<?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-30792715</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:34:35.207-07:00</updated><category term='milk and cereal; milk and cereal'/><category term='tooth fairy'/><category term='A dream you will remain'/><category term='AIYISHITERUNO'/><category term='passwords which ends with e'/><category term='Jesus you&apos;re my superhero'/><category term='Blinded by vacation'/><category term='NOSE NUGGETS'/><category term='genes of gems and diamonds'/><category term='regrets that come and go'/><category term='stset hcum os'/><category term='SO PERFECT IS YOUR LOVE'/><category term='hairy head'/><category term='sweepers with umbrellas'/><category term='the opposite of invigorated'/><category term='results results results'/><category term='SLEEP = DROOL'/><category term='TU AMOR'/><category term='I choose to let you be a dream'/><category term='thesaurus'/><category term='chickee'/><category term='i am thankful'/><category term='long talks'/><category term='I AM EMO.'/><title type='text'>COWS; BANANAS; STILETTOS</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes all we need is food :) amen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-4543096987882795654</id><published>2007-12-02T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:43:57.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;So much beauty in life, shining on the outside, empty on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Today is pretty fine. Haha. Went to church for games then swimming with PJH and our dearly beloved shampoo provider: davina. Attended service and dined at bishan junction 8. Should have eaten almond paste instead of sesame paste. Mom says almond is good for skin complexion whereas sesame for healthy hair. AH! Like what the, haha. Why would i want good hair. As in when you compare these two, i would obviously rather have good complexion right. I ate so many many today. Aiyahh, heck. I'm so round anyways -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Wells, hols are definitely packed with activities manxzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;: MARINA STEAMBOAT, SLPOVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;: TV TV TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;: WAKEBOARING or TENNIS (find me people!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;: OUTING WITH CHRISTINA AND JAEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;: OUTING WITH BELLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;: SERVICE, SWIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;: CHURCH, RANGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;There, next week is pack to the max. And i only have tuesday all free to myself. Oh nooo, how can i satisfy my telly hunger within that one pathetic day. Maybe wednesday will be free too since no one wants to go wakeboard with me except caley. Also, kai's not at home, how to play tennis. Ah stinks! OH YA! EVERYBODY: find me, call me, search for me BUT don't message me. I have limited messages and will only reply certain. Haha, i have free incoming so keep the phone calls rolling! (Just don't call when i'm watching tv, i'm sure all of you know that i'll just ignore and concentrate on the telly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-4543096987882795654?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4543096987882795654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=4543096987882795654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4543096987882795654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4543096987882795654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-much-beauty-in-life-shining-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-122560169821750022</id><published>2007-11-30T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:36:43.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am thankful'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no mood. I feel, so surreal. OH WELLS, life's like that. Like the chocolate banana we had at Lindsey's farewell dinner last night. Food was great, esp the lamb chops and satay! Went to kai's place in the afternoon and played pool, bowling and most importantly tennis (: i like tennis though i look like a retard most of the time. Ha, anyhow i'm up for any tennis games so call me already people! Stayed over at PJH's house and despite the need to help with the clean ups and bear with the er, late night chatting session, i enjoyed my stay there. THANKS jinghan for being suchcha nice host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Rach, Cpoh, Clark, Lester, Justin, Timothy, jeremy and lejon for a pre 'thank you' dinner gathering. Haha, ate lunch and went to starbucks to play balderdash. I still can't believe we manage to play that one game for 3 hours. Haha. PJH left for church earlier as well as TimHo to watch enchanted with ladiessss. Terrible la these two beings. Left plaza sing at ard 6.45 to go for prayer meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really need to start exercising to not whine all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=5&amp;amp;chapter=7&amp;amp;verse=9&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Deuteronomy 7:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-122560169821750022?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/122560169821750022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=122560169821750022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/122560169821750022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/122560169821750022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-no-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-8456614805339251675</id><published>2007-11-25T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:50:34.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I AM EMO.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO. i am EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO OH MY GOODNESS LA. HOW CAN LIKE THAT. WHY CAN LIKE THAT. UNFAIR LA. WHY JINGHAN. YOU PIG. GO ROLL IN THE MUD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-8456614805339251675?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8456614805339251675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=8456614805339251675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8456614805339251675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8456614805339251675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-6038740425665406127</id><published>2007-11-25T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:21:22.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus you&apos;re my superhero'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Apart from DTC, I think QBC was the other camp where I helped out and took care of kids sooooo much younger than me. Also, instead of being the patrol advisor, I was one of the stationmasters. Haha, everything was going on great till I found out I was in charge of finger printing. I mean, come on, how fun can finger printing be? But then again, I'm Michelle. How can finger printing NOT be fun? HAHA. Kids worship was an eye-opener for all of us too. AND AND AND, food provided was goood. Ha, instead of the normal Mac mcchicken and cheeseburger we usually get, there were chicken foldovers, big Mac and fillet o fish. How good is that?! Two thumbs up to the blueberry muffins too! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Anyhow, kudos to: Rach, PJH, Chris, Clark, Glenn, CGH, Samzee, Lester, Xide, Bernard, RQ, Cmdr Johnson, Cmdr Gary, Cmdr Mike, Cmdr David, Cmdr Steven, Janessa, Timothy, Justin, Samantha, Yue Tong, Anyi, Jeremy, Daryl, Gideon, Kun Jie, Mei Yin, William, Pastor Elaine for the great time spent.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Also to kids that I can remember: Sean, Yong Yul, Josh, Joel, Michael, Best, Matilda, Ethan, Brandon, Gabrielle, Sarah, Coco, Elijah, Elliot, Harvest and many many many many more. Love you all :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;I think there's going to be a thank you dinner but i'm not sure if there is. Haha, i hope there isn't or not I've got to do the superhero actions for people to see. And i'm not very into doing that. Heh. And ginny just shaved off all her hair so now she looks like a chihuahua instead of a Yorkshire she was suppose to be.  OH NO. &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/30792715-6038740425665406127?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6038740425665406127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=6038740425665406127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/6038740425665406127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/6038740425665406127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/apart-from-dtc-i-think-qbc-was-other.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-1389896581827198677</id><published>2007-11-18T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T07:13:52.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A dream you will remain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the sky's color after it rains and how cold the tiles are when my feet touches them.&lt;/span&gt; I did a lot of reflecting today. My attitude towards people and life. My behavior and actions over the past few minutes hours days years. And just when i was feeling sentimental DESMOND just had to come and read this post and destroy everything. AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today was an interesting day. Latest news flash, my beloved pink ranger has left Singapore for another country far far away. Okay maybe its not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; far but still, he traveled by plane. How near can that get right. Bid goodbye at the airport and went for breakfast with the rest of his 'homies', pretty interesting bunch. Jo and chris had to leave early though. Took the bus home and had a small chit chat session with the infamous mutated ninja, milton. The perfect example of a small guy with a loud voice. Haha. Was on the phone with mingyi a few minutes ago and i was super cranky. I blame it on the hormone disorder my body is going through now but i will still apologize. Sorry la, it wasn't on purpose besides, you know i didn't mean anything that i said .. right? I'll assume you're not (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling perplexed. I'm confused. I hate this feeling of being indebted to you (whoever you are). Just call me already you banana man. Ugh! Haha, no this is not to you AMY, its to no one in particular actually. I just feel like typing that. See, the works of the hormones flowing through my blood stream into my cells mutating them slowly and changing my mindset. Or maybe i'm just thinking way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROSTY FIESTA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-1389896581827198677?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1389896581827198677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=1389896581827198677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1389896581827198677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1389896581827198677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-skys-color-after-it-rains-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-2327230684979489836</id><published>2007-11-14T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:17:26.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SO PERFECT IS YOUR LOVE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 12 november 2007. One day after my last paper but then again i self proclaimed the end of o's prolly last week after literature. BUT anyhows, &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; o levels are over. I studied so long and so much for this. Reality hasn't sink in yet but i'm sure it will soon since i've been constantly reminding myself of the fact that i get to stay home all day and warm my sofa seat watching telly. Well, to me thats life and i don't mind doing that for the rest of my life. And yes, i'm NOT intending to work over the holidays. Michelle is just tooooo lazy and spoilt. But come on, i'll be working the rest of my life so i totally agree to the 'too young to work' campaign where i'm the chairwoman. Besides, i'm not in need of money so pardon me if your gifts for christmas are toiletries again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, its gonna be a loooong and hectic holiday for me. With the many outings with fats and LCJM and JEM and prayer group followed by a series of christmas shopping and rangers activities. Ah, how i love the social gatherings but hate the need to go out of the house. And its &lt;em&gt;prom&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;I look manly in my dress, period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the first ever ladies night out yesterday and it was fabulous. Ate at hog's breath and dessert at pacific coffee. It was rare, i mean the people who went. The combination seems unlikely but the fellowship was great with the sofas and changing colour of the merlion. Ladies included were: Valencia, rachel, lynette, charity, christina, jael, louisa, cheryl and me. Oh yeah, jamin popped by to say hi after parading outside the glass windows but unfortunatly he couldn't join us or he'll have to pay full price for the meal. Note, ladies night. HAHA. And we saw one desmond look alike. Trust me, the only difference btw this male species i had live with for my entire life and that (who was hugging his gf the WHOLE time) is just his abnormally weird looking nose. Overall, it was a goooood outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-2327230684979489836?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2327230684979489836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=2327230684979489836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/2327230684979489836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/2327230684979489836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-12-november-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-2925556822846862385</id><published>2007-09-17T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:49:20.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blinded by vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really really really long time since i've updated. Like really really long. Haha, i know i know, i was surprise when i manage to log in. But you know, i think it isnt that a good time to start making bogging habitual again, its like what, 30 days till o levels. Everyone is slogging their butts of whilst i sit infront of both the television and laptop typing this entry. Ah, how i love and &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; technology. Well, i have to say that my life has been going on pretty smoothly, so far. Haha. I'm finally 16 not that its much of a big deal since i cant have a sweet 16 party like that on MTV but it was a good experience :) I GOT A PSP FROM MY PARENTS, birthday card and voucher from NETBALLERS, birthday bash by school mates, presents and tons of wishes. Haha, thats good enough from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could search for all eternity long and find there is none like You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i really hope i can do well. And hope is what i'm best at! Last 3 mcq papers tomorrow and i'm really reluctant to study but but but i know i will eventuall or not i'll feel too guilty and end up not sleeping, serious! And did i mention my air con spoiled which means i've been sleeping without ari con for like 4 days. Of course i suffered but the fan did a pretty good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least the man's coming this wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO MARRY SOMEONE WHO CAN COOK, DRIVE, FLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-2925556822846862385?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2925556822846862385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=2925556822846862385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/2925556822846862385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/2925556822846862385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/09/helloooooooo-its-been-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-3291968998301362369</id><published>2007-05-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T06:49:33.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairy head'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When do girls look the ugliest?&lt;br /&gt;Ha, when they're eating seafood with their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it was something i observed yesterday when having dinner. Anyways, i've decided to go with most people's opinions and cut my mop off. Most probably back to the previous short one, obviously not the one which the hairdresser cut till it was shorter than my face. Ha, trust me i would rather go bald than have that hairstyle. Okay, maybe not :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-3291968998301362369?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3291968998301362369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=3291968998301362369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/3291968998301362369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/3291968998301362369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-do-girls-look-ugliest-ha-when.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-6857812015267309276</id><published>2007-05-17T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T03:02:36.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results results results'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might fall in love with jickky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA, yeah right! School was fiine, got back midyear results. I could die on the spot when i recieved my Amath paper. Yes, i failed and i thought it was the end of the world. But then but then, i did something, something i don't do often when it comes to getting back results, haha. I prayed and prayed and (drum roll please...) the rest were gooood. I was like a madman laughing and giggling after getting the rest of my papers. Jickky and Ilyasa was so annoyed they had to pull my hair and remind me of some unglam moments to 'tame' me. But i dont blame them, jickky wears a wig and ilyasa's hair is dropping at rapid speed. My soft nice hair is simply too hard to resists and partly cause they treat me as their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'brother'&lt;/span&gt;. Oh how much i love my BFFs (boyfriends forever) ahhhaaa, yes, i'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i mentioned i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; (not cry cry but cry, heh) when i saw my chinese marks? Heh, and jieying was super nice to lend me her shoulders to hide my face away from the sea of people who kept asking me about my marks. I can't believe i cried, tsk. I feel so stupid now :D I reckon that it might be in my genes, ha. Cause gramps tend to get emotional at times and starts to bawl, okay that was suppose to be a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if i start counting my calories? Nah, its too late. Besides i'm too lazy to do that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-6857812015267309276?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6857812015267309276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=6857812015267309276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/6857812015267309276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/6857812015267309276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-might-fall-in-love-with-jickky.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-7190616604986457587</id><published>2007-05-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:05:29.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese O levels are the next big thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, anyways i'm beginning to look forward to every prayer group meeting :) 8 packs convertible, haha. School was empty except for the sec fours and fives, of course teachers too. I find doing mcq and cme on the last day so very the dumb, AND not to mention we were given 1 hour breaks inbetween the papers, the 3 pathetic papers. T-H-R-E-E 3, can you believe three! Ha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping more than ten hours a day doesnt exactly make you feel more energetic, right? I felt as if i slept for only 3 hours this morning and guess what people, michelle the great got infected with millions of micromini wriggly worms, the cold. Not that it is affecting me in any way. I'm starting to get all high and excited about braces, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Iiit isshh sho coolx manxx... Ack, i type that! I shall type that when i'm online, coolio. (The cold has officially taken over the front seat of my brain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something, i think girls will become the domineering one in the future. Ha, guys are becoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinier/skinnier/bonnier/raggier. &lt;/span&gt;Heh, there's only 3 possibilities for this sign. They're either having eating disorders,  real high metabolism rate or have worms growing in their stomachs that help eat away their fats! Ack, i'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mamma lemons, do they really use lemons to make them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-7190616604986457587?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7190616604986457587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=7190616604986457587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/7190616604986457587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/7190616604986457587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-o-levels-are-next-big-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-2080759316814395453</id><published>2007-05-12T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:30:44.