help out the sales team to download the orders. of course i'm not doing this for free la. got OT wan ma. at 1st i din want to come but cheryl asked me to accompany her so i ma said ok lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start story-ing from yesterday. went to my bro's hse to chill out with al and yin. watched freddy vs jason. it was supposed to be a horror a.k.a scary movie. but to hell with it, it din make sense (at least not to me), and it was actually funny (more like a comedy). we all laughed when we were supposed to be scared. i mean that show was kinda stupid la. i wasted a full 2 hrs of my life on a suppose-to-be-horror-and-scary-movie-but-it-turned-out-to-be-a-comedy-thing. sigh. a big no no la. cannot ho seh at all. not recommended. better go sleep or do smth else la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8.30am today. then off we went to jelutong market searching for dim sum. poor al, kena bitten by mosquitoes. her blood must be terribly sweeeeet la. cos yin and i were not attacked at all. well maybe we were wearing jeans kua. hehehehe. after that i balik kampung took my bath and waited for cheryl to come fetch me to esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at about 12 smth. my 1st time eating mee sotong. hmm, kinda nice also. but a bit too saltish for me. tasted good nonetheless. i would rate it 7/10. worth trying tho. after feasting, we headed to BJ complex. bought myself 3 tops which cost me RM30, a pair of beach slippers RM10 and a hair cream RM13.50. this is how my RM50 note flew away. sigh. all because of cheryl lo, encouraged me to spend and buy. within less than an hour nia, spent so much d ler. kekekeke. but i must admit it was worth buying la. whr to get RM10 per top wo? sumore very nice ler the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to go to the usm eh pasar malam after work. cheryl will be fetching me back. hehe. a very well planned sat i must say. itz been so long since i feel that my sat is sooo meaningful and full of agendas. letz hope i've got more activities tmr. would not want to stay at home 24/7 ler. very sien. must chill out ma after a week of slogging in my office cube. heheehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm nth much to update anyway. saje pen down a few words nia while waiting for the sales order to come in. take care dudez! adios.... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115719111676907237?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115719111676907237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115719111676907237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115719111676907237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115719111676907237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-292006-saturday-452pm.html' title='on 2/9/2006, saturday, 4:52PM'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115669091242232535</id><published>2006-08-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:01:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much have i changed??</title><content type='html'>THREE YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you?&lt;br /&gt;:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade year were you in?&lt;br /&gt;:college year 2 i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;TAR College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you work?&lt;br /&gt;:pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live?:&lt;br /&gt;Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your hair style?:&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear braces?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;vision 20/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;bae yong jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your regular-person crush?:&lt;br /&gt;none i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos did you have?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;i pierced my ears nia lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite band/group?:&lt;br /&gt;BSB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your worst fear?:&lt;br /&gt;losing some1 i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you smoked a cigarette yet?&lt;br /&gt;tried before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you gotten drunk/high yet?:&lt;br /&gt;not exactly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been to a real party yet?&lt;br /&gt;no kua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had broken someones heart?&lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!!! LETS SEE WHAT YOU ARE NOW !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?:&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?:&lt;br /&gt;I'm working now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;:dell, Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?:&lt;br /&gt;Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your hair style?&lt;br /&gt;curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;retainer got la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;:perfect vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talk to any of your old friends?&lt;br /&gt;:of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?:&lt;br /&gt;ming dao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings now?&lt;br /&gt;1 nia la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?:&lt;br /&gt;Losing my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you smoked a cigarette yet?&lt;br /&gt;:wat ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten drunk or high?&lt;br /&gt;:ages ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to a real party?&lt;br /&gt;:dun b so long winded la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart been broken?:&lt;br /&gt;hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you broken someones heart?&lt;br /&gt;:dun think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115669091242232535?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115669091242232535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115669091242232535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115669091242232535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115669091242232535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-much-have-i-changed.html' title='how much have i changed??'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115664688817373797</id><published>2006-08-27T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:55:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rainy, beautiful sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ZZzz...hell, i should be sleeping at this time. itz only 10am for god's sake. and now i'm wide awake sitting in front of my pc blogging early in the morning. not that i wanna wakey this early, but i had a tummy ache which urged me to visit the loo. damn! there it goes my sunday morning. and itz raining sumore. so nice and comfy to sleep. argh!! damn wasted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've finally got my savvy on tue. learnt parking yesterday for an hour or so. wanted to drive around but dad said "too many cars. too dangerous la for you girl! wake up early tmr (means today la) and i'll let you drive to your workplace." cipet betui. open up my eyes nia, itz already raining. training session akan ditundak sehingga notis diberi. so sad =( now that i'm so motivated and ada umph to practise driving, it rains pulak!! memang tak bagi muka kat i langsung.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...life is just so boring and meaningless. i practically spend my weekends at home watching dvds. wat to do? mou tor phak. ada ming bai ar? oppss i sound exacly like a SAD (single, available and desperate). well this is wat happens when u are way toooooooo free during your weekends. no, i cant let this so unhealthy phenomenan (ada betui ka my spelling?) to continue. gotta figure out smth so that i can spend my weekends more beneficial and meaningful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with al n yin yesterday. da 3 of us were so damn mou liu we didn't know where to go, what to do. after visiting perks, we came back to my hse. i took a shower and off we bertolak to only god knows where we were heading to. haha. al was driving aimlessly while we all were squeezing our creative juice thinking of our next agendasssss. finally, we decided to go to crown prince beach since we have not been there ages d. the last time i went to the beach was with david during the hotlink beach party i guess. and that was like almost 2 months ago jor. sigh. we strolled along the beach, and yin collected 2 long and slim "siput". btw, nowadays gin na all so tua tar (daring). after we parked the car, when we got down nia got 1 malay gin na kong, age around 14-16, on his bicycle approached us asking for money. wah liew eh!! WTF?! gin na only you know. asked money from us eh. of course la we didn't pay him. siao meh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next activity was to island plaza since it is da nearest complex from crown prince beach. we weren't hungry yet so went there lepak for awhile before heading to our lil food paradise in 1-stop lo. hehe. al, credit goes to you for recommending me to a place with pan gi, kin ceh and tuar teh eh unagi rice set. seriously man, it was so damn worth it. the size of the unagi is twice as big as those that u got from 8th row. yum yum!! thinking of it makes me drools. kakakaaka!! so any1 out there who loves unagi, u may want to try it out. btw, the boss no gives me commission for promoting her restaurant here ar...i'm doing it out of "gesture of goodwill". kekekekee!! oppss, seems to me that phrase "as a gesture of goodwill" has drummed its way into my head d. byk berguna jugak oh. what to do, wanna deal with troublesome and tam sim eh customers hior must guna sedikit tactics. usually, offer them some freebies lo in order to shut them up. the most effective and simplest way to make them keep quiet is when you say the word "FREE xxx". ah-ha, then they sure ok d wan. will thank you sumore ah. see how powerful is that word. hehehe!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. wish to go out so much. but the thing is duno where to go oso la. angel is in uum, david in cyberjaya, all oso far far away from me. so sad...yin goin out with her diploma frens, al pulak family day. wat a boring sunday =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115664688817373797?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115664688817373797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115664688817373797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115664688817373797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115664688817373797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainy-beautiful-sunday.html' title='a rainy, beautiful sunday...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115425480822440536</id><published>2006-07-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:24:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of you by Selena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Late at night, when all the world is sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I stay up and think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I wish on a star that, somewhere, you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thinking of me, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Than here in my room, dreaming about you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wonder if you ever see me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I Wonder if you know I'm there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you looked in my eyes, would you see what's inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Would you even care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna hold you close; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but, so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All I have are dreams of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So I wait for the day and the courage to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes, I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Than here in my room, dreaming about you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ah, ah (Corazón) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(No puedo dejar de pensar en ti) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't stop dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Cómo te necesito) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Mi amor, cómo te extraño) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Late at night, when all the world is sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I stay up and think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I still can't believe that you came up to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And said, "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love you, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, I'm dreaming with you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Til tomorrow and for all of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Than here in my room, dreaming with you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(With you tonight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be (Rather be) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Than here in my room, dreaming with you endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I'll be dreaming) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dreaming (Of you tonight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Endlessly (And I'll be holding you tight tonight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dreaming (Dreaming) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Endlessly (With you tonight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;the above song is one of my all time favourites. have you heard before? anyway, i jz got up from my afternoon nap. suddenly got this strong urge to blog. so here i am now. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;went shoppin spree yesterday with AL at gurney plaza. i really splurged on myself this time cos i just got my FIRST pay cheque on fri. kekekeke!! managed to grab hold of 2 PDI jeans and oso a body shop perfume. the 3 items alone had already cost me a freaking RM150. plannin to get a pair of sneakers oso. smth like my loyal sketchers. saw one jacket from elle damn like it. RM109 less 50%. 1na buy d but no size. left only S. too bad so sad. anyway asked yin to help me find in KL. hopefully got M/L eh size la. hehehe! keep my fingers crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;met up with yen mei, janice, chun lin and betsy. hv not met CL n betsy since after form 5. half a decade jor. not much changes except both have grown prettier lo. hehehe. we even took a few pics 2gether and exchanged mobile numbers. it feels great to meet up with your old friends tho i'm not so close to them la. but sitting 2gether, joking, chatting and reminiscing our zaman kegemilangan back in high sch is a great thing to do and spend our time. everyone is so different now. some are workin, some still pursuing their studies and some are already married with kids. as for me, i'm doin fine in dell. just need more time to adapt to workin life and also time to learn and grasp the biz procedures, processes and application tools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;this mornin, went to perodua to test drive myvi. at 1st made up my mind wanna get myvi d. but mana tau my fren told me it is a PETROL GUZZLER la. damn chiak eu. cannot la like this. my salary cannot cover lo. instead of saving money, i got negative income. beh ho seh. so now gotta decide btwn kelisa, kenari or savvy. kinda like savvy oso la. any bad reviews or comments bout it? sigh. sakit otak wanna decide and choose la. i oso duno how leh. do help me find out ya...arigato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm...end of story tellin session. got nth much to share. actually i jz 1na post up da lyrics nia. so i sun pian write smth lo. hehehe. hv a nice day to all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115425480822440536?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115425480822440536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115425480822440536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115425480822440536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115425480822440536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreaming-of-you-by-selena.html' title='Dreaming of you by Selena'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115340574858330638</id><published>2006-07-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:31:35.