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I choose to let you be a dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All is over for the moment. No more tests except for the sciences mcq and cme paper. I don't know is it me or what but since the beginning of this year i'm pretty distant from everyone. I'm pretty clueless about their lives, is that like bad? I don't know. I'm confused, depressed, exhausted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone is in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;, ah i so need to get a life. * and * are like together, * is in love with * but * doesn't know, * and * are together again, * and * are on the verge of breaking up and * is infatuated with * but refuses to tell anyone in fear of * knowing. Oh, i also just found out * has a girlfriend. Sheesh, so much complications and i'm always the last to know except for maybe a few. I shall go msg everyone i know and let them know i'm still alive! But seriously, if i do that i'll probably get replies like 'are you mad' or worst, nothing. I need to hunt down a good male friend, i got the girls part covered. Eligible guys please leave a tag and i'll get back to you. But be warned, it comes with a huge price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good guys are from pluto, they don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, call me emo. Scratch that, call that line emo. I need to get my sleep and i don't think i'll have the energy to swim tomorrow. Sorry jinghan, we'll reschedule to the week after next. My bad :( ack, i ate too much for dinner. I literally shoved food down my throat to make full use of the amount i paid. We had buffet and i paid cause its mother's day. How i wish to be a mother of 2 rich intelligent handsome/pretty twins. Yes, i think too much, i need to go to bed with my stomach full of sushi and raw fish. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how big my stomach will be tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-2080759316814395453?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2080759316814395453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=2080759316814395453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/2080759316814395453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/2080759316814395453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-is-over-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-4756770324143208514</id><published>2007-05-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T04:05:25.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stset hcum os'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody's revising, trying to cram in those last minute bits. I myself am no exception :) but the day have been fine, so far. Only 10 MORE PAPERS TO GO, i can handle it. Who am i kidding right? I haven't even started for physics and chemistry. Just math math math all day long, i better do well for them cause i spent a whole bucket of time on them. Television's still the biggest distraction from all the cramming, i spent almost the entire sunday being a potato sack on the sofa, eyes glues to the television. But what can i say, it is the best invention in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say my eyes are like dead fish ones, it dull and boring. Ha, must be all the stress that cause the rise of adrenaline production in my body. I might suffer from hypertension and fatigue if this continues. See, even my post has bio stuff. Too much influence too much influence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-4756770324143208514?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4756770324143208514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=4756770324143208514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4756770324143208514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4756770324143208514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/everybodys-revising-trying-to-cram-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-9130977887234246115</id><published>2007-04-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T06:14:22.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long talks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love jinghan, cause i'm on the phone with her.  It's been an awfully long time since i talked to her like that. Dishing out secrets and apologies and stuff. I must do that more often. Well, thank God my iPod is working again. My heart literally stopped when i was told that it was empty with no songs and the com could not detect it, but all's well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE are a few lightyears away, ha yeah right. Self-denial aint going to work this time, its only in 6 days away and chinese 'O' is exactly month away. Oh gosh, reality just has to be so scary! I'm hoping that i'll do well for chinese, i really need it to pull my grades up up up. Swimming tomorrow with beanpole, tannedfloat and eleanor :) can't wait to shed those calories. Man, as usual, i'm eating tons of junk food. I don't know why the sudden interest in them, maybe its the stress. Caught 200 pound beauty with eunice last week and it's gooood. Not the plot but rather the songs in it, really catchy and addictive. And i think i'll blog once every week, haha. BUT continue tagging, let me feel your love for me :D hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIEYING CLARABELLE WENZHUANG, yes i typed this out cause you went home with me today no, everyday after school. Heh and i think the 'this is why i'm hot' song is plain stupid. Seriously, be constructive and come up with better lines rather than singing 'this is why i'm hot' x100.  Whatever, i think i'm hot too. AHAHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-9130977887234246115?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9130977887234246115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=9130977887234246115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/9130977887234246115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/9130977887234246115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-jinghan-cause-shes-on-phone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-8475840226337996773</id><published>2007-04-20T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:07:45.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the opposite of invigorated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life's on a toil. All it revolves these days are school work, marks, exams and tests. Weekend seemed distant, everything's moving too fast for my brain to comprehend. Doing my work don't seemed like a chore anymore, rather i feel oblige to do it. AH, finally the motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really do change and best friends come and go. I'm baffled but makes no attempt to find out why or how. I'm too narcoleptic to be bothered by these trival matters. All i look forward at the end of the day is to lie on my bed with the air-con blasting out cold air and hopefully it would snow the next morning. Perhaps this is all i need, ha. To wake up to a cold winter snowfall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-8475840226337996773?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8475840226337996773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=8475840226337996773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8475840226337996773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8475840226337996773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-lifes-on-toil.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-1984164979243809408</id><published>2007-04-11T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T03:47:08.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesaurus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never came down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be the Saviour,&lt;br /&gt;i tried to wear the crown&lt;br /&gt;climbing up that  mountain of pride&lt;br /&gt;so sure of where i was bound.&lt;br /&gt;but then You looked at  me&lt;br /&gt;from your tower of wood.&lt;br /&gt;and it was there i found&lt;br /&gt;that only You  could be my Saviour&lt;br /&gt;only You could wear the crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You never came  down,&lt;br /&gt;You never came down&lt;br /&gt;from Your tower of wood&lt;br /&gt;for it was only in  Your dying&lt;br /&gt;that Your love was understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You never came  down,&lt;br /&gt;You never came down&lt;br /&gt;from Your tower of wood&lt;br /&gt;till it was  finished&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you never came down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i try to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;i  try to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;but then i see You there&lt;br /&gt;and i hear the hammer  fall&lt;br /&gt;i know You could have saved Yourself&lt;br /&gt;from hanging on that tree&lt;br /&gt;on  that day Y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou could have walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You loved me, so You stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: Apathetic&lt;br /&gt;song: pop princess&lt;br /&gt;show: Tyra banks show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to swim on saturday. I got to do flag day on saturday, oh i hope Anderson is doing too :) I love the small bulbous sugar donuts from four leaves. I tried to focus on my televsion while typing and this is what i got: Hello my name is micekke and i lkove donuts from four lrabes! What the sock is irabes?! Haha. I'm really eating a lot recently, as in like rice, apple, biscuits, HL MILK, bread. I can't help it, my mouth just gets super itchy and food is the only thing that can satisfy. But heck, i'll still eat cause its gooood! Of course, i'll control. I'm not studying! Now i feel how cheryl feels, ha. And to think i mocked her bout it. I feel like this post is all about me..... which isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so random today.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so detached from this world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-1984164979243809408?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1984164979243809408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=1984164979243809408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1984164979243809408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1984164979243809408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-never-came-down-i-tried-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-9098097782990702016</id><published>2007-04-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:10:47.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets that come and go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a while, when everything starts to settle down, i'll realise how we got to live our lives like how we use to but till then, i've to continue this lifestyle. Didn't meant for it to rhyme but somehow it did! Garage sale seem pretty hip this year, probably because i didn't donate any items. School was fine, i'm really beginning to love english lessons. Sat beside Chinyang because randal and darren had to leave early for SYF. I was partnerless before i found him, literally. Social studies was a bore, until jickky told me that some guys pms, but would usually have some defects. Haha, that totally tickled me. Well, he said he saw it somewhere on the television. And i believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other day, i'm exhausted and burnt out. My phone has issues and are with the doctors, not that i care cause i can happily live without my phone since i dont communicate with people through my phone. I'm more of a verbal person, or maybe just have no friends that would message me cause i don't reply unless i see a rainbow. You know, i'm actually regretting my decision to not join floorball when i was still a lump of fats with round specs. Not that i dislike netball. But its always been my favourite sport and i think i'll excel there better than in netball, ah its been 4 years since i touched my floorball stick in the corner of my room. I shall sign up for floorball for northland olympics and renew my passion for it. A little late but lets hope i still have that little skill left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like crying over peanuts but i know its totally absurd to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-9098097782990702016?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9098097782990702016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=9098097782990702016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/9098097782990702016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/9098097782990702016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-while-when-everything-starts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-1270276535919909300</id><published>2007-04-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:50:48.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIYISHITERUNO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIS_ob9AKzc/RhIiD6ba_PI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kiiDgH2R8m8/s1600-h/PASSION+ARTS+RANDOM+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIS_ob9AKzc/RhIiD6ba_PI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kiiDgH2R8m8/s320/PASSION+ARTS+RANDOM+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049135582854970610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVEEEEE&lt;/span&gt; THIS PICTURE! You'll understand how important this picture is if you know who is in it :D And no, its not the shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-1270276535919909300?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1270276535919909300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=1270276535919909300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1270276535919909300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1270276535919909300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-loveeeee-this-picture-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIS_ob9AKzc/RhIiD6ba_PI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kiiDgH2R8m8/s72-c/PASSION+ARTS+RANDOM+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-8777587887853480978</id><published>2007-03-30T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:14:52.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLEEP = DROOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M A SUCKER FOR SLEEP, GIVE ME MY SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a food marathon sounds? I think its pretty cool if it ever happen. Yes, its super random. Well, i can't think cause its like, LATE and there's nothing nice on television. Ah, i feel so suckish. Its a friday night and i'm at home, sheesh. Talk about having a social life. During netball training on wednesday, clone #2 and i made a pact to go all out and hope fate really do exists. Haha, i know it sounds dumb but hey, its our only hope. It's my ONLY HOPE! I can't believe i'm still thinking about it. I can't believe i turned away and not say hi, i feel so dumb. Actually no, just annoyed. WA LA BIM BAM BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i invented a new game. Its called the gimme gimme goon goon baa baa game. I shall play it with whoever i meet tomorrow! Haha, its fun ah, i promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;you can do so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-8777587887853480978?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8777587887853480978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=8777587887853480978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8777587887853480978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8777587887853480978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-sucker-for-sleep-give-me-my-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-8388612291051227418</id><published>2007-03-26T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:58:56.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been a really long day. I almost fell asleep in class due to the favorable weather in the morning. Social studies was the worst lesson of all! Mr. Yonus 'gentle' and monotone voice sounded like a lullaby to me, to make matters worst, I had to be paired up with jickky and stare into his eyes while reciting the points. What good life chuan huang has, he gets to stare into johnny's huge eyes! Mrs Ho's lesson was so predictable. The usual 5 minutes talk on how we’re wasting our time competing with each other for air and having mini chitchat sessions instead of doing our work. Followed by the lecturing on not handing in homework on time and how we're the ones sitting for o lvls and not her so if we want to fail, be our guest. Seriously, we all think she's just stalling time. Haha, but I still like her. Lit lesson is still the best. Went through the English teacher and somehow went on to talking about movies which plots are similar to the English teacher on spirits and mediums. How desperate Krishna was to see or rather, hear from his dead wife. And from there to ugly betty on how it portrays the materialistic and stereotypical side of reality in the fashion industry, and how ugly betty don’t look ugly but instead just have poor fashion sense. Ha, don't you just love literature lessons! Btw, anyone has the movie 'THE OTHERS' and 'DEVIL WEARS PRADA'? I’m itching to watch a good movie. I think SAR-E POL is really pretty. Actually, I think most females from Arabian countries are really pretty because their features are all very defined. Read the asian geographic, its really good. Lots of wonderful pictures and interesting stories. Manage to catch the last part of central affairs (or something like that) and let me tell you, it's a really touching show! Haha, because I teared up 10 minutes into the show esp when hailan's husband went to the prison in a wheelchair and told her he'll wait for her. Awww, fantasy is always so much better than reality. Oh yeah, I got an extra tooth growing out from the left side of my gum and its really painful. But this also means my lower jaw would be overcrowded and then my teeth would be uneven and crooked, ah. Maybe I'm just thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-8388612291051227418?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8388612291051227418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=8388612291051227418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8388612291051227418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/8388612291051227418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-really-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-3487083675910887635</id><published>2007-03-26T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:36:40.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOSE NUGGETS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This post is meant to be ignored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm restless&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i'm irritating&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing ant(s) on my table&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely warm&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking that ash is hot, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crushed by the thought that there is school tomorrow. My entire self is disintegrating into a pile of dust that would vanish when the vacuum cleaner comes. I sound emo, but trust me, MICHELLE and EMO-NESS don't mix well :) at least that what i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel corny lahhhhhhhhh. where's my boyfriend when i need one? Harr, i'm one heck of a needy mama. I can't believe i typed that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-3487083675910887635?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3487083675910887635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=3487083675910887635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/3487083675910887635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/3487083675910887635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-post-is-meant-to-be-ignored.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-9204395290955881064</id><published>2007-03-25T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:54:38.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TU AMOR'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant keep my eyes you *********.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAA, go figure. Passion arts was fun cause all i did was eat, ask people to do whatever was needed to be done and make sure everything was fine. The not so interesting part was the performance because i was in the huge auditorium almost the whole day watching the people rehearse. Thus i kind of dozed off during the later part of the actual performance, heh.  Many many souls turned up :) including my beloved who went home halfway, i think. Or maybe just went to the VIP lounge to sit and watch the show, tsk. Missed the chance to take pictures with her, ahhhh. Well, at least i know who her aunt is and maybe i will go do some info check, aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHNNY&lt;/span&gt; your wedding was disastrous. The bride was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-9204395290955881064?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9204395290955881064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=9204395290955881064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/9204395290955881064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/9204395290955881064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-keep-my-eyes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-4553978412794930286</id><published>2007-03-22T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:47:38.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passwords which ends with e'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its so lame! i hate the new blogger, i spent the past 15minutes trying to recall my username and password because my previous one was invalid. And now when i finally logged in, i got to go for my maths tution. So "WAH PAING EH" hahaha, i learnt that from some chinese show on the telly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HL CHOCOLATE MILK&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS MY '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANG TAO&lt;/span&gt;' FUN BUNS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-4553978412794930286?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4553978412794930286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=4553978412794930286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4553978412794930286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4553978412794930286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-so-lame-i-hate-new-blogger-i-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-1201999737318282369</id><published>2007-03-21T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T05:56:30.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk and cereal; milk and cereal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO FELLOW EARTHLINGS WHO VISIT THIS PLACE OF LAME RANTINGS BY MUNTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i like valencia&lt;br /&gt;i like cheryl&lt;br /&gt;i like kerrie&lt;br /&gt;i like pearlene&lt;br /&gt;i like abigail&lt;br /&gt;i like ru ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, another camp gone. Another year till the other, too bad veepoh wont be able to join us anymore. Oh man, i'll miss your presence and voice fats! JTT seems fun but at the same time tiring. Well, i wouldnt know cause evil people who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dooomed to die&lt;/span&gt; refuse to tell me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the messenger with kianboon and its a super short short and not-so-scary-but-scary movie. Ha! Made study plans with louisa at the mac near her house every sunday, let's hope i do study and not ust stare aimlessly at the passerbys and fries i would buy. Oh ya, 'care for you' also promised to bring me go wakeborading some time after our major exams and at the same time introduce american hotties to me, haha. I sound like some desperate kuku, heh. He said wakeboarding can help guys to get to know girls because girls would be swoon over by his smooth moves. Yeah right, i'll be the first to laugh if he falls flat on his face when he wakeboards! By the way, english oral yesterday sucked! I went out of point and ended with 'have a nice day' when Mr Chye asked me if i had anything to add. How pathetic can i get? Cross my fingers that i'll do well for o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Arts this saturday, that means i wont be able to go to church. Which also means i wont get to have dinner with my 4 fantastic cuckoos, arh darn it. I thought i wrote a pretty long entry but after going it through once, its so short. Bleh, i am such a loser. Pst, MEET THE ROBINSON seems nice, haha. I like the dinosaur "i cant help it if my head is so big but with arms so small" hahahahha :) Adios y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-1201999737318282369?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1201999737318282369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=1201999737318282369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1201999737318282369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/1201999737318282369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-fellow-earthlings-who-visit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-5610957189694033470</id><published>2007-03-09T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:06:13.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genes of gems and diamonds'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats the difference between being in the zoo and in the amusement park? Simple, in the zoo, you get to see monkeys whereas at the amusement park, you become one. AHAHAHA, i find this so amusing and true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you produce STEAK?&lt;br /&gt;A) S-TEA-EK&lt;br /&gt;B)STAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overheard one guy telling his friend that the steak at jack's place is goood, but he pronouced it as stake. So how would you pronouce it? I think i'll go with A. I also just realise that most secondary school's sports day fall on the same day, coolio. Didnt attend today's try outs, i missed my chance to be with jonathan, hahahaha. Went for finger excercise/practise and didnt pass any songs, ah at least i passed 2 out of 4 last week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR PTC, I CANT WAIT FOR MDM K TO TELL HOW GOOD I AM, I CANT WAIT, REALLY I CAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-5610957189694033470?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5610957189694033470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=5610957189694033470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/5610957189694033470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/5610957189694033470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-difference-between-being-in-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-4955629478294571084</id><published>2007-03-07T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:00:11.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweepers with umbrellas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HOO! It's been such a long time since i posted, heh. School was torturous today, why must i be a girl? Yes, its that time of the month again. Gah! PMS PMS PMS, well it stands for 4 things. Pre/ Present/ Past menstration symptoms or pre marital sex. Haha, i feel so 'open'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lit is really bad, and i mean real bad. I can't believe i got 17, actually i can. Ah, there goes my A1 for humans. I'm looking for a partner to go play tennis with me, anyone anybody anysoul interested? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIS_ob9AKzc/Re6NJeHkgCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tg_cquu14vQ/s1600-h/241554129l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039120226917318690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIS_ob9AKzc/Re6NJeHkgCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tg_cquu14vQ/s320/241554129l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wu zun, let's get married, hahahahhahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-4955629478294571084?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4955629478294571084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=4955629478294571084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4955629478294571084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/4955629478294571084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/hoo-its-been-such-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIS_ob9AKzc/Re6NJeHkgCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tg_cquu14vQ/s72-c/241554129l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-117152047056097042</id><published>2007-02-15T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:42:13.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickee'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;OH, i'm sick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ning nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;re throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;sprained ankle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;sprained back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;haha, i'm excuse from school for two days and more if the pain persists! Heh, what a memorable valentine day gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;School's celebration of valentine was the worst out of the four years i had. No special events, no chio shuai award, no one selling flowers. So bad, so bad. At least give me something memorable before i leave the school lah. &lt;strong&gt;KELVIN TAN&lt;/strong&gt;, you owe me flowers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;Dinner with my aunts were fun, though i was the one busy entertaining myself regardless of my backaches. I feel so out of place these few days, maybe its the hair. All of a sudden, i wish i had my long hair back. Oh, CNY's coming and my hair is in such a terrible condition. Help, i dont want to meet people with this lump of thing on my head :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;Saw many lovey-dovey couples holding flowers everywhere at j8. But i think there were more singles celebrating valentine's with friends than lovers, ha! SINGLES SHALL CONQUER THE WORLD! yes, i'm very bitter. Heh.&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/30792715-117152047056097042?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117152047056097042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=117152047056097042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117152047056097042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117152047056097042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-im-sick-running-nosesore.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-117136951267640838</id><published>2007-02-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:44:30.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm spending &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;VALENTINES&lt;/span&gt; playing netball, haha, not that i am complaining :) I was bored and i didnt really know what to give for valentine so heres a picture of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;! Haha, ignore the fat lips, ack. Haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/291924/CIMG0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/750940/CIMG0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-117136951267640838?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117136951267640838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=117136951267640838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117136951267640838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117136951267640838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-spending-valentines-playing-netball.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-117136888572346864</id><published>2007-02-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:16:19.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HURRY WITH THE FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/308474/collage36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/442114/collage36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;DINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/908896/collage37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/286257/collage37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;CAUGHT OFF GUARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/688662/collage33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/83950/collage33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;CHEESE PICKLES HAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/472926/collage32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/622712/collage32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SMILE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/70208/collage40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/213554/collage40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/488863/collage41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/196235/collage41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What bored people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/334101/collage42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/320/24502/collage42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2628/531/1600/548761/collage30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-117136888572346864?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117136888572346864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=117136888572346864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117136888572346864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117136888572346864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/hurry-with-food-dinner-caught-off.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-117076582656110894</id><published>2007-02-06T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:44:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;SHARIF ISHAK! NUMBER 17! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haha, yes, i am declaring my love for him. Heh :) "It is important that we, as Singaporeans, should speak only Standard English" Thats the motion for tomorrow's debate which would be held during assembly. Oh, shoot me. I'm already shaking in the ava room, now assembly hall?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ELEANOR LIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've decided to go cut my hair that quote: "looks like a mop". Ahh, such evil people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-117076582656110894?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117076582656110894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=117076582656110894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117076582656110894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117076582656110894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/sharif-ishak-number-17-haha-yes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-117034194423301228</id><published>2007-02-01T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T07:00:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't worry, i'm still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:125%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LESTER ANG KIAN BOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have piano tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i have debate tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i have a match tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;will my life end tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-117034194423301228?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/117034194423301228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=117034194423301228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117034194423301228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/117034194423301228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-worry-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116980787171585964</id><published>2007-01-26T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T02:49:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;hello! i went to school, yay! we played in the rain, yay! i fell before the game, yay! i ate cup noodles, yay! i have lot of work undone, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Fiiiine, i shall spare you all from the sacrasm. My knee hurts, my eyes sting and i cut my toe nails. Haha. I failed A maths, i had my locus test and mom's getting fries for me -.- i feel so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;chicken pok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My monstrous moodswings are gonna start erupting. I don't know, i think i have split personalities. Oh man/women/dogs/cats.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;NSS : SJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;20 : 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Well, i dont think i played well. That's it, fullstop, end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:70%;" &gt;(i like the umpire though, heh)&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/30792715-116980787171585964?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116980787171585964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116980787171585964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116980787171585964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116980787171585964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-i-went-to-school-yay-we-played.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116964396004671285</id><published>2007-01-23T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:08:30.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bowen : NSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  12       :   35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm sooooo lazy i dont wanna blog, not any moreee. heh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VALENTINES&lt;/span&gt;! i cant wait to spend time alone at home munching on chocolates and chips ): date me? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116964396004671285?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116964396004671285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116964396004671285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116964396004671285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116964396004671285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/01/bowen-nss-12-35-im-sooooo-lazy-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116817103829132115</id><published>2007-01-07T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:02:11.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well it's back to school tomorrow. Homeworks are still halfway done, bag is left unpacked and school shoes are still un-bought. Had combined service again, this is like the third one in a row. One of the reasons on why i don't adore combine services is because the translation makes the service very draggy, which would usually result in me being distracted. Rangers was fun, did a report on our muar missions and it was then that i realise how short the trip was. Not to worry, we're going back end of this year! Haha, which brings us to the life threatening, nerve wrecking o levels. Sheesh, i can't wait till its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't really want to go back to school tomorrow because my hair is super UGLY. That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cut off my sides, and now its super short like as if i cut it straight. I don't know how am i going to face the world tomorrow, ahhh. How i wish i would have warned him not to cut off the sides. But not to worry, i'm now glad my hair grows at such uncanny speed and ways! Now i see goodness of having hair grow at fast speed, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116817103829132115?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116817103829132115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116817103829132115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116817103829132115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116817103829132115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-its-back-to-school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116806428918025409</id><published>2007-01-06T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:02:42.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ITS THE FIRST SATURDAY OF THE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And one where i have to spend the whole day doing homework. School's not as hectic as it use to be but like what everyone says, it's just the beginning. Hair's growing at a very unpleasant speed meaning i got to go get it cut again, AH. I haven't gotten myself a pair of 100 % white school shoes, i haven't finish my holiday homework, i haven't bathe, i haven't eaten lunch, i haven't gotten myself a new bag, i haven't practise piano yet, i haven't clear my room yet. See the many haven'ts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Grandma wants to bathe ginny but she went into hiding. Grandma kept calling her to come out but she doesnt want to. Grandma rang the doorbell, ginny ran all the way to the door. Grandma caught whole of ginny, ginny's in the tub bathing. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mom's pretty pissed at me cause i refuse to go bathe. Haha, spongebob's showing in a few minutes. I'm going for a hair cut. I need to finish my work. I'm so lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall go bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116806428918025409?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116806428918025409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116806428918025409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116806428918025409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116806428918025409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-first-saturday-of-year-and-one.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116741278576595238</id><published>2006-12-30T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:03:21.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i am is Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dektos.net%2Fradio.blogIII%2Fsounds%2FHillsong%20United%20-%20The%20Stand.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazing-indulgences.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FOliver%20James-Greatest%20Story%20Ever%20Told.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwayofliahd.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FOliver%20James%20-%20Long%20Time%20Coming.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like what I'm feeling is a feeling that I feel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116741278576595238?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116741278576595238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116741278576595238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116741278576595238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116741278576595238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-am-is-yours.html' title='All i am is Yours'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116701405580234991</id><published>2006-12-25T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:04:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas is a time&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas is a time to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;muar mission trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was great! The people there were very friendly and not to mention talented. Can you imagine playing wacko for an hour plus? Haha, we did on the first day when the rangers first met the muar-ians. God touched their lives as well as ours. I learnt that simple and short prayers are better than those long and extravagant ones. The people i met are really contented with what they have all they want is more of God in their lives and that set me thinking about my christian life. Cheryl was my roomie and haha, we had a lot of hilarious stunts. Like how she was changing her pants and i decided to turn around and scare her, i saw her butt crack and started laughing while she hopped around trying to put on her pants and screaming her head off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;youth camp - United For One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;was another great experience and encounter with God. Four churches combined and let's say they didnt exactly blend in well with each other at first but gradually as time passes, i'm glad they did. I like my group, consisting of all the old but fun people. My angel turned out to be Samantha Soh from NDFI. Yeah, i agree she's sweet and nice. Haha, she gave me a sweet that has a scripture on it because a scripture a day keeps satan away. The sweet is still on my table beside me as i type this entry :) Obviously there are downs in the camp, as usual but this time, God changed the whole situation around! He touched my heart during worship. It wasn't those that would cause me to cry out loud or whatsoever, but a small gentle touch that cause me to smile. And i was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; after service, haha. Not quite what i expected after what happen but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hong kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;made me FATTER. Oh goodness, for once i hate holidays. Haha, i put on gazillion pounds! Sheesh, u zap didnt help much and the fact that i missed a month of training made matters worst. Hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CAROLLING WAS SO FUN! I LIKE ALL MY PRESENTS! THANK YOU! NOW I NEED TO FINISH MY HOL HOMEWORK, CRAP! HOW I HATE REALITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116701405580234991?