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17/7 - da day i've been waiting for since i got my braces on. after almost 3 yrs of wearing those metal, finally the day to remove them has come. ngek ngek ngek. after droppin bro to work, we went to have breakfast. tummy wasnt feeling very well, so i din eat much oso la. had some apom n a glass of barli peng. after that, headed to dr.looi's. made an appt at 9am but let me waited 45mins before attending to me. damn. wasted my time nia. so boring u noe. sumore sleepy. 9.50am - at last, i managed to get into one of da rooms. da nurse came to me and then showed my my retainer n taught me how to wear lo. then asked me wait again lo for dr.looi. waited for another 10mins b4 he came in. then start takin off my braces lo. da whole process lasted bout 20-30mins nia. but the waiting time was a bit too much la. 45 mins u noe? siao eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home at bout 1smth. on9 for a while b4 i pigi tidur. woke up then watched astro lo. sigh. that was how i spent my half day at home. darn boring. was supposed to get a new toothbrush n chewing gums upon getting rid of my braces. but mission unaccomplished. gagal teruk =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/7 - did reverse buddy for a couple of hours. beauty said i improved alot. at least i sound more confident and i did not tremble anymore when i talk. however, seems like ang kong no walk pass me cos da calls i got were kinda complicating. even beauty oso tau hin. sigh. n u noe wat? my shift was supposed to end at 5pm, but i oni left my office at almost 8pm. too many things to follow up and reports to login. sumore i duno da processes n application tools which made me even less efficient and slow me down further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway, went to watch pirates of da carribean with david. err, not much comments on da movie. cos i "see no road". itz like no story line la. dun exactly und what it is all about. but orlando bloom is darn yeng n en tau la. his voice so sexy. hehehehe. y la my office no en tau bah like him ar? it sure will motivate me to go to work. haha. at least i hv smth to look forward to ma rite? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie ma go cari makan lo. by da time da movie ended, it was already 12smth d. so most of the hawker stalls oso tutup kedai jor. so decided to makan at gurney thr lo. the hawker center re-open jor ma. ordered laksa. tasted so so nia lo. miss eating da laksa in jln tengah. yum yum. dat is reali super duperlicious ler. the one in farlim oso not bad. hehe. wait till i got my own transport, i sure go jln tgh makan wan. but then again, i duno when la i can hv my own car. no vitamin M wat oso no talk. sigh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/7 - nth much happened le. went to take my retainer lo. doc said must wear full time wo for 3 mths and part time for another 3 mths. cham la. my job is to talk to cust. i cant talk properly with my retainer la. chi lei kan (chao leng tai in hokkien). sounds darn funny. kenot accept at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/7 - my shift started at 9 to 6. queue was from 9-1 and 5-6. on queue means on call la. sigh. guess i tarak potential to be cust care specialist kut. i stil cant get the hang of it. not dat i feel scared or nervous, itz just da feelin dat i couldnt handle the calls. i jz cant cope with it. n i feel like m losing control of my work n life. things j got out of control even if i hv tried my best to do wat i could but it seems like itz nvr enuf. sigh.cham la, jz a few days nia i feel like tis liao. reali doubt i can hold on to this job la. nevertheless, not gonna give up so soon la. will give it another try since my manager told me that for the time being, i dun hv to handle calls. i will help out with the e-mails instead. sigh. reali duno wat else to say jor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;datz all for this entry. feelin sleepy jor. tata!&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/13273340-115340574858330638?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115340574858330638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115340574858330638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115340574858330638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115340574858330638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/07/uncertainties.html' title='uncertainties'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115288324839225204</id><published>2006-07-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:27:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh...u must be wonderin y i would start my blog with a sigh...well, today is my 1st day handling customer calls...wat can i say? i didn't perform good enough...i stammered, lack of confidence, and i actually failed to pacify angry customers...let me start with the 1st call that i took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the cust was complanin that the ink cartridge that she got was different from the one she ordered. she sounded quite mad and annoyed. said how could we mistake this for that. so i told her i will check with the salesperson who took her order and get back to her asap. then i called da sales agent and told him bout the issue. he said that the cartridge that dell sent is actually compatible with the printer model. altho the code is a different one, it still can be used as dell always change the code numbers. before i called her, my buddy, beauty, taught me wat to say to the cust. she asked me to tell her that there is no compatibility prob as i've double confirmed with the salesperson. she could open up the cartridge and try using it. if it reali couldnt work, dell will exchange a new one for her. so i said ok la...will tell cust that...then i called cust up and told her bout it. but b4 i could actually tell her dat we would exchange da cartridge for her in case it cant be used, she already hung up on me...i was left dumb founded. n i went OH SHIT!!! not only i couldnt calm her down, i made her even angrier...beauty even tried callin her but the cust did not pick up...damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as if this isn't bad enough, i got another call comin in. this time it wasnt about compatibility prob but delivery...this is how the process n procedures are like...b4 dell sends goods to the cust, our forwarder will call cust and make appt with them...n this mr X, suggested a time between 2-5pm...anytime before 2pm he will not be around to receive the goods...so da forwarder agreed to it...but mana tau, they sent it to the cust at 12smth when he was not around...they actually left it with the maid (who knew nth) at the staircase...the cust was very unhappy with the delivery service...but he din scold me la...jz said dat dell should not provide such lousy service to cust...i kept on apologizing as i really din noe what to say to him...so i informed him that we will bring this matter up to the mgmt...and the cust said no point in bringin it up now bcos wat was done cannot be undone...at dat time, i reali duno what else i can say except to apologize...after hangin up, beauty commented that i shd not say too many "sorries"...instead i shd tell cust that we appreciate the feedback he gave to us in oder for dell to improve its services...the reason we hv to bring up the matter to the mgmt attention is bcos we owe cust an explanation...well, i really hv to salute beauty for her professionalism...she makes the issue sound so simple to resolve...haha...i've got a long long way to learn from her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now come another issue whereby the cust,ms L had placed 3 orders under 3 different names but are shipped to the same address...at 1st she called in to check the order status...so i told her that 1 is under pending status and the other 2 are in-transit and will reach her by tmrw...and then she said how come the subsequent orders could arrive earlier than the 1st order she placed with dell...i told her that it may be due to some confusion by da sales agent or that the bank has not approved the payment yet...then she answered that she din care what happened and i could hear that she was reali unhappy...said that she has arranged for a tech support ppl to setup da networking and she reali hoped that all da 3 orders could arrive at the same time...now dat her 1st order is delayed she gotta go thru the hassle of arrangin another person to do da networking on a different day...sigh...not only dat, she even said that this is probably the last time she would purchase anything from dell...damn...this is jz so shit...y la i kena all da complicating eh cases n calls? i am supposed to satisfy the cust needs but...sigh...again i failed to do so...duno wat to say d la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;apart from the 1st incident, these 2 customers din scold or hang up on me la...jz dat they were very unhappy and dissatisfied with our service...ms L even said that she din mean to vent out her anger on me...jz dat she was very disappointed with dell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nevertheless, i learnt alot from beauty today...well things were not so smooth for me, but i gotta admit it was a fruitful day...i know where my mistakes and weaknesses are and areas to improve on...i reali need to work harder and smarter...there is no short cut...nid to be exposed to more calls so that i can brush up my soft skills and negotiation skills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but anyway, not all calls are dat nasty la...there were few customers that sounded kinda happy and satisfied with my service lo...could actually sense them smiling over the phone...their satisfaction will become my motivation to push myself towards providing not only good but excellent service...wah, very ambitious ho? hahaha...hope i could reali reach that goal of mine...pray hard for me will ya? hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;datz all for now le...1na chao jor...will try to update u guys as frequent as possible la...take good care ya...adios!!&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/13273340-115288324839225204?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115288324839225204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115288324839225204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115288324839225204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115288324839225204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-1st-time.html' title='my 1st time'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115219296961329039</id><published>2006-07-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:36:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30/6/2006 - woke up at 8am and went to e-gate to do my body check up...reached there at bout 9am...waited for a while before i went into the x-ray room...the process was not tedious...i changed into a green robe and then was asked to breathe in hard and hold my breath for a few seconds...after that, the nurse told me dat i could change back to my own clothes...well dat was all...the whole process took less than a minute...fast huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, angel and ken along with dad fetched me to dell to pass my my medical report and x-ray for further verification by dell's doctor...i arrived at bout 1.45pm and registered myself at the guard house...waited for about and hour plus b4 the doctor attended to me...during the waitin period, i got to noe a few friends who happen to be my future colleagues...we chatted and exchanged phone numbers...hehe...at least i noe that i'm not all alone at dell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 4 smth, fiona from the staffing dept came and brought us to one of the meetin rooms to brief us as well as to sign the offer letter...after that, ma balik kampung lo...hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/7/2006 - 1st day of trainin...well i wore a bit more formal for my day 1 at dell to convey a good impression...a 3/4 sleeve shirt and a pair of black slacks...and a small black handbag...waited for my friends a.k.a colleagues at the employees entrance...patricia yap, our team manager, came down and bought us in to the office...it is a big building and now it's in da midst of expansion and renovation...after that, we were introduced to our trainer, karen and melissa...they are really nice and friendly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a little bit of self introduction b4 the trainin started...they briefed us about the overview of customer care as well as the responsibilities of a customer care specialist...a tough job i have to say...it's not as simple as what i 1st thought...there are alot to learn n practise i.e. call privacy, soft skills and negotiation skills, listenin skills and we also did role plays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? mei chen is also workin in dell...but her position is a temporary one and her contract will end in sept...but it really surprised me to see her there...feels so great to see a familiar face...we have not seen or contacted each other after we graduated from sggs...and that is like about half a decade ago...such a big world and yet so small...never thought i can see her again after so long...not only that, we actually are workin in the same company...can tumpang her car to come to work and oso go back home for the time being...hehe...lucky me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/7/2006 - 2nd day of trainin...i wore jeans and a turtleneck top...we continued with our soft skills and negotiation skills trainin...well these are the most essential skills that every customer care specialist must possess to provide a satisfactory service to customers...did more role plays today...karen gave us goodies to encourage our participation...after that, we were briefed on QA call audits...this is an audit that is performed by the team manager and QA team...according to them, all the calls will be recorded to assess our performance and also to identify our strengths and weaknesses...isn't this scary? i'll have to pass this audit test before i can actually handle the customers on my own...phew...sweat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/7/2006 - today we learnt bout iCARE, an application tool that is specially created for customer care specialists...this is where we could check the customers' orders, delivery status, etc...well m not an expert yet cos i have yet to actually use the application...but they say that it will help to ease our job...it actually sounds really complicating and i guess i really need time to adapt and learn using it...like i said, it is definitely not an easy job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/7/2006 - today we learnt even more application tools which are used kinda often...for example, DRAGON, iSMARTS, HOST IV, CHESS, DCSS, etc...sounds really alien huh? nvm cos i myself don't really know how to use those foreign tools...m a lil worried that i will not be able to cope but then again i hv to try in order to find out if this job suits me...from what i can see, there are lotsa things to learn (cos my job deals with all the depts in dell = pau sua pau hai) and it is a good opportunity to gain experience and c how far i could go from here...nevertheless, it all depends if i could hold on to this job long enuf to start spreading my wings and building my career path...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;as for tomorrow, i'll be assigned to a senior known as buddy training...my "buddy" will guide me and i'll have to observe and learn from him/her the ways to handle customer calls...let's hope i'll get a nice and helpful "buddy"...keep fingers crossed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la...guess that's all for now...signin off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115219296961329039?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115219296961329039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115219296961329039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115219296961329039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115219296961329039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/07/dell.html' title='dell'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115172859524928488</id><published>2006-07-01T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:41:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dear all, just wanna inform u guys that i finally got a job at dell...i'll b workin as a customer care specialist...da title sounds fantastic huh? but basically what i do is to deal with customers from different markets i.e. ANZ, india, malaysia etc...hope tis isnt gonna be too tough for me...u noe la...different customers different attitudes...some are very unpredictable...jz hope that things go smoothly for me...a 15 or 16 days trainin will be provided to train us on handling the phone calls and so on...after that there will be another assessment to assess our performance...phew...dell sure aint gonna make our lives ez...but the pay is good...and da benefits are also attractive...we will be paid bonus at the end of the year on a pro rata basis...then if the company is doin good and satisfied with the staff performance we will be given a 7% incentive as well...sounds reali great ya? haha...and the best part is i'm a direct/permanent employee of dell and not thru any agency...so my job is sorta more secure than those with contracts or whatsoever...but well i sure do hope i can hang on till then cos i heard the turnover rate from this dept is very high...let's keep our fingers crossed and pray hard...