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116701405580234991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116701405580234991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116701405580234991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116701405580234991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-time-christmas-is-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116481763363190781</id><published>2006-11-30T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:05:44.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutu and puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, it has certainly been a long time since I had blogged. But who cares, haha. Michelle is back! Sometimes when you reach a certain time where you have nothing to do except help filter the air through your tiny but many nose hairs, you'll end up glued to the television all day long. Like me, haha. I ended up not doing any of my hols homework and tuition homework thanks to the almighty televisions and its never-ending soap operas and cartoons. You know what? I like soap operas. Haha, serious. They're pretty interesting if you get over the you're young and hip, soap operas are obscene and belongs to the 70s idea, heh. I’m talking nonsense again, oh man. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ran for 20 minutes. Okay, I cheated, 18 minutes before the match with AI and boy was it tiring but I didn't step into the court at all, ha. I ran all round the 2 courts so that pretty much make up for the 2 minutes doesn't it? Haha, well I think it'll do. The shooters were tall, and she's only sec 2. Bloody hell, she's taller than me by a head. Did some stupid things like pull down Rachel’s pants when she was jumping up for the camera. Haha, it was super hilarious! Btw, she wore beige panties. Haha, kailin’s pants were supposed to come off too but kailing didn’t pull it down. It would have been so funny if she did. I, myself, as usual, did stupid stuff as well. Apparently they had to catch my silly goose flying and mouth opening moments on their handphones and I will kindly post them, later. Maybe not, check it out at the netball blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a good time with dumb and dumbest at sakae sushi after training. That explains my rounded belly, but heck, I had fun and a tummy ache. Though it was a short 2 hours and a few minutes meal, I had so much fun and trust me, our laughter caused several customers to look and stare. Haha, not to mention dumbest and I were constantly banging our heads and body against the chair and wall. Well, that certainly did not help us ease the giggling fits that we were having. Oh, I was tribe chef for the day! Well, I don’t know how exactly did my finger tips get all black and charcoal like but it did and I just had to do some stupid hand flinging actions and smear the black stuff (which I assume is good for my face) over my face. Not that bad, just two strokes across my face. Haha, the annoying part was this stupid conversation I had with dumb and dumbest!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michelle: Is my face still dirty?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dumbest: No but I still think its dirty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dumb: Ya, somehow it looks dirty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dumbest: It’s just your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hurhur, funny eh. Stupid female dogs. Haha, i've become very very mean and rude lately. I got to repent. FYI, jieying's dumb, i'm dumber and obviously Eunice is dumbest. Ha! I feel like munching on chips and soft shell crab, CRAP. Ahhaah, i find that funny, don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116481763363190781?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116481763363190781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116481763363190781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116481763363190781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116481763363190781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/tutu-and-puffs.html' title='Tutu and puffs'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116403806348372021</id><published>2006-11-20T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:54:23.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SUNDAY FUN :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/DSC_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/DSC_0338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. no offence jinghan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116403806348372021?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116403806348372021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116403806348372021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116403806348372021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116403806348372021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunday-fun-p.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116369273994778097</id><published>2006-11-17T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:34:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERDS HAVE BIG HARD DRIVES</title><content type='html'>Everyone's breaking up with their so called 'love of their life'. Haha, too many to name. But not to worry, michelle is still standing strong and celebrating singlehood! I'm pmsing, big time. All i see now is people annoying me by doing nothing. Haha, well blame it on eve for causing this to happen. The match against AHS was &lt;em&gt;not bad. &lt;/em&gt;Did you know the KFC at kallang let you refill your drinks, YOURSELF?! Haha, i just realised it today. And obviously i took advantage of it :) i didn't really take that much, just 3 cups of drinks. Hello, i didnt finish the last cup because wen zhuang said i can't bring it up the bus so technically, i only drank 2 &amp; 1/2 cup of fizzy water. Took the bus to city hall and boarded the train to marina to delay time. EA is having a BBQ tomorrow and i'm not invited ): not that i can't go but i just can't stand seeing that smirk on Mr taufik's face when he calls me an alien. Yes, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls me an alien whenever he sees me lurking around in his classroom other than the norm english lessons. Yeah, mr taufik is my english teacher and i heard he got tattoos. Oooh, big deal -.- why is everyone making a fuss about his tattoo (which i don't even think he has). Now would we want a gangster to be our teacher? Well, i think it's gonna be pretty interesting. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath; a step back and decide to not even gossip about you because i am trying to be set apart from you and your little circle of &lt;em&gt;friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum still loves me so i'll live. Louisa, can we go somewhere near instead? Heh, its so far! Clarabelle, go search through the garabage for that $5 voucher which you threw away to treat me muffins and tea. Cheryl, one more paper and you're free ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but everything seems to somehow come to the topic of christianity these days. Everywhere i go, almost every blog i visit has something about God and His word. I don't know why but i do feel lost in the midst of all the events at church, i'm beginning to become lazy and stop reading the bible. I feel so, ignored sometimes. I would even cry just by sitting there waiting for His reply but i know, God work in His special ways and i know He will answer someday through some people. How great is our God? Let me tell you, even if i don't feel His presence, even if i feel like everything is going so badly and turned upside down, i say our God is GREAT. I need to learn how to truely surrender my all to Him. Wish me luck on that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPPER LUNCH: Tokusen Rib eye Steak, anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116369273994778097?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116369273994778097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116369273994778097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116369273994778097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116369273994778097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/nerds-have-big-hard-drives.html' title='NERDS HAVE BIG HARD DRIVES'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116360081103467037</id><published>2006-11-14T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:26:51.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oversided dollie</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for bio remedial lessons and i swear, i almost died there. HAHAHAHA, anyway its the last lesson for the year :) though i really need to catch up because i missed like what, 4 lessons of bio during the hols. BUT, i'll do the catching up maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked to the magazine stand in popular. Haha, you know the one with many many skinny girls in skimpy clothings as cover girl. Heh, i am just referring to a particular section there, not all magazines have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those people&lt;/span&gt; as cover girls. I've been reading the magazines there lately, interesting to know some facts about celebrities. Okay, i was attracted to the juicy gossips i'll get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe tomorrow's thursday. So fast, i'm not really in the mood against anglican. GAH, please let me intercept some balls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLEASE! &lt;/span&gt;I'm pretty desperate to do some saves and kick their butt (not in the bad way of course, i'm no sore loser).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA, i tried audition today and let me tell you, it sucks! HAHAHA, it's like normal DDR cept using the keyboard arrows. And to think people get hook on to that game, no offence to whoever's playing eg: KELVIN TAN ;) you'll thank me for putting yer name here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116360081103467037?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116360081103467037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116360081103467037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116360081103467037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116360081103467037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/oversided-dollie.html' title='oversided dollie'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116342732524616312</id><published>2006-11-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:24:37.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>assasins and sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SILLY CONVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh, we're 9 years apart&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;not bad what&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;okay mah&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;so if im 20 he'll be 29&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;we can get married then&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;hhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyi's bringing me to marina for steamboat fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;clarabelle's got to go swim with me.&lt;br /&gt;beans and black charcoal demand i go shopping with them.&lt;br /&gt;joey is gonna go through a make over by me (which will fail but who cares, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MY MOUTH ALL BRACED &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;or TWO FRONT TEETH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116342732524616312?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116342732524616312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116342732524616312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116342732524616312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116342732524616312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/assasins-and-sins.html' title='assasins and sins'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116333873509531407</id><published>2006-11-12T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:50:20.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuel this flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I did this when i was bored, so should you. Now, let's move and start doing it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference. cow, tiger, sheep, horse, pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) write one word that describes each one of the following: dog, cat, rat, coffee, sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) think of someone (who also knows you and is important to you) that you can relate them to the following colours (do not repeat your answer twice. name just one person for each colour.) yellow, orange, red, white, green.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's the interpretations, that really makes a lot of sense despite me not being the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dala lamai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) this will define your priorities in your life. cow signifies career, tiger signifies pride, sheep signifies love, horse signifies family, pig signifies money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) your description of dog implies your own personality. your description of cat implies the personality of your partner. your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies. your description of coffee is how you interpret sex. your description of the sea implies your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) yellow represents someone you will never forget. orange represents someone you consider your true friend. red represents someone that you really love. white represents your twin soul. green represents someone that you will remember for the rest of your life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; yes, i'm confused over what? i don't even know. damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116333873509531407?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116333873509531407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116333873509531407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116333873509531407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116333873509531407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuel-this-flame.html' title='fuel this flame'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116326303056212014</id><published>2006-11-11T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:44:05.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet murmurings of foul love</title><content type='html'>Ginny's sleeping on the floor in her grey sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things going on around me which i haven't notice till today. But who cares? Michelle is having fun :) and that's pretty much all that matters. Went to church early in the morning for youth camp games try outs. The games are pretty simple and understandable so it finished quite early. Many didn't come down and i miss certain of them, haha. Nah, i missed all of 'em. Went down to whampoa temporary market for lunch with grace chris benjamin. Besides the oil and chao ta-ness, the carrot cake tasted fiinee. Worship was great! Really felt something stir up in me, it's a feeling i haven't felt in a long time. Dined at F&amp;C with jamin cheryl jinghan ps.alvin nic. There's something fishy going on between cheryl and nice, haha and i know what it is! Went to MOS burger after that for my usual rounds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh ping,&lt;/span&gt; haha. Pity xueqi's not working today or i might be able to get some free stuff. Went to popular to buy file folder for the filing of youth camp papers and the prices were seriously very very astounding. A bloody file with 10 plastic sheets costs about $4. Such SCAM and SCANDAL! Heh, i can't wait for christmas, really. I can't wait for my hongkong trip. I can't wait for ang moh guys to come and fill singapore with their lovely faces. It'll come, these things will come. Someday~ The below silly convo is between me and my beloved C, haha. So silly and stupid but i like ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;pluck some grass and motivate you&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;sun bath&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;grass grass...&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;bring that grass for a swim&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;my golfball?&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;cao cao&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;cao cao would definitly look FINE in red swimming trunks&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;DANG! SO HOT&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;(: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;we sound so sick can&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;it's you&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;your hua hua would look hot too&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;C says:&lt;br /&gt;dont ever think about that&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;not thinking&lt;br /&gt;peeing box; castrated strippers says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;FOREVER GOD IS FAITHFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116326303056212014?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116326303056212014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116326303056212014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116326303056212014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116326303056212014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-murmurings-of-foul-love.html' title='sweet murmurings of foul love'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116317057313485466</id><published>2006-11-10T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:57:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREEN AND MOIST&lt;br /&gt;GREEN AND MOIST&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE GREEN AND MOIST&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH&lt;br /&gt;IT IS&lt;br /&gt;GREEN AND MOIST&lt;br /&gt;GREEN AND MOIST&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE GREEN AND MOIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116317057313485466?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116317057313485466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116317057313485466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116317057313485466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116317057313485466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/green-and-moist-green-and-moist-there.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116262215005305093</id><published>2006-11-04T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:53:14.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a discovery today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMO&lt;/strong&gt; comes from the word &lt;strong&gt;EMO&lt;/strong&gt;TIONAL. So, people who are emo are emotional. I am such a genius, haha and I almost died from sneezing too much today. I took a picture with my mom in the car yesterday and the pictures were all so.. funny. haha, i decided to take it out since she looked really, ugly. HEH&lt;br /&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/30792715-116262215005305093?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116262215005305093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116262215005305093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116262215005305093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116262215005305093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-made-discovery-today-emo-comes-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116230886399068357</id><published>2006-10-31T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:34:24.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe he said that. ARGH! he made it seem like i'm some kind of stalker, what the hell. Hello, who wants to be his stalker (er, maybe i was but still) GAHH.. whatever. Go loose a life by jumping into some river and get eaten by piranas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;HAPPY&lt;/s&gt; LOUSY HALLOWEEN! &lt;/span&gt;all thanks to you, i'll never forget this day. i still can't believe it. Anger is the root of all evil, so true. I got to go pray and ask God to help me on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116230886399068357?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116230886399068357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116230886399068357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116230886399068357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116230886399068357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-he-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116212619909383988</id><published>2006-10-29T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T06:31:14.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LONDON BRIDGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VeydmD-R-I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VeydmD-R-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BARBIE GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwutQuHdyPY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwutQuHdyPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DESTINY'S ANGELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWCXzG1z5sw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWCXzG1z5sw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANNABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/McB39rqU1MM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/McB39rqU1MM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, this is so funny. You people have&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; got&lt;/span&gt; to watch this! And just for stating the obvious, they're all guys. Haha, what a pity, they would have become extremely good female lip sync-ers. HAHA, ooh one of them wears braces :D eh, i trust that they still have their manly side with the muscles on their arm. HAHAHA, i shall post some of their much more manly videos in the next post. CHEERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116212619909383988?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116212619909383988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116212619909383988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116212619909383988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116212619909383988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/london-bridge-barbie-girl-destinys.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116185379758650598</id><published>2006-10-26T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:09:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ITS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL but where's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're too young to understand; what it meant to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116185379758650598?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116185379758650598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116185379758650598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116185379758650598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116185379758650598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-last-day-of-school-but-wheres-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116161350794717708</id><published>2006-10-23T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:25:07.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap, i lost my dad's memory card. which seem expensive, and will definitely piss him off if i told him. Goodness, i swear i saw it on the table a few days back. See, thats what happen to stuff in my care so never ever put things in my care. Got to wait for grandma to come tomorrow and ask her about it, maybe she took it and hid it, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;TEH PING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, i miss MOS tea with milk. and because i miss it, i'm gonna post a picture of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/DSC01827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/DSC01827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116161350794717708?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116161350794717708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116161350794717708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116161350794717708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116161350794717708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/crap-i-lost-my-dads-memory-card.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116135381832674947</id><published>2006-10-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:16:58.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got promoted. so did everyone else, as usual. i am not gonna put up my results cause it really stinks. Ask me personally and i'll tell. Nothing out of the ordinary happen, i need entertainment. I so need to get a life soon or else i'll really go nuts being kept in captivity at home. I can't stand school. I can't wait for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bunch of selfish skunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling funny, maybe its the almond jelly i ate directly after eating curry. Or maybe its just me. I feel like diving into a pool of grapejuice, heh. Singapore seriously needs a revamp(esp in the area of where the male species are concerned). Haha, why why why. I've been complaining bout the guys in singapore being too short and er, not lovely. And trust me, a lot of girls agree. See, come on! Import some new breed into the country, maybe from korea? america? japan? australia? I don't know. For some reasons, i feel like i need to go out and meet some certain people. Let's see, maybe i will go out if i am really bored. (which aint gonna happen anytime soon) Can anyone get me the lemon thingy from marks and spencer? it look really nice in the papers, quite cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people are busy looking fer jobs right now, are you really that in need of money or are you just.. being a copycat? i can't be bothered with you right now, i got other important stuff to concentrate on, so happy job hunting. *i am not referring to ANYONE in particular, understand that. Oh, Desmond smells nice and i secretly used his cologne once. okay, you got me, twice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so, cry me a river&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116135381832674947?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116135381832674947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116135381832674947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116135381832674947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116135381832674947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-promoted.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116109219925414835</id><published>2006-10-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:57:53.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) i got tears to spare, so clarabelle hurry with the discs &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The reveal of the dreadful results after moderation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The seeing of some unwanted awful people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The touching of the 'not-so-interesting' netball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The meeting of my doom, okay, maybe not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to go school, it's such an awful place. I'm getting goosebumps just by thinking of the fact that i got to go to school surrounded by the haze, which i think should cause the school to close down. Oh well, me and my wishful thinking again. Went shopping with my dear mother at vivocity and to be honest, i enjoyed the trip alot :) Mom got me one top, one bottom, one pair of shoes and one packet of laurel pads which came with a free bottle of vitamins. Ate carl's junior and speaking of it, i don't see the onion rings i took away anywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116109219925414835?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116109219925414835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116109219925414835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116109219925414835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116109219925414835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-tears-to-spare-so-clarabelle.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116075430589063632</id><published>2006-10-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:45:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENTOSA&lt;/span&gt; 11/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage22.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage23.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage24.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage24.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage25.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage25.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116075430589063632?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116075430589063632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116075430589063632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116075430589063632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116075430589063632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/sentosa-1110.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116014956323930693</id><published>2006-10-06T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:51:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/06102006237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 151px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/06102006237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i screwed my lit paper today. I used 2 pieces of fullscap while others used an average of 3 :( but i think i'll get a just pass. Haha, consolation. AND mr ho smells nice, heh. Mr Ho's the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; p.o.a teacher who came over to invigilate my class for both my lit/eng P2/biology. He's not some old balding man with thick glasses and no fashion sense. but some young handsome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; lad who graduated from university after being retained in school for 3 years. Haha, unbelievable eh? I like people who smells nice, come on, who doesn't? I didn't purposely go sniff him lah, he happen to walk pass my table and his scent just goes up my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice is baby-sitting her little cousin at home whe she's suppose to come out to meet me and watch movie. GAHH.. I pity that kid, haha. You know, i feel like doing someting silly and big. Maybe chopping off my hair? I want to cut it short short short but at the same time, i'll look super large in size because of my broad shoulders. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Large = Big = Fat. &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps i'm over &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reacting, but you know. I'm a girl and i have erhh issue, haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116014956323930693?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116014956323930693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116014956323930693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116014956323930693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116014956323930693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-screwed-my-lit-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-116003342240916271</id><published>2006-10-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:30:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but here i am, stuffing myself with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-116003342240916271?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/116003342240916271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=116003342240916271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116003342240916271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/116003342240916271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-be-skinny-but-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115971313150605851</id><published>2006-10-01T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T07:32:11.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS EDRIC LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i just figured out what EOY means. END OF YEAR, can't you people just type it out? GAHHHH.. i tried super hard to study, i really did :( oh man, this stinks. AND PEOPLE GO REGISTER FOR YOUTH CAMP, EARLY BIRD DISCOUNT BEFORE 11 OCT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;website: http://united.churchandministry.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not say i am a sales person, i AM NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115971313150605851?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115971313150605851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115971313150605851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115971313150605851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115971313150605851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-edric-lah-okay-i-just-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115952739525321485</id><published>2006-09-29T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:58:50.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/collage14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/collage14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't really know what i was doing.&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/30792715-115952739525321485?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115952739525321485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115952739525321485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115952739525321485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115952739525321485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-really-know-what-i-was-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115952076757618687</id><published>2006-09-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:43:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THEY'RE COMING BACK &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; for each an every one of you! haha, guess what? I haven't started studying for fye yet. Heh, practically stayed back in school every single day to play volley ball. It's a pretty addictive sport. It actually started out with the &lt;strong&gt;paper ball fight&lt;/strong&gt; (netballers v.s. basketballers + 1 CO). At this rate, i'll flunk my bio paper on monday &lt;em&gt;and my maths and my physics and my english and my literature and my a math.&lt;/em&gt; I'm feeling dizzy, i feel like as if my brain has not enough oxygen (thats why i have been taking super big/deep breaths). I blame it on the Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper uber incredibly jealous of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HER &lt;/span&gt;because she has W*****, haha. I wonder why? Heh,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i miss edric&lt;/span&gt; :( badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;we are family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115952076757618687?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115952076757618687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115952076757618687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115952076757618687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115952076757618687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/theyre-coming-back-today-d-i-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115926347641127823</id><published>2006-09-26T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:04:14.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; noticed that i notice &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; actually took notice of me? Perhaps this is the best time for &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to befriend me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think paris hilton is intelligent but lewd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; fatter everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhh. that's because, i have been a bad lazy pig and haven't been exercising. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;M.U.S.T G.O S.W.I.M and S.T.O.P E.A.T.I.N.G &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;excessively&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think i have talent in tennis. Maybe it's been hidden all this while. Ha, played tennis during P.E. and i, for once, loved it! I got so many exams with so little time left (and i thought it was like another month away). I'm not studying, i'm not practicing. I'm doing nothing except type and stare. Homework = chore &amp;amp; revising = killing braincells . To sum it all up, studying = bad! How i wish it was true. I'm practically vomiting out &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; ideas for youth camp workshop, GOD i need wisdom and creativity. Help me! My hair smells so nice, ahh.. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115926347641127823?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115926347641127823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115926347641127823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115926347641127823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115926347641127823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/havent-you-noticed-that-i-notice-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115918665975970363</id><published>2006-09-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:14:09.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASK AND DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was asked to do this and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single,taken or crushing?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy with your life now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you meet the right person,do you fall in love with him/her fast? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe that there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, puh-lease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you take someone back if he cheats on you? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever talked about marriage with another before? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, my parents wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want children?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes yes yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe 2, twins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever consider adoption? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone likes you right now,what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me straight in the face. no point beating around the bush, but haha, i doubt it'll happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you enjoy getting into relationship? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never been in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be honest,what is the furtherest thing you and your ex did? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er, nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you romantic?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i think so, i hope so, YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe you can change someone? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe GOD can :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could get married somewhere,where would it be? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a church, a white wedding. Haha, maybe jump off a plane and make the priest jump off and witness it too. HAHA, or else the bird can be our witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you give in easily when you are fighting? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO, unless it's my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have feelings for someone right now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe, maybe not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wish that you could have someone but u messed it up? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever broken a heart?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that i know off, not possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one day your best friend falls in love with the person you are deeply in love with,what will you do? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidnap my friend, torture her, force her to give up. If she doesnt, silence her chop up her body and hide it all over Singapore. haha, nah. it depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you missing someone now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, loads of 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 3 free periods, straight :) thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;, i was so tired and grumpy, i could die any minute. Ugh, i need to score in chemistry. My physics is plain lousy. I'm super glad i didn't choose to go EA last year. Phew, i would fail so badly. Batman's showing on channel 5 and riddler is super gay with his pink hair/rubber suit/preppy voice! Oh gosh, he went into an aslyum and think he's batman in the end. Haha, i suddenly miss the show 'The Mask'. Wanted to catch 'The Devil Wears Prada' with eunice after bio practical (which i, by the way, was the last to finish) at sun plaza but they don't have a suitable timeslot. Why why why? Bought Mr Bean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tang yuan &lt;/span&gt;and the old people just like to snatch seats away from eunice's and my butt. Ended up seating on one of the wooden bench near the lift. Opened the lid and found out that they gave me 4 peanutballs instead of the normal 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle: eh, the auntie gave me 4 balls&lt;br /&gt;eunice: aiyo, so typical Singaporean. Give you more you complain. Give you too little you complain. Don't eat lah!&lt;br /&gt;michelle: haha, eat also die. don't eat also die. Eat lah!&lt;br /&gt;eunice: dye hair have cancer, don't dye have cancer. Dye lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our conversation went on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will win this year's Singapore Idol? People say Hady sings well and looks fine but Johnathan will be most likely to win.  Aint it ironic? I just realise how small the stage is and the funny part is that the band is hidden beneath the stage. Heh, someone SANG OUT OF TUNE! And i'm pretty sure that it's one of the females. Haha, i'm still brooding about the fact that matilda was out. She was/is really gooood. Everyone's singing pretty 'hip' song aye? From the click 5 to fall out boys to jessica simpson. I find joakim super annoying, jumping around. A lot of energy ah? Hello, you lip-sync lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my jaw hurts; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes it just aint right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115918665975970363?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115918665975970363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115918665975970363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115918665975970363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115918665975970363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/ask-and-do.html' title='ASK AND DO'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115902990914560354</id><published>2006-09-24T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:32:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a day to be remembered :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/23092006160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/23092006160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;threesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/23092006177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/23092006177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the monkey behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/23092006163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/23092006163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mich/jer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/23092006187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/23092006187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/23092006189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/23092006189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;behind those hairy hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115902990914560354?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115902990914560354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115902990914560354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115902990914560354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115902990914560354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-to-be-remembered-threesome-see.