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll hv to report to work on this comin mon 3/7...it all kinda happens a lil bit too sudden for me...tho i've been unemployed for a period of time, now that i got a job, i feel like m not very ready to work yet...i've gone thru 5 intvs b4 i landed myself with this one...but anyhow, i'm happy that i've got a job...guess i shd not be complainin so much...haha...well to those out there who are stayin in pg n still lookin for a job, i may be able to help u cos dell has got a prgm called "employee referral prgm". but m not sure how it actually works...if ur interested i may help u to find out more bout it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that's all for da time being...all the best to those who are already workin or lookin for job. not to forget my friends who are still studyin too...gambatte!! u can do it!!! signin off...88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115172859524928488?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115172859524928488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115172859524928488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115172859524928488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115172859524928488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-all-just-wanna-inform-u-guys-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-115095201428721330</id><published>2006-06-22T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:55:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wassup dude? i hope everyone is doin great. well i've completed my studies at long last and now waiting for da convo which will be held in aug i think. date is yet to confirm. currently i'm jobless and enjoyin my boring life to its fullest. worked part time for 4 days at pisa with msci which is a database mgmt company. got to noe a lot of new frens. had a great time too tho da job was a bit "dead". data entry, so wad ya expect rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my final sem results were out last fri. guess wat? this is some great news that i would like to share with all of u. not oni i passed all the papers but i actually managed to get a 1st class hons which means i do not have to repay da ptptn loan. hooray!! finally i got my dreams come true. my hard work paid off. i'm just so so so so damn happy. couldn't stop myself from smilin thinkin of how lucky i am to hv my dreams come true. i'm one lucky person. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much to write as my life revolves around food n dvds n internet n sleep nia. sounds extremely boring huh? but anyway any1 who wants to meet up can jz give me a call. i'm kinda free these days. aiya, unemployed ma. so ma stay at home lo. no vitamin M to go shoppin or holiday. very ke lian actually. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok d la. enuf of craps. take good care. chiaoz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-115095201428721330?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/115095201428721330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=115095201428721330&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115095201428721330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/115095201428721330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/06/lucky-me.html' title='lucky me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-114197569919426924</id><published>2006-03-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:28:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now only i realize i haven't blogged for such a long time. this is gonna be my very 1st entry in 2006. hehe. just like what i'd predicted when i 1st started blogging that i wouldn't be able to keep up with this for long. now that i've lost my zest for life, i have even less reasons to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh. don't know why, i feel kinda down and upset all of sudden. i guess it must because of those insurmountable asgmts that i have to do. seldom would i feel so stressed out except during finals. now everything is like so meaningless to me; the food that i eat, the things that i do; it all seems so "not right" at the moment. i'm really worn out this time. feel so lost. life is so tiring. being a utar student makes things even worse for me. well i'm not here to condemn utar but i'm just so f*cked up. i really need a break. cant wait to leave this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't even know what to write anymore. i wouldn't want to flood my blogspot with unhappy memories. i'm even thinking of deleting this blog thing. no point i keep it if i only blog once in a extremely blue moon it rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-114197569919426924?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/114197569919426924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=114197569919426924&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/114197569919426924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/114197569919426924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2006/03/cest-la-vie.html' title='c&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-113449353526483286</id><published>2005-12-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:40:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november's chopin rocks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm sure most ppl have heard of jay's latest album. isn't it just too great? i'm so in love with all his songs. they are so unique and meaningful (tho i don't really understand chinese). just bought it yesterday nia at times square. cost me a freaking RM44.90. it's kinda expensive but hell it's worth it le. try listening to all his songs and u'll noe wat i mean. i'll never get bored listening to them over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;went to ipoh for da weekend. spent 2 days 2 night at al's uncle hse. at 1st we planned to go back pg on fri right after SPM. all said ok, no problem. but after a couple of hrs they changed their mind saying that it was too troublesome to travel back and forth. fine. we cancelled it then. so on sat, yin al and i went to spca (we planned to adopt a pup). then suddenly neo sms-ed al asking us whether we wanna go back mou. wtf!! they were da ones who said din want to go back, and now they were also da ones who said wanna go back. i mean what did they expect us to do? we were half way reaching spca. they couldnt expect us to rush back to sg.long immediately rite? we were stuck in da traffic sumore. and if we all went back, yin will be left alone. so finally al and i decided not to go back. i was really mad at them. i mean who wasnt? who wouldn't?? jz put themselves in my shoe and they'd noe how it feels when their frens go back on their words. but anyway let bygones be bygones. i wouldn't want to think of it now. wouldnt hope this matter to hurt da great friendship that we share. but i just hope it wouldn't happen again. not anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway, we went to spca in hoping we could adopt a pup. saw many dogs and pups there. some are so darn cute i jz couldnt resist bringing all of them home. and there were the beagle named miko, 11 months old and a pup, unknown, a few months old, dat yin and i loved so much. talking bout love at 1st sight, these 2 pups reali made me fell head over heels with them. hahahaha! so we went to da register counter asking about da procedures and all. but the lady told us dat they wouldn't allow students to adopt dogs or pups. this is because they are afraid the students do not have the time to take care of the pups and few months down da road they will be returning da pups back to the spca. too bad, so sad. yin and i were damn disappointed. tried convincing da lady but she just wouldnt agree. sigh. what else could we do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;on our way back to sg.long, we went to air terjun sg.gabai to buy some putu piring. yum yum...they sure were delicious *drooling*. if u dont noe what i am talkin about, feel free to drop by at al's blog. i guess she'll post the pics up when she's free. hehehe. simple and cheap local food but yet still taste SO SO good. heaven food haven...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after that, we had dinner some nearby. had chicken tom yam, telur dadar and kailan ikan masin. wasnt a satisfying meal tho. went back home to pack our things and off we went to ipoh. started da journey at bout 9 or 9smth. reached around 12am. al's uncle brought us to have supper. ate chicken wings, ikan bakar and fried koay teow mee. *burp*. wah...very da extremely full la. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;da next morning (sunday) we woke up at bout 9.30am. as for breakfast we had dim sum at fuh san restaurant. so many ppl lo. but luckily we waited for a while nia. after dim sum, uncle kheong brought us to ipoh spca. again we found a pup we kinda like and this time we asked uncle kheong to help us. i guess we just didn't have da luck. mission FAILED!! well let's hope there is someone out there who wishes to give away his/her pup or dog. i've been wanting to have a pup since i was small. really hope my wish will come true *keep my fingers crossed*. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;da next destination was ipoh jusco. we walked aimlessly as we've got nth much to buy. helped yin to search for x'mas present for her colleague. she ended up buying a mug at watson. at bout 4smth or 5pm, uncle kheong came and fetched us from jusco. had an early dinner. ate ipoh famous "taugeh chicken" (nga choi kai). yum yum. it tasted soooooooo good. nth in sg.long can be compared to this. it was simply delicious. indeed, it was too delicious to describe. *drooling again*. ngek ngek ngek...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;went for a midnight show at jusco at 11.30pm. watched the chronicles of narnia. IMHO, it was a great movie. full of fantasy, nice scenery, snow, etc. i love aslan (the lion), the adorable beavers, mr.tumnus, and last but not least, the handsome peter. hehehe. a movie worth watching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;monday, 12th dec - had our breakfast wif al's grandma and uncle meng. after that, we proceeded to another coffee shop to have our white coffee and egg custard. another heaven food haven. *contented sigh*. before we went back to sg.long, we dropped by at perak cave. erm, nth much to see there. at bout 2.15pm, we decided to balik kampung. sesat for bout an hr in ipoh before we found our way home. hahaha. can't blame us tho. it was our (yin and i) 1st time there ma. blame al la, da skill-less ipoh tour guide.hehehe. jz kidding la. no offence ya, al?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;another movie at times square. this time we watched aeonflux, some sci-fi movie recommended by yin. not a bad movie. very high-tech. reached home at almost 12am. it was definitely a very tiring day esp for yin. she drove all da way from ipoh to times square to sg.long. well i must really salute her la. however, she tuang kerja da next day. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;enough for today's entry. i'm sleepy oso d la. wanna visit my slumberland jor. nitez...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-113449353526483286?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/113449353526483286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=113449353526483286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/113449353526483286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/113449353526483286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/12/novembers-chopin-rocks.html' title='november&apos;s chopin rocks!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-113406321684801144</id><published>2005-12-09T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:39:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's not how much u accomplish in life that really counts&lt;br /&gt;but how much u give to others&lt;br /&gt;it's not how high u build ur dreams that make a difference&lt;br /&gt;but how high ur faith can climb&lt;br /&gt;it's not how many goals u can reachbut how many lives u can touch&lt;br /&gt;it's not who u know that matters&lt;br /&gt;but who u are inside&lt;br /&gt;believe in the impossible&lt;br /&gt;hold tight to the incredible&lt;br /&gt;and live each day to its fullest potential&lt;br /&gt;you can make a difference to your world...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~NEVER QUIT~&lt;br /&gt;believe in urself&lt;br /&gt;ur vision of ur future&lt;br /&gt;keep ur dreams alive&lt;br /&gt;despite the challenges along the way&lt;br /&gt;dont be afraid of change&lt;br /&gt;grow and learn as u go&lt;br /&gt;move ahead with confidence&lt;br /&gt;always reach forward&lt;br /&gt;challenge the impossible&lt;br /&gt;and risk urself the limits&lt;br /&gt;opportunities ahead are endless&lt;br /&gt;never quit until u win&lt;br /&gt;u have greatness within u&lt;br /&gt;nurture it with hope and passion&lt;br /&gt;there'll be NOTHING u cant do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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ponder'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-113375763092437501</id><published>2005-12-05T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:35:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he should be 29-years-old today. how i wish i could wish him happy birthday. but the fact is i'll never have the chance to do so. 5 years have passed by since the day he left us. i guess everybody still misses him as much as i do. mum and dad especially. no matter what i do, i could never replace bro in their heart. but i just hope time would really heal their pain of losing their dearest son. mine hasn't recovered yet. people always say that time is the greatest way to heal someone's wound. i wonder, have their wounds healed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever it is, wherever you are, i jz wanna wish u happy birthday, bro (tho u may not able to hear it). love u now, always and forever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-113375763092437501?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/113375763092437501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=113375763092437501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/113375763092437501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/113375763092437501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-bro.html' title='happy birthday, bro'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-113361986659752734</id><published>2005-12-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:29:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long awaited entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;been away from this blogging business for quite a while. a lot of things happened during these past few weeks. i had an accident (the 1st accident in my life but thk god no one was injured) on the way back to ulu long after our 1 week raya break. ken wee's car (poor this fella), was sent to the workshop somewhere in ipoh. and as for us (al, yonnie, parkking, ken wee and i), we were stranded in the slim river police station for at least 6hrs. can u actually imagine that? 6 damn long and boring hours doing nothing. and we were all darn hungry. but lucky us, there was this so called mamak opposite da police station. so al yonnie and parkking went there for dinner and ta pau mee goreng for ken wee and i. one word to describe da mee - YUCKS! it was terrible, horrible and vegetable. actually it has nothing to do with vegetable but i simply included the word because they rhyme perfectly dont they? haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since ken wee's car was towed to the ipoh workshop, we had no choice but to call up his father's friend who stays in cheras to come and fetched us. the uncle arrived at bout 8 smth (alhamdulilah =p). we were then caught in the stupid traffic for another 3 hours plus before reaching ulu long. and by then it was already midnight. that was da longest journey i'd ever travelled from pg to kl. it took us more than 15hrs to reach (we started da journey at 9am).