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115892314341947083</id><published>2006-09-22T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T04:09:18.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/CIMG0075a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/200/CIMG0075a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   MY NEWLY INSTALLED BRACES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;credit to LOUISA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115892314341947083?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115892314341947083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115892314341947083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115892314341947083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115892314341947083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-newly-installed-braces-credit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115892014418491732</id><published>2006-09-22T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T03:28:14.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my desire: to honor You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all my heart&lt;/span&gt; I worship You.&lt;br /&gt;All I have within me, I give You praise.&lt;br /&gt;All that I adore is in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I give You my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I live for You alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I take,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I'm awake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have Your way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Do not bring me to the test, but deliver me from evil.&lt;br /&gt;Help me come back to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115892014418491732?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115892014418491732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115892014418491732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115892014418491732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115892014418491732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-my-desire-to-honor-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115883646256508662</id><published>2006-09-21T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T04:29:04.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10 things&lt;/span&gt; I would do before I die:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Get married, to err.. let's not name names :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Go punch those who I hate and then ask for forgiveness &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Scream out my life story to the ocean &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4)Spend a whole day writing letters and send it to random people &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fly to at least different 10 countries &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A day at the beach with my family, like old times &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Learn to bake cakes/cookies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do something extreme &gt;skydive? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bring at least 10 people to church and let God do miracles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10)&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Learn to drive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Random, random, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.doyougetme.net/radio.blog/sounds/My Heart Will Trust - Hillsong.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://marvelboi.igotfree.com/radio.blog/sounds/Hillsong - Oceans Will Part.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://marvelboi.igotfree.com/radio.blog/sounds/Hillsong - At The Cross.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://marvelboi.igotfree.com/radio.blog/sounds/Hillsong - Mighty To Save.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115883646256508662?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115883646256508662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115883646256508662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115883646256508662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115883646256508662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-things-i-would-do-before-i-die1-get.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115858549822120041</id><published>2006-09-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T04:31:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eyes might bleed due to the intense &lt;s&gt;rubbing&lt;/s&gt; scratching with my nails now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115858549822120041?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115858549822120041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115858549822120041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115858549822120041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115858549822120041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-eyes-might-bleed-due-to-intense.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115858085270823254</id><published>2006-09-18T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:50:20.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;current booze: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;belated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BIRTHDAY JAEL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(though i'm super sure you're having a great time with munchong now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; herbal eggs. Man, especially the egg yolk. Gross, how can you people like it, bleah! Manage to finish my literature class test in one period and really, I can't help but tell everyone about the way I answered my first question. I followed the P.E.E.P method and I'm damn proud of my answers! Though I only followed that method for my first question out of three :) I have a math/ physics/ math/ chinese test this week, and I just finished my chinese oral today. Got 17.5 / 20. Read the essay twice and misread two words, TWICE. Heh, mdm ho was really kind to me, I had a great time oral-ing. (sound so wrong). &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now now, don't say mdm ho is bias towards her student or anything, i just happen to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;thus more time to spare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  The topic for the conversation was on modeling. Which i scored a 9.5 out of 10 :) haha, i'm a proud gloating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt; today. Blame it on the cogate! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL&lt;/span&gt;! Another week till the arrival of my beloved beans! Mum's bugging me to bathe, not that I don't want to but I just ate. Grandma said that my tummy will become bloated if I bathe after eating, to prevent my stomach from gaining unwanted bloat ness, I'll pass for a few minutes more.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really love Nadia! She's super funny, she made my day with her silly act of being electrocuted when yibing pointed the remote controller to her in class and praising me :D yeah, all you got to do is praise me to make me happy. Remember that! I so easy to please, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $1,976,228 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm worth $400,000 more, haha. I wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;GAR BOO BA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115858085270823254?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115858085270823254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115858085270823254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115858085270823254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115858085270823254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-booze-unwritten-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115838699888488251</id><published>2006-09-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:14:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Botox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my face twice, trying desperately to close those huge ugly pores lurking around and leaving behind evidence and reminder that they are there when they come in contact with dirt. Ugh, now my face feels like plastic, its pretty much numb and un-stretchable. It feels like as if I went for botox, I look so weird when I tried to smile into the mirror. The bitter irony is that everyone goes through puberty but only certain people (like me) have to go through these tormenting experience that will stain my face for life.  I'm getting pretty annoyed with this subject because a lot of people around me eg. Eunice and Jing Han, don't have such worries &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though I'm convince in the future they will have it!&lt;/span&gt; Stupid self conscious, if I don't have it, I'll probably be having a much better life, don't cha agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like being tinkle bell for a day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115838699888488251?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115838699888488251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115838699888488251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115838699888488251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115838699888488251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/botox-i-washed-my-face-twice-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115831769195014083</id><published>2006-09-15T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T03:58:28.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:font;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever wondered why God made moms? These are answers given by elementary school age children :) hilarious yet true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:font;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why did God make  mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. She's the  only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. To help us out of there when we  were getting born.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How did God make  mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. He used  dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of  stirring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. God made  my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What ingredients are mothers made  of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. God makes  mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the world and one dab of  mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. They had to  get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why did God give you your mother and  not some other mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. We're related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like  me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What kind of little girl was your  mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. My mom has  always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but  my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What did mom need to know about dad  before she married him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. His last name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk  on beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Does  he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why did your mom marry your  dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. My dad makes  the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with  him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. My grandma  says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who's the boss at your  house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Mom doesn't  want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She  sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do  than dad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's the difference between moms  and dads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Moms  work at work &amp; work at home, &amp;amp; dads just go to work at  work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Moms know  how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Dads are taller &amp; stronger, but moms  have all the real power 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your  friend's. Moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have  magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What does your mom do in her spare  time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Mothers  don't do spare time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What would it take to make your mom  perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. On the  inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd  diet, maybe blue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you could change one thing about  your mom, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid  of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. I'd  make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid  of those invisible eyes on her back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:50%;"  &gt;you like geography but i hated it&lt;br /&gt;you like going out but i hated it&lt;br /&gt;you like hanging out around people but i hated it&lt;br /&gt;you like physics but i hated it&lt;br /&gt;you and i don't have anything in common&lt;br /&gt;the only thing we have is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115831769195014083?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115831769195014083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115831769195014083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115831769195014083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115831769195014083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/ever-wondered-why-god-made-moms-these.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115815832241980488</id><published>2006-09-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:44:02.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jael don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bummer! Nevermind, i got rachel and beans! Speaking of them, their leaving for Philippines in like approximately 7 hours. Yeah i'll miss them badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel/Valencia/Bernice/Jamin/Aggie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will tease me of my fats and siap hair &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which i dont have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No one will sing song of fats and siap hair &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which, again, i dont have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around me on Sunday mornings. No one to declare their love for me, oh man. 16 days, they'll be gone for 16 days. S-I-X-T-E-E-N, urgh. At least they're fulfiling the great commission which by the way in the new RIV  (rachel international version) bible is er, i forgot. Haha, oops but she said in her version, the book of Matthew has 29 chapters. Heh. Anyway, lessons were like crap. Woke up late in the morning and when i ask my mum if i can skip school, she look like she was going to agree but end up saying: 'you better go, no, go!' Didn't have any strength and luckily, mr neo didnt come to class because he had to invigilate for prelims. Prelims prelims, i got another year :) but i seriously need to get on track and study! Pray for me people that i have the focus and determination to study, i'll need it. Thank you ;D i better go sleep, or not, i'll be all grouchy and restless tomorrow, adios peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the red strap white base one STARBOX, i'm waiting! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the green one not bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115815832241980488?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115815832241980488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115815832241980488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115815832241980488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115815832241980488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/jael-dont-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115805549164251606</id><published>2006-09-12T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:19:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i typed a really long email and i think i didnt send it out. I typed the email into the cc: columm, now, i can't retrive it! Gawd, this can't be happening. And no, i won't be typing another one, not much energy and definitely no more inspiration left. Let's hope and pray hard that my friend will recieve it. Manage to not go to school yesterday, ha :) But no matter how hard i tried to make myself fall sick in a day, it just won't work. I tried mixing milk/guava juice/ sourplum &amp;amp; starfruit juice together to make my stomachace worse but it just won't work. Call me dumb, but i desperately need to not go to school. Heh, but i still did in the end. Now, i got to rush 3 set of math papers, chinese letter writing on campus superstar (er, so lame) and.. well, nothing. Class test gonna start and in a month or so, final year. Heh, i'm so looking forward to the hols! Keeping a positive mindset will somehow make time fly faster. Haha, i'm just adding new dimensions to denial right? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTC was super fun and tiring. The sleep over at rach house was bothe hilarious and exciting. I think rach mom loves me because i greeted her in the morning with a loud 'good morning' :) By the way, Norman Wong Mun Joon (Wen Jun sounds so much nicer) is gay cause he define lester as &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; and he think&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;he's&lt;em&gt; spongebob&lt;/em&gt;. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115805549164251606?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115805549164251606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115805549164251606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115805549164251606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115805549164251606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-man-i-typed-really-long-email-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115761570911627218</id><published>2006-09-07T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:59:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; So let me on down&lt;br /&gt;cause time has made me strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to move on&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say this now&lt;br /&gt;your chance has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;and you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hissy Fit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Timetable fer the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Homework&lt;br /&gt;-Sausage buns!&lt;br /&gt;-SIMS SIMS SIMS&lt;br /&gt;-Bathe&lt;br /&gt;-Pack bag for DTC&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting&lt;br /&gt;-Slp ov'r with BEANS at rachel's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LOULOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i know you're reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115761570911627218?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115761570911627218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115761570911627218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115761570911627218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115761570911627218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-let-me-on-down-cause-time-has-made.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115745580776170564</id><published>2006-09-05T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T04:30:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHI YI GAVE ME A MUFFIN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since i ate one lah! Went to the library with AMTLY &amp;&amp;amp; WSY , couldn't resist the temptations of borrowing books. Ha, i know it sounds weird but thats a fact! I tend to borrow a lot of books from the library, as for the reading part, hmm. Thats not the point, i would prefer not to get into that? Heh. Took 811 to eunice's place to collect my math homework, didn't get down at the stop which i was suppose to get off because big fat shiyi decides to block the way out -.- ended up walking a, may i add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;, distance. I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; detest walking! I'm pretty sure everyone agrees with me, unless you're some psychotic perv who love to walk mile after mile. In my beautiful world, no such person exist. Yes, i'm ranting rubbish again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall pester eunice to go drink fluffy with me tomorrow, she owes me one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEANS go sleepover at rachel's place lah! Who know's what she'll do to me at night -shudders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115745580776170564?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115745580776170564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115745580776170564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115745580776170564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115745580776170564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/shi-yi-gave-me-muffin-its-been-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115738346558708140</id><published>2006-09-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:35:45.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You laid aside Your majesty,&lt;br /&gt;Gave up everything for me,&lt;br /&gt;Suffered at the hands of those who You've created.&lt;br /&gt;You took all my guilt and shame,&lt;br /&gt;When You died and rose again.&lt;br /&gt;Now today You reign,&lt;br /&gt;In heaven and earth exalted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to worship You my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;You have won my heart and i am Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;I will love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who died for me,&lt;br /&gt;Gave Your life to set me free,&lt;br /&gt;So i lift my voice to You in adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Steve Irwin died on 4th sept 2006 when filming for ocean's deadliest. It somehow affected me because my dad and i were huge fan of croc diaries. We even thought of going to his zoo in australia sometime later. His departure will be a great loss in this world. Rest in peace dear mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115738346558708140?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115738346558708140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115738346558708140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115738346558708140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115738346558708140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-laid-aside-your-majesty-gave-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115702069490243980</id><published>2006-08-31T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:33:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $1,409,036 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY DISAGREE, I SHOULD WORTH MORE THAN THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day concert was a blast, partly because i was in the staff lounge half of the day being a waitress serving cakes to the teachers. I didn't get to eat any lor, the policy was that i get to EAT the cake, not SERVE them. It's super sad you know, seeing the cake being eaten right infront of me. Oh well, my waistline is safe from the moment.. now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything was fine till &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; came along.&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothin' would affect me&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; did&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm hooked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: it aint drugs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115702069490243980?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115702069490243980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115702069490243980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115702069490243980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115702069490243980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-worth-1409036-on-humanforsale.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115686058510564375</id><published>2006-08-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:09:45.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realise how big the words are when people visit my blog using internet explorer. Super ugly but i don't know how to change so, bear with it :) I'm super stress up now with the teacher's day celebration because apparently some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; don't want to do things their suppose to do. Argh! I shall be nice and not talk about them even though i really want to rant about them. And i missed 3 trainings because of the rehersal, which was sucky and lousy. Ooooh, fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i know are slowly being snatch away into satan's evil clutches. I hate you satan even though i'm suppose to love my enemy as thy self. Heh, but seriously! I suddenly 'discovered' certain bad habits my friends picked up when their stress from their other peers. And all i can do is confiscate, but they'll still have them tomorrow. Pfft, infuriating, i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the september hols, 2 more days. I can wait :D dum dee dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115686058510564375?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115686058510564375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115686058510564375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115686058510564375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115686058510564375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-realise-how-big-words-are-when.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115625221857968051</id><published>2006-08-22T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:54:38.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blind/mute/deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's got a smile that it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Where everything&lt;br /&gt;Was as fresh as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;bright blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115625221857968051?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115625221857968051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115625221857968051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115625221857968051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115625221857968051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/blindmutedeaf.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115591452501837724</id><published>2006-08-18T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:21:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tunes: God He Reigns/All i need is You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt; the following that are true about you, &lt;i&gt;italicize&lt;/i&gt; things you wish were true and then add one true thing about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I eat alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could sing properly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to spend my own money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wear contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can run for a long long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot start conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss somebody, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am studying at Taylors college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have handbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would go for plastic surgery if its free, scar free, and if God allows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would wear braces for the rest of my life, but ones which i can take out as and when i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of fats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been on an aeroplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a list of friends who adores me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried biscuits with chilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think most caucasians with blue/green eyes are hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can shout and poke people, openly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to jump and dry my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate people who bite their nails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be able to drink coffee and not spit it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I use to think tattoos and lip rings are cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly around the world with a visa card (that has unlimited access to millions and billions of cash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy chinese romance novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mentally punch people i hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drink and drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy obsession with cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forgot what i did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have extremely loaded god-parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a ballerina (unbelievable, believe it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hungry, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a rich pretty princess of a country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on the same person, twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think butch have better fashion sense than most guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a well-known vet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my telly and the air con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would rather eat than shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be the stalker of my lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty 'fine' with techno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am in need of money (who doesnt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Board the plane to Perth and start my career there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching soap operas (ha, i am ashamed of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a christian :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone to profess his undying love for me at the parade square with a bouquet of flowers in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost whisperer's plot is super heart wrenching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used veet before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have someone to holla at every minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to M&amp;S fruity-beauty berry blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Control the growth (speed) of my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on someone older than me by 10 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a copy machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In heaven with my whole entire family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have my own mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party-pooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to be a motivator, gazillion unsuccessful attempts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Own a horse/ posh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot live without water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think watching cartoons is the best way to kill time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can eat all day without gaining weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only 164cm, short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believed that tooth-fairies exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ability to hibernate during spring, in the morning and noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer original to crispy chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lose interest in people very quickly and would try to ignore them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Own my very own N73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have something against trainee teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A very bo-chap person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toned/ musculine body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Usual bedtime: 10pm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I can't wait for my year to end! Why? I'm not telling it here, ask me personally :) I don't know why but i just want to say I LOVE YOU TWO, EUNICE AND JIEYING! You guys are so great, awesome. Simply the best :) In times of need, you guys were there. In times of trouble, you guys were there. I'm just so overwhemled when all our past memories flooded my tiny mind when i went around reading the past archives on your blogs. In another 1 &amp; 1/2 years we'll most probably be seperated, oh man. I'm getting pretty emotional and i don't know why. Eh, stinky moodswings! How i hate them. I miss my muffins. How i wish i could go back to eat that while the rest cam-whored. Ha, silly times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish my lit essay and worse of all, i didn't complete my ss paper too. There goes my combine humanities. Both chinese and maths are very disappointing, rarr! I don't want to study lah! Any single rich young eligible bachelor out there wanting to get married? Pick me! Life isn't suppose to like this, i insist that it is suppose to be full of fresh pretty flowers not dull half dead one. Joey and clan suggest that we go to esplanade tomorrow and maybe even sleep there. I was pretty excited at first but then it dawned upon me that JH has her birthday party tomorrow, ha. Dont worry JH, i'm going to your party :D though i'm very sure you dont need me since you have your MR B**N. Aha, is it obvious? I'm pretty restless, i'm in no mood to party. I'll most prolly lie down on your couch and demand that you serve and meet all my needs, hoho. Just be glad you need not clear my bowel. Did i use bowel correctly? EH, it's 12 in the morning, forgive the sleepy typer of HER grammar and vocab lah. Did you know i use to spell grammar as gramm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r, haha. Oh mrs neo, how i'll miss your taunting and your evil smug you show everytime you hit my weak spot. Yes, i make it sound like she's dying even when she's not. But, thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I think of all the things that God has done for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how my faith has always conquered adversity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stand amazed to think that God really knows who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to think that within me there is a master plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And at night when I pray to the Lord that I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank Him for His precious blood He gave to save my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-its fading away, is it meant to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115591452501837724?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115591452501837724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115591452501837724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115591452501837724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115591452501837724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/tunes-god-he-reignsall-i-need-is-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115556476027208138</id><published>2006-08-14T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:21:12.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISSUED LICENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a happy girl. Note, i was. Mom got me the addidas bag and brown slippers i wanted, how sweet. I even had taosuan :) at junction 8 foodcourt. But i just had to have common test this whole week! I asked God if what i want is in His perfect will for me and true enough, He answers! He work in ways that are just amazing! I was pretty appalled by that call at first but i'm really glad i picked up the phone. Name's Felicia and she sounds young with that lil bit of american accent. She called cheryl too and cheryl seems pretty excited about it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie came to school today, but with a burst blood vessel in her eye( oohhh, scary). Missed her and her answers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt;. She's my personal maid, like the rest of the netballers who were enslaved to me but she's the best of them all :D She even lend me a book, 'who moved my cheese', sounds so cheesey. Netball training was suuuppper slack, i give up. There's no way we can be serious, pfft. Miss Heng said we really need to buck up and take our basic seriously. Shoot me, it just won't sink in. And i sucked at landing today, i landed like a big fat old grey elephant with the bid loud BOOM sound :( Heh, i find the california fitness most played hitz cd, weird. Er it just sound like another techno cd. Oh btw, DESMOND PASSED HIS DRIVING EXAM and he drove us to church on sunday, pretty jerky when it comes to braking but not bad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not bad&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna drive too! I ask daddy if i could steer the steering wheel while he just control the brake and gear, he's reaction was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Can i drive?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -ignores&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: in 3 years i can! in the meantime, can i steer the steering wheel later when we're at the carpark?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: siao arh! noo.... -gives weird face&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Will i get a car?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -ignores&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Is desmond getting a car when he's 21?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -ignores&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: -continues asking many many questions&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -ignores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the cat killer is so mean lah. He killed 10 cats, wth?! He has some kind of psychological disorder huh? Or is his mentally unbalanced? Or maybe he has his own cult and believes that killing cats are good. Okay, too over. Pardon me, i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO WILL NOT PATCH WITH YOU, EUNICE. HA! (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i hear about you, the more i got interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115556476027208138?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115556476027208138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115556476027208138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115556476027208138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115556476027208138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/issued-licence-i-was-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115520937272408949</id><published>2006-08-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T06:48:10.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SKINNED ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early at 10am. Ate the cold eggtart in the fridge and drank half a cup of water. Manage to finish up my math tuition homework while watching cartoons :) tried doing my literature but nothing came out and its left undone. I just realised i owe the library $1.60 because i &lt;s&gt;forgot&lt;/s&gt; don't wanna return that book, it has a pretty cover page! (my my, i sound so bimbotic) I didnt have time to read it lah, can't really blame me. I have problems reading. All i did today was laze around and indulge myself in food, pfft. I can't believe thats all i did, im such a pig. Should have gone out instead! Played sims nightlife and once again, spark my interest in it. Planning to drown one of the kids in the pool, ha. I'm not cruel nor sick, just trying to make life interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I MISS MY MR GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bathe and tuition starts in 20 minutes, gosh. I'm gonna doze off again, help. School homework is such a chore! Tsk,  lit and math and more math. Yeah, the aim of a school is to drown its students with papers and more papers. Ever heard of saving the trees? I'm not going to go into that since im always complaining about it, but seriously! Where's the UN in singapore? Hello, my solutions and answers go unheard! UN is suppose to help me solve my problem, oi! And i just sneeze onto my arm, gross. It's wet and cold and i feel germy, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blogger's being a bitch AND i'm 'forced' to remove the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my countrreee.&lt;br /&gt;This is my laannnnnnddd.&lt;br /&gt;This is my few-tuuuure&lt;br /&gt;This are my fwennnnsss.&lt;br /&gt;This are my farr-mma-lieee&lt;br /&gt;DA DA DA DAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are Singapore, Sin-gaaa-pooo-reeaannnnnns~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i be-looong&lt;br /&gt;Where i keep my he-aarrrrt and soouuuuull&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are true fer uuusss.&lt;br /&gt;As we walk to-ge-th-er hand in hannnd&lt;br /&gt;Towar-dds a fewturee so brighhhht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;-IM CHILDISH AM I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115520937272408949?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115520937272408949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115520937272408949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115520937272408949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115520937272408949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/skinned-alive-i-woke-up-pretty-early.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115512947249326021</id><published>2006-08-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:32:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nyeh nyeh. i was labelled a horse :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like bananas :))) and strawberries and grapes&lt;br /&gt;no more peanuts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM HIGH ON TAO SUAN AND ITS SUPER HARD TO STAY STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEE~ hahahahhaaaahahah&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont know why but i want you. its a mistake i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115512947249326021?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115512947249326021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115512947249326021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115512947249326021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115512947249326021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/nyeh-nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115511528354622384</id><published>2006-08-09T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:21:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOO CHOO TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is simply unbearable! There's no good shows on the telly and no one wants to go out with me, boo. What's the use of having the day off? Mom's busy checking out the hotels for our stay in hongkong and dad's busy entertaining grandaunt and granduncle, who bought goreng pisang and eggtart from people's park for ME! Well, what can i say, everyone knows that i love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss fluffy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob ended an hour ago and there's pretty much nothing that interest me on the television. My lil starbox is the only source of entertainment for now, but that goonhead's jokes are super lame. Can't really blame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;'s brain is also being baked by the intense heat. Poor people who are going and are at the stadium now, ha. LET THE HEAT BURN THEM, BURN THEM! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TAO SUAN TAO SUAN TAO SUAN AND MANY MANY YEW CHA KUEH!!