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day when we woke up, everybody "ached here and there". al n i had stiff necks while yonnie n parkking had muscles pain. i had a hard time turning my neck while talking to my friends. this lasted for about 4-5 days before i fully recovered. sigh...lucky us really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the zoo negara a couple of weeks ago with nee, angel and al. the condition there was so poor that i felt really bad for the animals. they were sorta ill-treated. sigh. even malacca zoo is a million times better than our national zoo. well just look at the zoo in singapore (i haven't been there before but my friends told me that it is very well maintained). doesn't our government feel embarass? tsk tsk. really no cure la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a lot during this short semester. what to do? my pc kena virus. brought it to TYM to reformat and dat cost me rm35. it stayed at the ICU for about a week before discharging. as if that wasn't enough, my pc went bonkers, haywire watever u choose to call it. AGAIN!! my pc just refused to shut down after i switched it on. i was left with no choice but to turn off da power. SHIT!! sent it to TYM again and this time i was charged rm150 for adding 1 RAM to 512MB. i thought things will be alrite but then...sigh. very bad luck lo. still da problem persist. but it was slightly better this time. my pc could shut down but oni it takes kinda long for it to do so. sigh. can somebody help me diagnose watz wrong with my pc? damn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from the pc fair held at klcc about 2 hours. bought myself a USB card 256MB - rm68. it was very small n light. weigh about 3gram i think. and i got a pair of free earphone with the purchase. also bought a somic headphone for rm7. had genki sushi for lunch but it wasnt a satisfying meal tho. da sushi was great but the bento set wasnt. da unagi bento at 8th row tastes even better. tsk tsk. wat a disappoinment. well nth could be done now. too bad, so sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. itz time for me to stop crapping jor. i should be seated in front of my study table instead of having my butt glued here. haha. next wed is my exam. 1st paper is international business followed by strategic planning and mgmt. the latter paper is on fri, 9th dec. and da final one is moral which will be on da 17th dec. stupid huh da time table arrangement? we gotta wait for 8 long days in ulu long. tsk tsk. utar really no skill la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really gotta run now. till then chiaoz dudez!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-113361986659752734?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/113361986659752734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=113361986659752734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/113361986659752734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/113361986659752734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-awaited-entry.html' title='a long awaited entry'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112937277744569190</id><published>2005-10-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:23:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dances with the dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been disappearing for awhile since i came back from pg. i'm jz too lazy to update my blog nowadays. seems like my passion for blogging has died jor. hahaha. typical mich. new toilet ma, haven't u guys heard before? i'm jz so predictable aint i? hehe. it has been a jz week since left my lovely hometown, pearl of the orient. but it feels like i've been away from home for a decade. argh, i miss my mum n dad. not to forget the tasty, delicious and mouth watering food in pg. yum...*droolin* oppss, excuse me. i gotta wipe off my saliva. hehehehe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as usual, my uni life revolves around asgmts, asgmts and even more asgmts. sigh talking bout gettin an adrenaline rush...this is "killing me softly". now that i'm in my final sem, i've got another thesis to worry about. met my supervisor last wed. thk god she's a nice malay lady. we were asked to prepare a draft questionnaire on the topic we are doing. plus we must at least set 3 objectives regarding our research and the literature review must also be done. all these must be complete by the next meeting which is the comin wed. *sweat a big time* with thesis to concentrate on one hand, i've got 3 asgmts (strategic planning and mgmt, international biz and pendidikan moral) on the other. can u believe it that even PM has got to do an asgmt? jeelakak betui!! esh esh...at 1st i thought this sem will be our honeymoon sem, but only god knows that i've got so much obligations to fulfill. sigh. i've even brought with me 2 korean dramas thinking that i could watch them wif my fellow hsemates. ma na eh cai wa boh eng kua toh ci ek. life life life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; planning to go out tmrw. since bel has to go to pj, we jz tag along lo. then sun pian can get reigme her birthday present oso ma. her royal day is jz a few days away nia. i suggested to get her a puppet. u noe, the toy that u slip ur hand inside and then talk wan ar...those kiddy toys lo. but dat will be our last choice la if we dont know what else to get her. anyway, i'm looking forward goin out tmrw. itz so bored to stay at home all day rushing for asgmts. sien ka si ar. need some air to freshen up my "tangled" mind. hehehe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jz finished watching a cantonese movie entitled "dances with the dragon". this movie was produced in 1991 starring andy lau and cheung man. one of my all time fav. it is about a love story btwn long ka chun (andy) and yut kong (cheung man). chun is a darn rich, kind hearted and good looking guy who falls in love with yut kong when he 1st met her on the street. coincidentally, yut kong is 1 the the staff who works in chun's company. but their love starts to grow when chun pretends to be "tai lok kai" (mainland chicken) workin with yut kong's mum in a store in "tai yu san". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well this movie is highly recommended la provided u r a romance fanatic. a must watch sumore lo. but it is rather difficult to get hold of the vcd cos it was already 14 yrs old. hehehe. not only the movie is great, the soundtrack oso very nice lo. very "long man". one of the songs is "zai wen wo ba" by andy lau. a very old song. to those who are andy's fans, i'm sure u noe the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hmm...i guess that's all for today. hv a nice weekend. choi kin =p&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/13273340-112937277744569190?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112937277744569190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112937277744569190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112937277744569190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112937277744569190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/10/dances-with-dragon.html' title='dances with the dragon'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112771284685670184</id><published>2005-09-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:34:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first of all, this entry is specially dedicated to yin and al. ok guys, after being inactive for so long, here i am finally. hahaha. happy to see me back again mou? to yin, howz life in SL without the SL nutcases huh? bet ur so so so bored without our presence, arent you? hahaha. but don't worry, we'll be back soon le. u jz gotta hang on for less-than-a-couple of weeks nia ma. time flies. before you noe it, we'll be appearing right in front of "our" doorstep. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been watching korean drama and healing hands III since i come back from SL. did nth much oso la. eat, sleep, tv and it goes on and on and on. basically, that has become my daily routine since i've got nth better to do. too bad too sad. my kaki lepak is in kedah. when it is my semester break, she has classes. when my new semester begins, her sem break begins too. sigh. yau yun mou fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've got nth much to update u guys actually except that i'm back in pg d. li wei, come find me la. i'm damn mou liu at home u noe. or maybe ur too bz pak thor-ing till u dun hv time to entertain me. sigh. yau yi seng, mou yan seng ar u. hehehe. anyway i bet she won't be reading my blog oso la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wanted to write a poem and post it up but i've got no ilham yet. hahaha. wait till i have the sudden idea and urge to do so la. but i can guarantee you it wont be soon. hehehe. datz sooooo like me - michelle the procrastinator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess this is all for now. i wanna go makan my cheese cake jor. bought on sat kept till today oni i eat. hehehe. save the best for last ma, haven't you heard of it before?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;till then, chiaoz!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112771284685670184?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112771284685670184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112771284685670184&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112771284685670184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112771284685670184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-so-long.html' title='after so long'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112479971058916505</id><published>2005-08-23T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:25:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers for my lil cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess this happens as a shock to everyone in the family. where should i begin with? mum called me this evening at bout 6 smth. i just woke up at that time. kinda "stim" and duh duh. but when she broke the news to me, i was wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjie, my 5 yrs old cute lil cousin, is admitted to hospital to undergo an operation. well i don't really know how to tell you what's wrong with him, but i'm worried sick now. there is nothing i could do right now. bel offered to fetch me to the hospital, but...i don't know. i mean even if i go there, i can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can really do right now i to pray for him. hope that everything will be fine. well pals, if u guys are reading my blog, pls do pray for benjie too ok? thank you. i really need you guys to pray together with me that he'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing much to say as for now. will update u guys if there's anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112479971058916505?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112479971058916505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112479971058916505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112479971058916505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112479971058916505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayers-for-my-lil-cousin.html' title='prayers for my lil cousin'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112335640609124739</id><published>2005-08-07T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:30:24.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yee haw!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;itz me back in pg. hahaha! came back yesterday nia. after fsa tutorial, al, yon, parkking and i went back home to pack our things. at 2.30pm, bel fetched us to serdang ktm. from there we went to kl central and took another lrt to reach masjid jamek. walked bout 10mins before reaching pudu. phew. it was really hot and we were all sweating profusely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damn! the tickets to pg were fully sold out. i wonder what's the occasion why everyone seems to be rushing back to pg. al and i went to numerous counters asking and waiting before "hitting d jackpot". most of da counters dat i asked said that tix to pg were not available. either that at 7pm, 8pm or even midnite. OMG! this couldn't be happening. i WANT to go back to pg no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally, after asking bout 10 or more booths, i landed on da rite one. thk god. after asking, the man said "ada ticket. sekarang. mau?" of course i answered yes la. abo i wun be in pg rite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the my adventurous journey has yet to end here. after buying the tix, al and i happily went to platform 16 to wait for our express bus. then suddenly this young man came and approached al. he said he bought the tix to pg and the bus was supposed to arrive at 4.30pm. we were kinda surprised as our bus number and his was da same but the man told me the bus would be arriving at 5pm. then another lady came up to us and said that she was going to SP. the most ridiculous thing was that her bus number was also the same as ours. shit! i mean how could dat happen? SP and pg? da same bus? holy shit!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after waiting for bout 10-15minutes, a man came. he was hollering "bus nombor 5816 ikut saya." so we ma followed him lo. and here comes da greatest part of all. guess what happened? i paid a good RM30 expecting an express bus with comfy seats and functioning aircond. this was what i personally thought i would be getting. and then reality hit me hard. TADA!! a SCHOOL BUS!!!! can you believe it? RM30 for a sch bus? it must be da biggest joke ever. i was like "oh no! it couldn't be daaaaaat bus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"penang sila naik bas sekolah" was wat the man said. fark! al and i were fuming mad at that time. if u were with us, u'd be able to see da smoke emitting from our heads. cilakak betui! but what can we do? it was either a take-it-or-leave-it decision as to go back to pg or to wait for a few more hrs for da next bus. it wasn't really a choice for us tho. i mean who la wants to wait only god knows how long rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went up tp the sch bus and took da seats in d middle. thk god da aircond was functioning. not very cold la but still acceptable lo. well the seats were kinda uncomfortable as it wasn't as spacious as those of the express bus. sigh. what could we do? nevertheless, we were considered lucky oso la compared to yon and parkking who were once forced to take a bas kilang to butterworth (dat was during CNY la). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;reached pg bout 11.30pm. phew. at long last we were home jor. dad and mom came to pick me up at the new bus station near pesta. took us to sany char koay teow for our dinner a.k.a supper. hehe. we both ordered 2 koay teow besar and limau ais. yum yum. sany's ckt is one of the best koay teow in pg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now, well it's actually way past my bed time jor. i hv an appoinment wif my dentist this mornin at 9am and now it's already 3am jor. haha. mum gonna screams at me if she knows bout it tmrw (ooppss no longer tmrw. itz TODAY). but once in a blue moon ma let her scold lo. but she ng seh tak to really scold me oso la. cos i only come back once a while nia ma. hehe. i noe she misses me cos i miss her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, i had a superb time yesterday. went to swatow lane wif kwang to mum mum ice kacang. then he intro-ed 2 of his frens to me. to be precise 1 fren nia la cos the other one was my senior back in high sch. her name is yee von. and d other guy is called wen tuan. hehe. after makan, we headed to pc fair lo. din buy anything oso la. saje followed them nia la since i had got nth better to do ma. btw angel, mr.felix bought a new maroon proton aeroback 1.5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he then dropped me off at the church of lady of sorrow beside heng ee primary. sch. had dinner wif dad and mum at 5 tiau lor. ate chu char. food ok lo. then reached home bout 9pm. hadn't got time to bathe cos jen will be coming to fetch me at 9.15pm onwards. wah lau eh...suddenly bz till no time to pom pom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jen only arrived at 9.50pm. shit. i shd had taken my bath. too late. went to fetch kwang from his hse. then off we pigi coffee bean at belisa row there. shared a regular ice blended mocha wif al. we were having a great time laughing our arses off. u noe la, silly jokes and stunts and expressions. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11.45pm. dropped kwang off at his hse. since we were in farlim, we decided to visit anu. went to her hse chit-chatted for about 45mins then bla d lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, end of report jor. i gotta split d la. hope i can wake up at 8am "today". if not, my mum is gonna "fry" me. hehe. ta jia, wan an!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112335640609124739?