&lt;/span&gt; Just recieve a msg from starbox and IT is going to play soccer, ahhh. I'm doomed, its fate. I'm fated to be left alone in my stuffy room, bake by the the heat and labelled as over heated old virgin on my R.I.P tab, nooooo. Well, my mom would not have to pay for me to be cremated if i died that way but still. Yeah, i'm exaggerating a bit tooo much, ha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE loves me. HE hears me. He answers me. HE'S MINE, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY AWESOME  GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115511528354622384?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115511528354622384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115511528354622384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115511528354622384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115511528354622384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/choo-choo-train-weather-is-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115504982665263783</id><published>2006-08-08T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:31:55.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOW WIND BLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School had some national day celebrations and it was super boring. Some dumb quiz, singing of songs and some class programmes, didn't really partake in the class programme. Instead, took pictures and fooled around with eunice. School gave out mini sugar coated hersley kisses, which was surprising because my school is known to be suuupper budget! Watched the slideshows of pictures taken during the camp and all i could remember is clarabelle talking about HER andrew. Ha, clarabelle's LOVE. Lunch-ed at foodcourt and bought clay, intending to go to my hse to make some nice handicraft but eunice and jie ying just had to go play bball and NOT come my house. Sheesh, who needs them anyway. Ended up sleeping from 1 to 4pm, aint i a pig. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test starts nest week, damn! Crap, i haven't even started studying yet. What the hell, i'm super stress now, no wonder the sudden outbreak of pimples. Talking about pimples, they're popping out like.. mad. Ahh, the invasion of volcanic pimples! I'm still sick. I even missed school yesterday because of my never ending nose fluid and sore throat, tsk. Now, i have ulcers in my mouth. Aye, super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suai&lt;/span&gt;. Channel 5 is showing some stupid scorpion fighting show, argh. Oh no, its ELVIS. My teeth is yellow, eeeewwww. Yuck, i need my dentist! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOKE OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;:  ***** teeth is so yellow that it turns water into lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel funny these few days. Maybe the heat is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not bad yourself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115504982665263783?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115504982665263783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115504982665263783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115504982665263783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115504982665263783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/08/blow-wind-blow-school-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115401105033236184</id><published>2006-07-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:37:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THATS THE WAY UH-HUH UH-HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLDFISH&lt;br /&gt;CUTTLEFISH&lt;br /&gt;ARENT THEY ALL FISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON PEOPLE LETS DO SOME KUNGFU FIGHTING, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes will spurt out blood anytime now. It's suoer dry and red. Let's hope it gets reder and i can not go to school. Ha, how i wish. I need rest, rest and more rest. Please, let me not go to school LORD! The weather is really really really.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice. &lt;/span&gt;Regarding the debate tomorrow, boys, you're going d-o-w-n. Ha :D I feel like making/turning someone gay. I'm high, on something unknown to mankind (yet) in the air or is it my brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF THE WORLD WAS FULL OF GAY BIRDS, WONT IT BE NICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115401105033236184?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115401105033236184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115401105033236184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115401105033236184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115401105033236184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-way-uh-huh-uh-huh-goldfish.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115391708696663556</id><published>2006-07-26T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T05:52:57.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took a step of faith and its a new start. Let's hope it goes well, heh. I'm feeling sooooo happy now :) Let's hope we can go back to the past. You were my dearest friend until that stupid jealousy thing. I feel so childish, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, i really tried to concentrate to do my work. BUT apparently.. i think i'm hyperactive. I'm still in the holiday mood, i need some pressure! Grades are like, pathetic. Oh man, i really need/want to buck up. Come on people, teach me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to camp. Ahhh, it seems to be rather boring. The games are all so -.- (i didnt say not good) Jamie aint gonna be with me, ahhh. Damn! I told you clarabelle, regret aye? Ha, we'll go threaten mr shaiful tomorrow. HE WILL ALLOW YOU TO BE BACK :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did it! I did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115391708696663556?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115391708696663556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115391708696663556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115391708696663556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115391708696663556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-took-step-of-faith-and-its-new-start.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115381555960629719</id><published>2006-07-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:11:48.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if that's what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lord, i surrender my all to you. Everything is possible with you. All my hope is in you, all that i want is you. I'm tired, give me strength. Lord, teach me to learn to trust in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115381555960629719?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115381555960629719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115381555960629719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115381555960629719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115381555960629719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-thats-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115375006680789426</id><published>2006-07-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T07:07:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/1600/wantedposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/531/320/wantedposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is such a funny picture. I couldn't find the chocolate bar anymore :( It was huge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115375006680789426?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115375006680789426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115375006680789426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115375006680789426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115375006680789426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha-this-is-such-funny-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115358430510126350</id><published>2006-07-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:24:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel so tired. The days are really passing really fast, super fast. Its already July, oh gosh. Yesterday was cross-country and the milo truck didnt appear, like wth. I looked so forward to drinking cup after cup during the event. The drink given out taste funny! I SO HATE THE SCHOOL FOR BEING SO BUDGET. Skunks, deserve to be thrown into the oven and be baked into fluffy human meat loafs! Ah, I feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired and lumpy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Subway bread taste so fiinne. DANG! Ha, who wants to be my SUBWAY date? Did you know that the McCafé at novena moved next to MacDonalds, as in inside of MacDonalds?! Another budget place. It was my usual hangout spot with the Saturday crew, now its ruined. I cant enjoy my muffins and fluffy in peace anymore. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didnt realize your importance till you went out of my life. How I wish I could go back in time, to the happier/innocent times with good/sweet memories. How I wish I could be close to you once again. How I wish &lt;s&gt;you were mine&lt;/s&gt;. How I wish I could tease you and poke your non-existence fats. How I wish.. Tsk tsk, time to change MY mentality and move on.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh shoot, I feel like laughing and pointing, jumping around and shouting: HA! LETS SEE WHAT BRACES CAN DO NOW! to all brace-d people AFTER using a hammer to knock all their teeth out (except my darling blue braces lad). I am extremely pissed because so many people are wearing braces, &amp;*%^$ I need a counselor, I need anger management, I need to brush my teeth.. soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm rather afraid of playing the sims 2 night life at night because its rather freaky. The vampire and sound effects freak me out, big time. Ha, yeah. I'm a coward and i'm proud to be one. It's been ages since i touch that game, nah, just weeks. Heh. Mr what -is- the- golden-egg-called- which-rhymes-with-easter, is my sims 2 rotting with cobwebs in your beloved house? You are suppose to protect it against harm and other living organisms, you know. And Louisa chen de ying, is my university ex-pack with you? Are you taking care of it with extremely great care and love? Ha, their my babies, scratch or lose them = lose life and hair. Aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I AM SUPER NICE TO WRITE THIS LINE (AS YOUR B'DAY PRESENT) TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRETTY &amp;amp; HUGE SLIPPERS ;D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;combs combs combs, whats wrong with combs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like ranting endlessly on cartoons :)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;OH WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115358430510126350?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115358430510126350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115358430510126350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115358430510126350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115358430510126350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115314466695517099</id><published>2006-07-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:57:46.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THATS FINAL! I WIN, ALWAYS AND FOREVER! HA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEW MORE MINUTES TILL YOU BECOME A MAN, BE BRAVE. ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU LOST TO ME, A GIRL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115314466695517099?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115314466695517099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115314466695517099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115314466695517099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115314466695517099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/did-not-did-not-did-not-did-not-did.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115289062115959663</id><published>2006-07-14T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:24:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM 164 CM !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW MY BRACES BOY TODAY, AGAIN :) the whole literature class practically cheered for him when he arrived in class with miss shaleni's things. They even professed my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;undying&lt;/span&gt; love for him. Ha, he's from 2EB, my past class! We're fated lah, we're destined to be together. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week flew pass pretty quickly and smoothly except those few cock ups in the middle. I'm happy, everyones happy. CHEESE ;D Watched pirate of the carribean with my loves and some other not-so-important people. Heh, 2 strangers to be exact. Manage to smuggle in food from long john silver and talking about it, i feel &lt;s&gt;so cheated&lt;/s&gt; . No scratch that, i WAS cheated. I paid 60 cents more for ice lemon tea but they gave me COKE. eh, 60 cents 60 cents! Thats a lot considering the fact that im super duper uber poor now. Ah, money money money. (im not money minded, i just feel like ranting all about money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEI-Y!!!! my slipper provider, ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SONG OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  oh mickey you're so fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  you're so fine you blow my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  hey mickey, hey mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh mickey what a pity you don't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you take me by the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when you take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh mickey you're so pretty can't you understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's guys like you mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and what you do mickey, do mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; don't break my heart mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hey mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; now if you take me by the who's ever gonna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everytime you move i let a little more show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there's something you can use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so don't say no mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so come on and give it to me anyway you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anyway you wanna do it i'll take it like a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh please baby please don't leave me in the bend mickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115289062115959663?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115289062115959663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115289062115959663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115289062115959663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115289062115959663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-164-cm-i-saw-my-braces-boy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115271392418585064</id><published>2006-07-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:21:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD'S MAN CHEST</title><content type='html'>IM HAPPY :D&lt;br /&gt;IM FIFTHTEEN&lt;br /&gt;IM A GIRL  -.-  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drowns in his dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exquisite extreme I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hes as damned as he  seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And more heaven than a heart could hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I try to save him  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My whole world could cave in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just ain't right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days! BRACES BRACES BRACES. ha, literature. I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115271392418585064?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115271392418585064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115271392418585064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115271392418585064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115271392418585064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/deads-man-chest.html' title='DEAD&apos;S MAN CHEST'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115245412442858536</id><published>2006-07-09T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T07:18:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PFFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just found out i have social studies test tomorrow. I'm dead beat AND dead meat. School's been a bore lately, and time passes too fast on weekends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Caregroup was pretty interesting :)  thou there were only 5 of us. Talked about our encounter with God at the revival meeting and throughout the week. Went to IKEA after rangers, the chicken wings are still so tasty. Oh yeah, uh-huh. Ha, that was random. Dined at Jack's Place to celebrate grandma's belated and my advance birthday. Now, those who forgotten about MY birthday and MY present ought to be slaughtered. RAR! Go eat some ginko nuts to boost your brainpower! its the 11 JULY 2006, rather easy date. Dont cha think so? Did anyone catch sleepy hollow yesterday? The show is darn nice and it starred johnny depp, ha. (not that im a fan of him) He sure looks &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; in the Pirates of the Carribean. Ah, my wandering mind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe portugal lost, actually i can but.. damnit! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the portugal players&lt;/span&gt;: just because it's their homeground doesnt mean that you have to play lousy and let them win, you kuku heads! Will i get sued for doing that? Heh, im not sure but oh well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Btw, for next week's A/G youth rally, we're meeting at boon keng MRT at 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im not going to study for social studies. screw SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115245412442858536?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115245412442858536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115245412442858536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115245412442858536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115245412442858536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/pfft-i-just-found-out-i-have-social.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115234228380420671</id><published>2006-07-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:30:12.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G R A N D M A&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y K A I L I N ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want portugal to win germany! R.C is not a cry baby/ lousy diver lah, egoistic bull heads. FRANCE FRANCE FRANCE! i want them to win. Well, you can sue me for loving france and betraying england and portugal. Nadia must have brainwashed me, ha. She keeps telling me how good henry or rather horny, heh. Get it? I doubt you will, only people with low IQ will underestand, people like nadia. HOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the bloody worldcup fiesta. I'm in the mood for cakes, ate 2 slices of oreo chocolate cake from prima deli from my lovely netball team. Taste sooooooo fiine, it's darn good and not to mention expensive. 36 bucks for 1 kg of it. I need to get black, dark, tan. I'm rather DESPERATE to be black, ha. White just makes me look fatter. There is a chinese saying that goes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAI BAI PANG PANG&lt;/span&gt;. Er, i know how i look when i become bai bai pang pang. I have evidence/proof/experience lah. Anyway, Jamie is walking aorund, modelling for the chocolate biscuit in her hands. Wait till i get my hands on them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring day. Oh well, i'll get to see my bracey darling on monday. YES! Thats a plus for going to school. Heh. I shall get my lazy bum off the chair and proceed to the bathroom and attempt to drown myself with steaming hot water, what a lame description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115234228380420671?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115234228380420671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115234228380420671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115234228380420671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115234228380420671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/h-p-p-y-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-g-r-n-d-m-h-p-p.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30792715.post-115245261649232309</id><published>2006-07-07T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:50:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michelle TGNA is back.&lt;br /&gt;I know you people miss me, this will help update you nosy asses on my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;I am going nuts over everything, once again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom is pestering me to treat my fellow saturday crew for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, free on SUNDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Jinghan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAS &lt;/span&gt;NPCC camp, so tomorrow's out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY! yeah, its official.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nuts about that blue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt; lad, ha.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SHORT&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SKIN &amp; BONES&lt;br /&gt;HE'S MINE&lt;br /&gt;HE'S A COW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;i cant believe i am a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30792715-115245261649232309?l=dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/115245261649232309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30792715&amp;postID=115245261649232309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115245261649232309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30792715/posts/default/115245261649232309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailygrindoflife.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelle-tgna-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563930714364688785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