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112335640609124739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112335640609124739&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112335640609124739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112335640609124739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/08/yee-haw.html' title='yee haw!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112314582051336831</id><published>2005-08-04T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:57:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't jz hope..decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey guys...i copied this from friendster's bulletin board...go on and read it..itz meaningful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about- the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one occurred a mere two-feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave&lt;br /&gt;each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the&lt;br /&gt;father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, "Me, too, Dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son's face in his hands said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Hi, baby girl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember&lt;br /&gt;seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. "I love you so&lt;br /&gt;much!" They stared at each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both&lt;br /&gt;hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they&lt;br /&gt;couldn't possibly be. I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was&lt;br /&gt;in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face. "Well then, how long have you been away?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. "Two whole days!" Two&lt;br /&gt;days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he'd been gone for at&lt;br /&gt;least several weeks-if not months. I know my statement betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that&lt;br /&gt;burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope, friend . . . decide!" Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he and his family turned and strode away together. I was still watching that exceptional man and his special family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and&lt;br /&gt;asked, "What 'cha looking at?" Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I&lt;br /&gt;replied, "My future!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112314582051336831?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112314582051336831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112314582051336831&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112314582051336831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112314582051336831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-jz-hopedecide.html' title='don&apos;t jz hope..decide'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112314477327328858</id><published>2005-08-04T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:39:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ladies and gentleman, i have an announcement which i hope to share with u. I AM GOIN BACK TO PENANG ON THIS COMING FRIDAY!!! huak huak huak huak...happy nia aku. the last time i went back was bout 1 mth plus ago. you wouldn't noe how excited i am right now. i jz couldn't wait to get back to my food haven. oh food, food, glorious food, here i come for u.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;report of the day - went to "shang" MA tutorial yesterday morning. as usual, i was half listening half dreaming. after that, we went to recharge battery before we started working on our OD asgmt. while they (al, cy, reigme, ivy and ah moi) were discussing, i was chattin with my long-time-no-see-and-chat uncle pete. hehehe. i've lost count how long i didnt meet him online since he started his new job in canada. e-mailed him a couple of times but he hardly replied. i even sms-ed him but sigh...no reply as well. wasted my hp credit nia. cilakak betui! anyway, i was really glad that he's doin fine there. he even told me that he got promoted recently and planned to get a new hse or apartment. well that's a great news. hehehe. how i wish i could visit him. it's been 5 yrs since he last came back. time reali flies huh? half a decade d. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehe. Ponteng MA lecture. Reali couldn’t help it though. He was blabbering bout some kind of functional and divisional structure. Aiyoh…darn long winded nia. Couldn’t he jz go straight to the point? Why must he cast a spell on me and make me fall asleep? Tsk tsk tsk. Datz why I chose to come back here and wash some clothes before leaving sg.long. ngek ngek ngek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy, itz so nice to be happy. will go for a swim later with sin lui. hehe. then after that, i'll be cooking cheese baked rice. yum yum. one last dinner with fellow hsemates before goin back to pg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've nth much to update as for now. wait till i come back from pg la then i continue story-ing u all. have a nice day dudes...chiaoz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112314477327328858?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112314477327328858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112314477327328858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112314477327328858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112314477327328858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-day.html' title='happy day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112274810556917916</id><published>2005-07-31T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T02:42:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a better deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a teacher and his student lying down under a big tree near a big grass area.Then, suddenly, the student asked the teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Student : Teacher, I'm confused, how can we find our soul-mate? Can you please help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : (Silent for few second, than he answer) Well, it's a pretty hard and easy question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : (Thinking hard) Huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Look on that way, there are a lot of grass there, why don't you walk there but please never walk backward, just walk straight ahead. On your way, try to find a beautiful grass and pick it up then give it to me. But just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Well, ok then... wait for me... (walked straight ahead to the grass field).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Em, well I don't see any beautiful grass on your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : On my journey, I found few beautiful grass, but I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn't pick it up. But I didn't realize that I'm at the end of the field, and I hadn't picked up any. Cause you told me not to go back, so I didn't go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : That's what happened in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the message of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Grass - is people around you&lt;br /&gt;* Beautiful Grass - is people that attract you&lt;br /&gt;* Grass Field - is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In looking for your soulmate, please don't always compare and hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you'll waste your lifetime, cause remember "Time Never Goes Back". It applies the same in finding your ideal life partner, your suitable career or business, therefore the morale is LOVE &amp;amp; grab hold of the opportunity that you have now, don't waste time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There Can Be Only One~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times we stare too long at the closed door that we ignore the one that has already been opened for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112274810556917916?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112274810556917916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112274810556917916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112274810556917916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112274810556917916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-deal_31.html' title='a better deal'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112273988353985226</id><published>2005-07-31T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:16:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza for dinner, any1?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;itz me again! i've got nth better to do so datz why i choose to blog. hehehehe. you must think i'm very free right now seeing me online and blog so frequently. the truth is, i'm plain bored ler. nowhere to go during weekends. i'm suppose to start working on my asgmt, but as usual la, being the princess of procrastinator (after you yin, the queen of procrastinator, tho i don't see u delaying ur work), the OD asgmt has got to wait for a couple of days more. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pizza hut for dinner. ordered set meal 2 (2 reg pizza, 4 soups, 1 jag of pepsi, 4 breadstix) plus another set of cheesy pizza (1 reg pizza, 2 soups, 2 glasses of pepsi and 1 garlic bread). the service crew who took our order was so surprised when we ordered 2 sets of pizzas. hahaha. her stunned reaction was almost hilarious. it was as if she couldn't believe we girls could eat 3 regular pizzas. but come on la, 1 reg pizza is for 2 servings ma. we had 6 ppl altogether so 3 reg pizzas ok ma. wonder why she looked so surprised. hehehe. i couldn't finish da last piece so i ate only the chicken chunks and pineapple leaving the bread half untouched. well this is typical michie leong ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner-ing at PH, we went to giant to get some groceries as we plan to cook this coming week. i myself bought chocolates, some apples and hot chocolate. hehehe. i jz can't stop craving for chocolates. i love them too much. yum yum. taste great. i heard that eatin chocolates will make ppl happy. so no harm ma rite? yea i noe itz fattening but i can always go for a skinny-dip after that. hehehe. oh chocolates, here i come babeh!!! huak huak huak huak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like bel and i will go for a swim again tmrw. aiyah, u noe la, after eating pizza lagi fattening. so we gotta exercise and swim more to offset the extra pounds that we gain from non-stop eating of junk food, tidbits, cheese and the list goes on and on and on. hehehee. rmbr, i live to eat and NOT eat to live. i can never say no to any mouth-watering food. so it's kinda hard for me to control my diet le. which means i will only gain extra pounds instead of losing them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many rape and murder cases have been happening around in sg.long. i shuddered at the thought of it. those victims, they were so innocent. the mgmt in sg.long has been covering up the cases as i don't see any news regarding those cases were reported in the newspaper or the media. either that, the victims did not report to the police. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double sigh. the world is no longer safe for us. you just gotta flip open the newspaper and u'll see all those bombings, murder and rape cases lining up as the headlines of the day. those news have become the highlights and attention of the society and media. despite these negative news, our government is more interested in the minor things i.e. APs. sigh. they are behaving like a bunch of silly kids fighting over candies and toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it saddened me that ppl could be so cruel and brutal. how could they do that to those young and innocent girls? how could they rape and murder them just like dat? don't they feel guilty? don't they feel anything at all? how could they??!! i really couldn't understand. lives are so fragile. young girls like us are so vulnerable, so easily hurt. how could we protect ourselves? even ppl like canny ong, who was a black belt holder, couldn't even proctect herself let alone girls who don't know any self-defence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the raping and murdering epidemic in sg.long are really frightening. i couldn't stop shivering thinking bout it all. what a sad sad world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112273988353985226?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112273988353985226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112273988353985226&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112273988353985226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112273988353985226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/07/pizza-for-dinner-any1.html' title='pizza for dinner, any1?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112271349623431175</id><published>2005-07-30T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:55:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you're mad with someone , and nobody's there to fix the situation... You fix it .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend . And if u don't, tomorrow can be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in love with somebody , but that person doesn't know... tell her/him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today, that person is also in love with you .&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you really want to kiss somebody... kiss her/him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that person wants a kiss from you, too . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you don't kiss her/him today, tomorrow can be too late . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you still love a person that you think has forgetten you... tell her/him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that person have always loved you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you don't tell her/him today , tomorrow can be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you need a hug of a friend... ask her/him for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe they need it more than you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you don't ask for it today, tomorrow can be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you really have friends who you appreciate... tell them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they appreciate you as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That if you don't and they leave or go far away today , tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do it .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That if you don't and they leave today , then tomorrow can be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112271349623431175?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112271349623431175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112271349623431175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112271349623431175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112271349623431175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/07/never-too-late.html' title='never too late'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112270812872654103</id><published>2005-07-30T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T15:36:18.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remain hopeful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing is worse than someone breaking your heart. To need somebody so badly and then to have to let them go is hard. And as we grow older, the more people break our heart, the worse it can feel each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Broken hearts are depressing, embarrasing and difficult. Fortunately, heartbreak doesn't last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let yourself let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In dealing with a broken heart, the first thing is to let go completely. If it was not meant to be, then just let them go, and trust that someone better is going to come along. If we go back to that person who broke our hearts, they will see us as nothing more than defeated, and we would risk embarassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A good way to just let go is to resist the urge to return, and simply avoid calling them on the phone, emailing or contacting them otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feel your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's okay to feel bad. Take some time to feel bad. Take a walk by yourself, or listen to some sad music. There is value to every feeling, as every feeling teaches us something new about ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talk to somebody about it. A close friend will let you vent all of your anger.As time goes on we and move further andfurther away into the 'past.' And as each day passes by, the hurt will go away, little by little, until we don't even remember the pain at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep your eyes forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The future is rushing towards us faster than we can comprehend, and if we keepour heads turned backwards, looking at the past, we will miss seeing everything that the future is bringing to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112270812872654103?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112270812872654103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112270812872654103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112270812872654103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112270812872654103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/07/remain-hopeful.html' title='remain hopeful'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112256065617178238</id><published>2005-07-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:50:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food, glorious food!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;does anyone noe if there is any good food in kl? i mean real GOOD food la. sigh. in sg.long we can hardly find any "can pass eh" food. everyday if not mamak then leong sing. yucks! very da jelak la. talking bout food, i miss pg so so much le. thinking of all those glorious food makes me lau hau sui. 1 month plus before i can go back to my food haven. double sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now hat i've finally passed up my e-commerce asgmt, i could at least sit back and relax for a couple of days before start working on OD asgmt. and after this, i've to start preparing for final exam jor. sien-nez nia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just finished watching "triumph in the skies". i lost count of how many times i've re-watched this tvb drama jor. hahaha. told u before d ma, i'm TV2. i jz cant get enough of sam and zoe. it's just so so romantic and meaningful la the story. it doesn't just revolve around love, but it talks about the importance of friendships and families, trust and faith, destiny and fate. to me, this is one of the greatest drama ever. strongly recommended for those who haven't watched it b4. hehehe. i couldn't help but cry everytime i watch this drama. so kam tong la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to mid-valley with bello and al last week. spent kinda alot oso. bought myself a baju and also a comforter. the comforter was cheap ma rm23.90 oni. sumore queen size de. hehehe. if expensive oso i wun buy la. u think i print money meh? i strictly live on my ptptn loan. so gotta be more thrifty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nth much to update u guys oso la actually. but saje entertain this ms.long who complained that i seldom update my blog. so here i am la pal! u gotta und la uni life in utar ho kinda bz wan. if not tests then asgmts d. routine yet hectic. my life is kinda boring. not like urs so cheng choi. me not honey ma so no bees come kacau lo. hahahaha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey any1 out there who wishes to give away ur pups, i can assure u m ur perfect candidate cos i lurve pups alot!! i've been yearning to have one for ages. hehehe. dog is man's best friend. tho i have lotsa good friends, i don't mind having an extra le. the more the merrier ma rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well thk god i've got a bunch of crazy friends with me in sglong le. if not i sure homesick wan. with them around, my life has become much more interesting and also spicier. hahaha!! i jz couldn't imagine my life here without them la. to yin out there, i miss u so so much le. miss those zaman kegemilangan in hse 104 back in pj. rmbr our silly jokes and stunts? u standing on the chair hollering "bigger! bigger!" (or was it smth else?) whatever it is, we had a marvellous time with u around dear. "you chiou, you chiouh" (loosely translated "got banana, got banana") and that was a yr ago when we were mamak-ing at murni in ss2. how i miss those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's it babehs for now. i wanna watch another taiwan drama d with my friends. it's about ballet de. very nice oso. hehe..adios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112256065617178238?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112256065617178238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112256065617178238&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112256065617178238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112256065617178238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/07/food-glorious-food.html' title='food, glorious food!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-112152210279101634</id><published>2005-07-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:55:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hola tai ka...i'm back after disappearing for a while. dun worry. not that i'm kidnapped by alien or wat. been busy since i came back from pg. for ur info, my hsemates and i went back to our beloved pearl of the orient on the 30th of june. homesick ma go back lo. dat was on thurs le. then on fri went out with cn and al to watch INITIAL D. a movie worth watching. lurve it! tho jay chou was a bit duh duh and dongoi, he was a great racer. won all the racing competiton from the moment he appeared till the end of the show. hehehe. in that movie, he rarely spoke le. he did talk but very limited lo. few words nia. his cantonese beh pass la. but still acceptable la. he's still new ma. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on sat, yin, al and i went to tarc to attend cn, lk, kelvin and kw's convocation. snapped some pics with them lo. hehehe. lookin at them made me think of the day i graduated. felt like yesterday. sigh. so old jor. kinda miss those days in tarc. miss mum's la sau siu choi, miss pg's mouth-watering food, miss pearl of the orient, miss mum and dad, miss all my friends...nvr ending "miss"...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after the convo ended, yin fetched me home lo. rested for a few minutes before goin out with parents again. phew. mum went to church so dad and i shopped around gama lo since komtar toh tar d ma. bought 2 baby-Ts worth RM5 each. duno wat fidelio brand la. at bout 8pm, we went to meet mum and then off we go for dinner somewhere in jelutong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sunday...sigh. the day i dreaded the most. cos this was the day i had to go back to ulu long. very the ng seh tak la. but what can i do ar? san san (my new friend; to be precise, my dad's friend's daughter), followed us to kl as she wanted to reigster for PR in utar. since i was goin back to sglong, she had to overnight at yin's place lo cos her campus is in pj ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well let me story you bout my recent life le. currently, i'm extremely busy with asgmts lo. just handed up one on last fri. thk god. no more fsa, ratios, intepretation, numbers and figures (but still have one more fsa test to go la and that will be in 2 weeks time). one more due on 25th jul (e-commerce) and the last but not least, organizational development, due in aug. as for e-comm, we haven't started anything yet la. didn't even decide to do wat let alone START. haha. then OD lagi cham. i didn't even really noe what the asgmt is all about. i jz noe that we have to pick a topic and then find an article and then analyze. analyze wat i duno la. no read da unit plan ma. so ma duno da requirements lo. typical us la. always love to procrastinate nia. but cant really blame us oso la. jz managed to finish FSA nia. let us rest for a day or two oso not very kor fan ma rite? hehehe. reasons more than fat huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went for a swim with bel and yin today at 5smth. of all the time, we chose to swim during rainy season. only crazy ppl like us love doin crazy things. hahaha! swam for less than half an hour it started to drizzle. we only ran for our lives when it poured like cats and dogs. the three of us was panting when we reached the lift. hahaha. however, i had a great time la. long time no play under the rain d. kinda romantic to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had some very ho liau and delicious dinner. yin came over so ma cook some good food for her lo. she long time no eat home cooked food jor. we had tom yam prawn, michie's tofu, steam fish and soup. yummy. i'm very full till now. still can taste the prawn and tofu in my mouth. really mouth-watering leh. hahaha. cn, dun jealous oo...huak huak huak huak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm kinda disappointed actually. wanna knoe y? well here's the story la. yin' fren, patricia, said she wanna give away her dog as she's goin to s'pore to work. she hoped to find a dog lover to take care of her dog. so yin asked me whether i want mou lo. i said sure wan la. i love pups n dogs and i hope to have one for so long. so yin arranged with pat where to meet. finally, they decided to meet at ming tien at 9.30pm lo. was sooooo excited u noe. could you imagine how i feel then? couldn't wait to see the dog. how happy was i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but things jz didn't happen as i wish it would. pat called yin sayin that her dad wanted the dog. when yin told me bout it, i was really disappointed. i couldn't blame anyone. but i wanted a pup so much. so so much. i wanted to have one since i was young. but as my parents said no, i could do nth le. sigh. only if i can have one. sob sob...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok la..enuf of that d la. i'm fine. jz dat a lil bit ..really a lil bit...not very happy lo. but i'll be fine after a while la. hehe. i have got a bunch of crazy and lawak friends around me, worry not. one way or another, they'll be able to cheer me up la. but except al and cy noe how i feel, the rest have no idea unless they read my blog la. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess this will be it la. enough to update u guys with my recent busy life. coi kin tai ka. adios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-112152210279101634?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/112152210279101634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=112152210279101634&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112152210279101634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/112152210279101634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/07/disappointed.html' title='disappointed =('/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111978238045960670</id><published>2005-06-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:39:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>por chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tai ka...let me announce this. i'm officially broke for the month. hahaha. went to petaling street with yin, pei lee and al yesterday afternoon. i bought a pair of "adidas" shoes, a sling bag and a pouch. all these three thingies cost me about RM100 jor. wasai. swt a big time. at 1st i didn't plan to buy shoes de. but ho, this al la, influence me. i see her buy till so syok, i jz couldn't resist da temptation. really shop till drop. gotta control my spending this month. have to ikat perut a bit. hhahaha. if angel was here with me, lagi cham. sure buy  even more. angel, if got chance la, when u come to kl, i'll bring u there ok? but make sure ur purse is loaded with vitamin M la. if not u lau nuar oso i cant help jor. cos i'll be jz as broke as u. kekekekeke!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;duno what is wrong with my dear cpu la. got this irritating sound coming out from only god knows where. been like this for quite some time jor. at 1st thought da fan pa ka lau chut lai. but ho, bel helped me to put it back jor. and now da sound is still there. kinda loud oso de. cis, cilakak babi hutan mongolia betui la. bought this pc bout a yr plus nia. nvm, yin will be coming tonite. hahaha. will ask her to help diagnose my cpu illness. hehehe. it's always an extra advantage to have a friend who is computer literate la. any prob with ur pc, u can always turn to her for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn...i darn lazy la. and i mean REALLY as in super, extremely, absolutely, undeniably, horribly, terribly LAZY. hahahaha! shd have started with our FSA asgmt d. but ho, we're jz another bunch of procrastinators. couldn't move ourselves to get down to business. sigh. only god knows what it needs to get us come around and start working our arses off. some1 brainwash us pls. i know we couldn't afford to delay some more but we jz don't seem to be bothered la. sigh. some kind of laziest human being we are. spank me, slap me on da face and wake me up someone! shake back some senses into me *frowns from ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ppl, excuse me for a lil while. will be back in a jiffy. mother nature is calling for me now. hehe. pai seh ha. cya in a few mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yo, i'm back. done with my business at last. su fook sai *smiling contentedly* hmm..nth much to update tho. came back from some pub in bangsar at bout 2smth 3am. don't get me wrong. we saje went there la since we'd got nth better to do. din order drinks oso cos they 1na close jor. me so kuai kia, stuff like beer does not ngam me de. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so that's all for today. will wait for yin to arrive then only go for dinner. bonjour ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111978238045960670?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111978238045960670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111978238045960670&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111978238045960670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111978238045960670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/por-chan.html' title='por chan'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111953232671395543</id><published>2005-06-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:41:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hola tai ka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wondering how my uncle pete is doin in canada. it's been 5 yrs since he came back to m'sia. miss him very much. sent him an email few weeks ago but he didn't reply me yet. i guess he must be very busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to 1 utama with bel, yin, pauline and al yesterday. bought 2 bottles of lotion. got discount ma. what to do? i simply cant live without lotion jor. a day without applying lotion is like a snake shedding its skin. that's why i need to bring along my precious lotion with me wherever i go. sometimes it's such a nuisance. only if there is smth i can do about my dry skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyone has watched initial D? i wanted to watch so badly la. but kinda pokai this mth. can't wait to see jay chou la. he and the rest of da cast were in 1-U yesterday to promote the movie. we actually waited for thei arrival for bout an hour in da carpark there. thk god it was not hot then. if not, sure become roasted pig geh. hehe. but lady luck wasn't smiling at us so we din get to see him oso la. the organizer announced that they'd be only arriving at 7.30pm and we got a movie to catch at 6.10pm. kinda disappointed lo. never see any celebrity before ma. thought can see jay chou de but...sigh no such luck lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knowing we wouldn't be able to wait till 7.30pm, we left for a&amp;amp;w half an hr before the movie started. yin and i shared a large float. yummy. but that wasn't enough to quench my thirst le. i was kinda dehydrating jor. needed H2O badly. so before went into cinema, i bought a bottle of mineral water le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;coach carter. the 1st thought dat came across my mind was "ha? ai meh? ho kua meh?" oh boy, how wrong was i. once i watched, i couldn't stop. haha. my butt was glued to the chair. my eyes were so focused on the big screen. and i had never paid so much attention listening to every word spoken in any movie. what the coach said was damn motivating. it touched my heart deeply. there were a few scenes i almost shed my tears le listening to him talking. every conversation, every single word he said was very inspirational. i just dare not blink my eyes or shut my ears in case i miss what he said (btw, coach carter is starred by samuel l.jackson). he really captured my fullest attention. he was so yong sam liong fu. everything thing he did was for his team. only if i got a lecturer or a tutor like him. haha. a movie that one must NOT miss. planning to get a dvd. 1na watch again la. damn motivating. to those who are movie fanatic, this movie is an A+ rated film. anyway, that's wat i think la. but i'm sure yin. bel, al and pauline will agree with me, won't u? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess i need some motivation in my life too. i've been a procrastinator for too long jor. there are many things i know i should do, but i just don't have the "heart" to do them. sigh. i just hope i won't end up disappointing both my parents and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok enough of thing pathetic thingy jor. sigh. some1 brainwash me can? haha. but overall, i'm doin fine le in uni. got to noe that to get a 1st class, i need to maintain a 3.5 CGPA at least. shit. mine is 3.4***. to keep up my current CGPA is not an easy task. sumore this sem i've got those killing papers. subjects that are too foreign to me. double sigh. as you noe, my performance has been slacking since i got into utar. duno what is the prob with me oso. can't seem to perform well. guess i need to pray harder le. ang kong, pls po pi po pi me. i just can't afford disappoinment after disappoinment. realli hv to pai pai ang kong more jor. haha. gotta be holy-er. ppl out there, pray for me too ok? i need luck and blessings more than anything rite now. tor che, xie xie, arigato, terima kasih, thank you in advance *grins from ear to ear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm i gotta go jor. wanna sai pak pak. hehe. cya. chiaoz dudes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111953232671395543?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111953232671395543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111953232671395543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111953232671395543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111953232671395543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/hola-tai-ka.html' title='hola tai ka'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111936274112858403</id><published>2005-06-22T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:10:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an unappreciated sacrifice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom only had one eye.&lt;br /&gt;i hated her... she was such an embarressment..&lt;br /&gt;my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;she collected little weeds and such to sell...&lt;br /&gt;anything for the money we needed&lt;br /&gt;she was such an embarressment.&lt;br /&gt;there was this one day during elementary school..&lt;br /&gt;it was field day, and my mom came.&lt;br /&gt;i was so embarressed.&lt;br /&gt;how could she do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;i threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day at school..."your mom only has one eye?!?!" ..&lt;br /&gt;and they taunted me.&lt;br /&gt;i wished that my mom would just dissappear from this world so i said to my mom,&lt;br /&gt;"mom.. why dont you have the other eye?!&lt;br /&gt;if you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why dont you just die?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;my mom did not respond..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;it felt good to think that i had said what i'd wanted to say all this time..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished me,&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt think that i had hurt her feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me.&lt;br /&gt;i took a look at her, then turned away.&lt;br /&gt;because of the thing i had said to her earlier,&lt;br /&gt;there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;so i told myself that i would grow up and become successful.&lt;br /&gt;cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i studied real hard.&lt;br /&gt;i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied,&lt;br /&gt;and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i got married.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;then i had kids, too..&lt;br /&gt;now i'm living happily as a successful man.&lt;br /&gt;i like it here because it's a place that doesnt remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happiness was getting bigger and bigger,when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?!who's this?!...&lt;br /&gt;it was my mother.....&lt;br /&gt;still with her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.&lt;br /&gt;my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her,"who are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;as if trying to make that real.&lt;br /&gt;i screamed at her,&lt;br /&gt;" how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and to this, my mother quietly answered,&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong address,"&lt;br /&gt;and she dissappeared out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness...&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt recognize me..&lt;br /&gt;i was quite relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself that i wasnt going to care,&lt;br /&gt;or think about this for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;then a wave of relief came upon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.&lt;br /&gt;so, lying to my wife that i was going on a business trip, i went.&lt;br /&gt;after the reunion, i went down to the old shack,&lt;br /&gt;that i used to call a house...&lt;br /&gt;just out of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground.&lt;br /&gt;but i did not shed a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;she had a piece of paper in her hand....&lt;br /&gt;it was a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son...i think my life has been long enough now..&lt;br /&gt;and... i wont visit Seoul anymore...&lt;br /&gt;but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to come visit me once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;and i was so glad when i heard you were coming for the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided not to go to the school....&lt;br /&gt;for you...and i'm sorry that i only have one eye,&lt;br /&gt;and i was an embarressment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, when you were very little,&lt;br /&gt;you got into an accident, and lost your eye.&lt;br /&gt;as a mom, i couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye...&lt;br /&gt;so i gave you mine...&lt;br /&gt;i was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me,&lt;br /&gt;in my place, with that eye.&lt;br /&gt;i was never upset at you for anything you did..&lt;br /&gt;the couple times that you were angry with me,..&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'&lt;br /&gt;my son... oh, my son...&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/13273340-111936274112858403?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111936274112858403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111936274112858403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111936274112858403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111936274112858403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/unappreciated-sacrifice.html' title='an unappreciated sacrifice...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111936102897632071</id><published>2005-06-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:40:22.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kam tong nia aku...sob sob...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yo dudes! i've copied this from friendster cos i think this is damn touching le. hope u enjoy it as much as i do. happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl loves the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that&amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talkthem around. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies.They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls.Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work,she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming outfrom her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that acccompanied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang.S he does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return,the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply,and countless of phone calls,.. all the gir lcould do,besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away,hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back.She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered.When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front ofher. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let m ehave the chance to be your voice. I Love You.With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger.The girl finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111936102897632071?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111936102897632071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111936102897632071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111936102897632071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111936102897632071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/kam-tong-nia-akusob-sob.html' title='kam tong nia aku...sob sob...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111935899379411044</id><published>2005-06-22T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:06:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ppl ppl ppl! any1 found my nose anywhere on earth? i chiu till couldn't feel my nose. "nose dysfunction" (betui ka penggunaan ku itu?) .sigh. been sneezing away since yesterday. gosh! that was terrible, horrible and vegetable. i can't smell anything at all. nose is blocked. didn't have appetite to eat too. so asked al to ta pau some buns for me =) but thank god i'm much better now. shoud recover in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i've nth much to update for le today. it's just another typical day lo. woke up at 8.20am lo cos got tutorial at 9am mer. ended at 10am. went back home, watched some tv drama, then off i went to my sleeping wonderland. hehe. me sick ma. so ma zz more lo. if not how to recover wo? after that ma "shang" fsa lecture lo. kinda boring oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm - i visited my ever peaceful slumberland again. zz for an hr oni this time. cos wanna watch 6pm tvb drama ma. hehehe. my hsemates all know i'm a tv, movie, drama etc addict le. hehehe. they call me TV2 cos i just can't live without watching tv. yonnie oso same geng with me de. she lagi hebat. she's our TV1. hahaha. don't be surprise le. not only she's our TV queen, she's also one of the top scorer in utar. her name is in president's list too. scared d mei? 1na be so smart like her? watch more tv le. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that's all for my entry of da day. hv nth much to story jor. chiaoz, dedes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111935899379411044?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111935899379411044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111935899379411044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111935899379411044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111935899379411044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111925749289665530</id><published>2005-06-21T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:35:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a BITCH i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.When I stand up for those I love, they call me abitch.When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way.It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Babe&lt;br /&gt;I - In&lt;br /&gt;T - Total&lt;br /&gt;C - Control of&lt;br /&gt;H - Herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I = Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;T = Talented&lt;br /&gt;C = Charming&lt;br /&gt;H = Hell of a Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I = Individual&lt;br /&gt;T = That&lt;br /&gt;C = Can&lt;br /&gt;H = Handle anything&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;hello pal! i'm back after retiring for almost a week. phew. just handed up 2 asgmts of mine. one is e-commerce individual asgmt and d other one is Management Accounting. finally can sit back and relax and breathe a temporary sigh of relief. hehehe. gotta rest for a couple of days before start working on another 2 asgmts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems to me my uni life revolves only around exam and asgmts. sigh. sumtimes get kinda frustrated with all these shit. it really get on my nerves esp those subjects that sound and look so foreign to me. sigh. my life here has become a routine to me. wake up, go for classes, eat, come back,online, sleep, bathe and then the process goes on and on again. but thank god that i finally got my long awaited streamyx last thursday. kekekeke. i even bought a webcam and a mic in hoping to chat on9 with my parents and uncle pete in canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much to share with u guys but yet so lil to write about. maybe i should improve on my writing skills so that i can be more expressive. anyway, i've 4gotten what i did for da past one week. erm...nth much happened tho. chatted with my dad and mum yesterday. i actually had a video conversation with them. too bad they din have the webcam and mic yet. so they only could see and hear me but they couldn't talk to me and i couldn't see their faces. but never mind, dad promised me that he'll get one soon. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentleman, this is the official start of my snee...snee...sneeZINNNNNNNNNNNNNG epidemic. excuse me!!!!! phew...well for ur info, this unhealthy sneezing epidemic has become part of my life jor. every morn when i wake up, u'll hear me sneezing away. u can actually hear me chiu chiu chiu!! practically anytime of da day regardless where i am. haha. datz me u noe. kinda used to it jor. but at times very da extremely pek chek la. sumtimes i chiu till cannot concentrate in lectures and tutorials. then ma h to eat medicine lo. datz why i alwiz bring along my sneezing epidemic medicine along with me wherever i go just in case it starts attacking me and it can't stop. god bless me. i'm sneezing now even when i'm typing. excuse me again for a few secs. sigh. i wonder will my nose "fall off" after sneezing endless times in a day. sometimes it becomes so red like the "rudolph the red nose reeindeer". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw dont u think the above err...article is kinda interesting? guess i wouldn't mind being  labelled as B-I-T-C-H after all. hahahaha!! to be frank, i've had a whole new "perception" towards this bitch thingy after reading the article. sometimes ppl call u that not bcos u ARE really a bitch, but it's just that they are jealous of u. i would say how stupid of them to be jealous of others. to me, everyone is a unique individual. each one has different qualities that should be appreciated and not insulted (tho i do gossip bout ppl oso la. but saje nia la. don't mean anything wan le. hehe). well da bottom line is, BE urself, do what makes YOU happy and NOT what makes other ppl happy. but it doesn't mean u deserve to feel happy at the expense of others. as long as what ur doin does not hurt the ppl around you, why worry then? u only live once to fulfill whatever dreams u have. u only live once to live ur life the way u want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember i shared this phrase with u in one of my blogs - the beauty of life does not depend on how happy u are, but how happy others can be, because of YOU. it may contradict with what i have written above, but if u REALLY understand what i said, then u'll know what i mean here. but if u don't, just too bad le. ignore what i said then =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm being too long-winded jor. sorry le. cant help blabbering so much la. kinda kuan si jor. hehe. i gotta go liao. 1na take a nap jor. nose can't stop "running around". double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nite ppl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111925749289665530?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111925749289665530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111925749289665530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111925749289665530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111925749289665530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/bitch-i-am.html' title='a BITCH i am'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111839378488742720</id><published>2005-06-10T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T00:28:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once again i gotta blog real fast. not because of al this time but gotta go home in 15mins time. hehehe. planned to cook yesterday but parkking's stomach was growling and having a rock concert. so din have time to cook. we went for dinner at my cousin's coffee shop "leong sing" (don't tell me u reali blif it is opened by my cousin k? cos it'll be da biggest joke ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had FSA tutorial this afternoon. shit la. tried doin it but....sigh. this subject is like a foreign language to me. even a brainy person like jil din manage to get the result she wanted. i'm doomed. this semester CGPA sure like share price drops again. *pai pai ang kong* (sounds familiar leh cn? borrow for a while la tis phrase. i oso need it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hv nothing much to share le. just blogged yesterday ma. OD lecture finished early today. so ma saje come on9 lo. 1na utilize da internet usage provided by utar. eong ka kao kao oni kam uan since it is charged to our fees oso ma. no need hak hei de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really have to cabut jor. time's up. it's nearly 5pm d. wanna go home cook for my hsemates. heheehhe. dun jealous oo, cn. u 55 come to ulu long la. we cook for u. rm50 per dish. very cheapy nia. betta than eating out ma. more nutritious u now home cooked food. sumore we all cook with ngoi sam. eat outside got lotsa "mei cheng" = ajinamoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off jor....got class 1na use this stupid lab....bye!&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/13273340-111839378488742720?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111839378488742720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111839378488742720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111839378488742720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111839378488742720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/typical-blog.html' title='typical blog'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111831047000975919</id><published>2005-06-10T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:27:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration time dudes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wahahaha...happy nia aku to receive a call from streamyx just now. the caller was a lady. she said that she'll be sending someone over to ulu long on next mon at 4pm to install the streamyx. oh my god! i can't really blif what i jz heard. my dearest streamyx, ur finally here at long last. do u noe how long we've been waiting for ur arrival? our necks hv grown long a few inches jor. muahahaha!! this is smth worth celebrating. cheers to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yonnie is goin back to bwth today. lucky her get to go back so soon. i oso wanna go bk but ho...jz for da weekend nia no syok wan. then hv to rush back pulak. sigh. miss my family. miss my bed. miss everything in pg. most of all miss my friends le. duno when oni get to see them all esp angel. double sigh. i don't usually get to see her often le cos everytime i hv holidays she has classes to attend. by the time her holidays come, my new semester has commenced. so very wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had spag last nite le. bel n i were the chefs of da day. not da usual spag. this one ho got mushroom soup de. hehehe. taste not bad tho. sure la got me to cook u noe. i've become quite pro in cookin nowadays. thx for da intensive training pals! ngek ngek ngek! if not for u guys, i mana got chance to cook wo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for supper we had chau to fu from tmn connaught. jil went to pasar mlm yesterday nite. so bel asked her to buy for us la. kinda smelly oso but still bearable la. not half as bad as yonnie described. u noe what she said? "like shit nia da smell. yucks!" hahahaha...typical yonnie. datz just so lim yon la. she was a bit too exaggerating le. undeniably it stinks but jz like whar cn said, da stench couldn' t be any worse than her "sai". hahahaha! i wonder her sai reali got so stinky mou *scratching my head* reigme told us dat during 9 wong yeh dat time in jln ampang got many stalls selling stinky to fu. yum yum...btw when is 9 wong yeh ar? cant wait jor. bel n i lau nuar d. hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta cut short my bloggy jor. al is freezing cold. sumore i nid to go back home to spread da good news bout streamyx to my fellow hsemates. then 1na prepare for dinner oso. hahaha...itz CELEBRATION TIME dudes!! cya next round...buhbye!! muakz...luv n kisses from me to all of u guys readin my bloggy... &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/13273340-111831047000975919?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111831047000975919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111831047000975919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111831047000975919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111831047000975919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/celebration-time-dudes.html' title='celebration time dudes!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111804515122131237</id><published>2005-06-06T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:30:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no-u-no-fun day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after so long, this is only my 3rd entry in blogspot. wanted to blog frequently but time doesn't allow me to do so. now that all the freshies are coming into utar, the uni labs are alwiz packed with humans. sigh. not only that, the elevators are also 24/7 packed with students. we're turning into "sardine hu" soon. and this makes us alwiz late for classes. so pai seh to enter the lecture hall or tut classes when e'1 turns his/her head around staring at u. what to do? u don't expect me to climb the stairs all da way up to 7th floor ma rite? by da time i got up, u probably need to send me home again cos either i fainted on my way up or "breathe jam" (loosely translated from bm; sesak nafas, to eng. thx to parkking for tis lil joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me recall what i had done for the past one week. err, since parrking was away for a week, i had become the main chef of a-4-1 flora green condo. to be frank, i had nvr cooked back in pg. all i did was eat eat eat and eat. haha. da most i did is help my mum to wash the dishes after meal. hang fook nia aku! anyway, i'm glad that i have the chance to actually experience and improve my cooking skills. now only i know i'm not bad at cooking. hahaha. my hsemates complimented me for that. happie nia aku! well this was what i had been doin for the past one week. bz cooking after lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results were out last fri. checked it in uni. din get the result i expected to get. kinda disappointing. double sigh. my performance has dropped once again. wondering what's wrong with me. instead of doin better, my cgpa has been dropping since since last yr. i'm no longer sure if i could maintain a 2nd upper honor. i wish so badly to get a 1st class but i noe with my current performance, achieving that is totally impossible. my cgpa is way behind the requirement for 1st class honor. how i wish i don't have to repay my ptptn loan. but i guess this is juzt another wishful thinking of mine. triple sigh. i've put in effort as much as the other, i've worked jz as hard, but my results sigh....it din improve at all. guess there must be smth wrong with my methods of revising for exam. but then again, maybe i din put in enough effort. or maybe i should practise writing faster (for ur info, i write at the speed of a tortoise. too many times i have a lot to write but i jz don't hv the time to do so in exam). any1 has any prescibred method or secret recipe to speed up writing? sigh (i've lost count of my endless sighs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough with this shit result of mine jor. not that it can be changed if i keep on talking bout it. went to klia on last sat to send pk off to UK. that was my very 1st time to the airport after a yr in kl. according to al, klia was ranked no.4 in the world. the 1st was hk followed by seoul airport then s'pore n m'sia. wondering what is so great bout klia that it was actually ranked no.4. the airport is kinda empty. it's undeniably big, but the viewing area is such a let down. it is on the 2nd floor if i'm not mistaken. shouldn't the viewing area be built on the top floor so that ppl can see more clearly? i thought i could watch the plane to take off but mana tau (curse the designer who designed the airport) all i could see was planes, planes and more planes. the viewing area is blocked by another building. shit la. so much for a viewing area. not impressive at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i got to see pilots. i mean real pilots; 1st officer (FO), 2nd officer (SO), co-pilot and the captain. hahaha. omg they are god damn yeng (the young and middle aged ones). the way they walk are all the same. juzt like in "triumph in the skies" (it's a tvb drama. for those who had watched this drama b4, i'm sure u noe what i am talking bout). bel, yin and i had a sudden urge to become lady pilots. hahaha! only if i'm tall and pretty enough, i may actually apply to become an air stewardess if i cant find a suitable job after i graduate. then i'd be able to travel all over the world free + allowances. if i'm lucky enough, i may meet my mr.right on the plane or in the airport. well laugh all u want. i know it's not possible but no harm ma to wish or imagine being one rite? hahaha! life will be more fun and colorful with great and wonderful imaginations don't you agree? coz sumtimes what u imagine may actually come true and become a reality. so don't stop dreaming and wishing. who knows maybe one day god hears ur prayers and grant you your wishes if u believe in Him. life is full of unanticipated surprises be them good or bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is all for today. i've been in this lab for 2 hrs jor. sit till my butt oso kemek d. 1na go home rest awhile n then go for a relaxing swim. this is one of my not-so-routine-activity that keeps me sane living in this ulu long. will be heading to gym and sauna after that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off...chiaoz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ms.angeline long, mana anda pigi? y dun i see any updates from u de? too bz pak tor till 4get bout us jor ho? 555 write smth to keep me update ma. miss u tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111804515122131237?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111804515122131237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111804515122131237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111804515122131237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111804515122131237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-u-no-fun-day.html' title='no-u-no-fun day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111761844468982660</id><published>2005-06-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:31:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had an early tutorial class today. woke up at 7.20am to get myself ready. after i was done with my business, i woke al up. as usual we only left da hse 5 mins b4 our class start. upon arrival, we waited for about 10mins for da blardee lifts. cis. class was at 5th floor so we din plan to climb the endless flights of stairs (call us lazy if u want to, but hey, which idiot wants to climb the stairs when they have the lifts?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15am. the tutor had not come in to class yet. a guy came in informing us that mr.steven, our tutor for mgmt accounting, would only be arriving at 8.35am. argh! f*ck! damn man! so much for waking up early in da morning and waiting for da lifts. and now we had to wait again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.50am. the tutor had not shown up yet. everyone was getting frustrated waiting for more than half an hour. we were plannin to leave when mr.steven suddenly came into the class. he apologized for being late and said that he would like to replace da lost half an hour next week starting from&lt;br /&gt;7.30am. no no no! it is damn freaking early. i wouldn't want to wake up earlier than i already have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm nth much to talk about for 2day's lecture and tutorial. kinda boring also. however, with yon and al around, i will never be able to control my incessant laughter. i was too bz laughing to concentrate on what dr.lim (lecturer for my research project) was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm getting kinda sleepy jor. slept for about 6hrs only. miss those days in pg le. back then i zz like nobody's business. and i get to on9 for hrs. i get to eat my fav food, i get to watch astro, i get to meet my friends. oooooooohhhhhhh hang fook nia aku. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should get back to reality tho. now that this is d 2nd week since the commencement, we've already gotten all da asgmts. seems to me we have to rush against time if we were to complete the individual and group asgmts on time. double sigh. so much work to do and yet so lil time for us to complete them. will have to work like mad dog again. i doubt i would be able to repay all my sleep debt. even now i'm already having dark circles under my poor eyes. god saves me. i wouldn't want to turn into a panda bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss yin so much. hope everything goes well for her le. as for parkking, she'll be coming back this weekend after her grandpa's funeral. sigh. life is so fragile. ppl come and go easily. they may be talking to you this very minute, and the next they may be gone 4eva. so for those of you out there, appreciate every hour, every min, every second u spent with your love ones. nvr ever take them for granted. say what you mean, and mean what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type jor. run out of things to "story" you guys. aiyah, what do u expect wo? ulu long, as the name implies, is very ulu and isolated de. we're practically surrounded by mountains, hills, trees, trees and more trees and nth else jor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gtg d. will keep u update bout me, myself and i as often as possible. take good care dudez! cya around. gotta go home cook dinner jor. bai bai!&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/13273340-111761844468982660?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111761844468982660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111761844468982660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111761844468982660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111761844468982660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-another-day.html' title='just another day...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13273340.post-111743944290394022</id><published>2005-05-31T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:32:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in, finally! phew....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey hey hey....muahahaha! after so many trials and errors, i've finally registered myself with this bloggy thing. anyway, i won't be entering a long post today. this is only an introductory entry to announce my arriving *red carpet and drum rolling follows by a round of applause* hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i already have a blog with friendster. but since this provides me more privacy, i guess i'll be posting entries that share my personal probs or feelings or wateva u choose to call them. i hope i hv da patience to keep these 2 blogs of mine up-to-date. or else i may delete either one. well da ones that i will post in friendster i'll re-post them in here. but those that i'm gonna post here will not be re-posted in friendster cos this blog is strictly for my closest buddies to share my darkest secrets. comments are definitely welcome be them words of encouragement, short jokes to light up my day, advice (which i truly need at times of desperation), etc. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;datz all for today. chiaoz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13273340-111743944290394022?l=michelleong23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/feeds/111743944290394022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13273340&amp;postID=111743944290394022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111743944290394022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13273340/posts/default/111743944290394022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleong23.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-in-finally-phew.html' title='i&apos;m in, finally! phew....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07997429936746625126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/alcheong/DSC00151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
