<?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-7233379358037772441</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:04:16.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossa Nova</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7205523416486956354</id><published>2009-07-05T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:51:48.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Minds 2009</title><content type='html'>We went to the Spring yesterday for the Mighty Minds competition with Claire, Eu Fern and Amy. I thought there were only going to be a few schools participatings. &lt;em&gt;Mana tahu.... &lt;/em&gt;There were 56 teams altogether. So we had the first challenge, answering roughly 20 questions (we're bad at calculating fast). Then, we got in to the second challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arched suspension bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they expected us to build with straws and satay sticks plus the minor materials. Al instructed us what to do. Chooey helped draw the design plan while Al and I began constructing. The darn bridge refused to stay put after the framework was done. The people at the sidelines kept on saying it was never going to stand. So, to ease our minds, we sang along to the songs that were playing during the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally stood being able to support the two cute toy cars. For a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it collapsed. We cried deep in our hearts. And went Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chance already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the judging was held, they judges actually held up ours and it stood! I was so happy they even considered looking at it. The shocker was, we were in the top 5! I'll never forget that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a 60 second presentation after that. Al began it, me in the middle and Chooey ended it. &lt;em&gt;As you can see, the bridge wasn't that stabile.&lt;/em&gt; :-) Haha.. Yeap, we know. After the F4F5 finished their models and the top 5 were selected, it was result time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in everyone's stomach. Third goes to SMK Jalan Arang, if I'm not mistaken. As though all hope was gone, we were like ,"Nah, it's over" but Guprit kept cheering on. When the announced we were second, Chooey and I were temporarily shocked while Al and Lip Yi were already screaming. &lt;em&gt;My mum said we were so loud. It's a good thing. We have each other's back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Second for a collapsed bridge. Pretty amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think this has been one of the best days of my life, remembering Al, Chooey and I as a team, Lip Yi who was reprimanded for getting over excited with photos, Guprit's funny antics and everyone's support, getting us through this. &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/7233379358037772441-7205523416486956354?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7205523416486956354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7205523416486956354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7205523416486956354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7205523416486956354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/mighty-minds-2009.html' title='Mighty Minds 2009'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6178226921955578067</id><published>2009-06-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:41:02.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overjoyed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so glad I finished the logo entry. Finally, a little bit free. Oh yes before I get, food and funfair day is coming up soon, which is on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remember to visit the 3A1 stall at SMK St Teresa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today, my mother, sister and I went for a dinner at Bella Italia for a celebration. Although it seemed rather empty, ok, we were the only ones there, the food was simply delicious. I mean awesomeness flowed out of every single plate served. We had the sphagetti carbonara, mushroom soup, pizza, grilled salmon, caesar salad and last but not least, the mouth-watering tiramisu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everything tasted so good that I'll definitely suggest it to my dad the next time we're planning on western food. Yes, and so I am overjoyed about that matter! It just left me with butterflies and stars around my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6178226921955578067?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6178226921955578067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6178226921955578067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6178226921955578067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6178226921955578067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/overjoyed.html' title='Overjoyed!'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-3318618961315986378</id><published>2009-06-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:57:30.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tragic Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out Michael Jackson died during Math class yesterday. Maybe it was a rumour, I thought. But then the radio started playing all his songs in tribute to him after I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't a dream after all. I was shocked and wondering, "How could the King of Pop be dead?" Truth be told, I really think Michael Jackson was one of the most iconic and influential in the music business. His eccentric dressing which no one can beat, his songs and cheoreography changed the perspective of music. Billy Jean and Scream are among my favourites. He broke down the racial barrier between the whites and blacks. Michael Jackson touched generations with his music and electrifying performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just hard to believe he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected him to pass away all of a sudden although he was accused of child molestation and constantly doing plastic surgery. He may be weird, but there's no denying he is the best.&lt;br /&gt;His death is an awful loss not only to the music industry, but to the world, people everywhere. &lt;em&gt;You will always be remembered, RIP Michael Jackson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-3318618961315986378?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3318618961315986378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=3318618961315986378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3318618961315986378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3318618961315986378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/tragic-loss.html' title='A Tragic Loss'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5930132813240850469</id><published>2009-05-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:47:57.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't posted up anything in a month. Now, blogging only comes once in a blue moon. I feel rather lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exams are finally over which is such a relief, not only school exams, but other extra exams too. So, I think I'm sort of free for &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. That'll probably last for another three days as piano exam is drawing closer. Finger exercises and scales. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horror.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we celebrated Teacher's Day at school. It was pretty entertaining. There were some good performances and ... bad performances. An amazing duo act by Cassandra and Guprit, some tough vocals on Mariah Carey's "Hero" and Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me", rock bands(do you call them rock bands?), dancing, taekwondo + aerobics (I forgot the nama gabungan) and&lt;em&gt; obviously&lt;/em&gt;, the school band. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The speeches were kept shorter this year and the emcees were hilarious. That's what made this year's Teacher's Day pretty awesome although &lt;em&gt;sambutan kurang hebat&lt;/em&gt;! But at least the crowd is enthutiastic in their own ways, especially screaming. Hmmm... A way to express oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-5930132813240850469?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5930132813240850469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5930132813240850469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5930132813240850469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5930132813240850469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-long-ago.html' title='Long long ago'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4380235382183451665</id><published>2009-04-11T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:47:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Over Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know almost everyone has finished watching Boys Over Flowers except me. (sobs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you don't know what Boys Over Flowers is, it's actually the Korean adaptation of the manga "Hana Yori Dango".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/588/174973hf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I chose the more &lt;em&gt;smiley&lt;/em&gt; photo of them. F4 + Geum Jandi cause I didn't really like the other one which is this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/800-2d507-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They all look so solemn and dull here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really hoped that Jandi and Jihoo ends up together but it's not going to happen as I read spoilers. But the cool part is, Yijung and Gaeul do. By the way, Junpyo has immense stupidity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4380235382183451665?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4380235382183451665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4380235382183451665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4380235382183451665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4380235382183451665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-over-flowers.html' title='Boys Over Flowers'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7134755451194547421</id><published>2009-03-12T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:52:32.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For once</title><content type='html'>For once, I think it's ok to be frustrated over a stupid pot of plant.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A really stupid pot of plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still life makes me want to strangle someone.&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm observing  and drawing still life, stay five feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting, ten feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-stitching, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Al, don't blacken my table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-7134755451194547421?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7134755451194547421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7134755451194547421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7134755451194547421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7134755451194547421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-once.html' title='For once'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6021507070940604788</id><published>2009-03-06T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:09:59.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's such a relief that exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then, the test paper always has to come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the results are quite bad especially Geography. So, right now I'm here wondering what will happen to Sejarah, KH, English and BM. To be honest, this exam was very unpleasant. I fell sick on the day we were suppose to sit for the KH paper. When I woke up that morning, I had this nauseous feeling. I didn't bother and sat down for breakfast but as soon as I finished, I started throwing up. Felt really dizzy and disorientated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping it will go away, I stepped into the car and ended up vomitting again. My mum told me I shouldn't go to school but I told her I had to as I already studied. I went to school late after that to see the doctor. Wasn't feeling any better. The doctor prescribed me some antibiotics and anti-vomitting but he didn't tell me what exactly caused the condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I came back from exam, I kept wondering what it was. Maybe it was the rota virus or the irritable bowel syndrome. Till today, I'm still having bad stomachaches in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6021507070940604788?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6021507070940604788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6021507070940604788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6021507070940604788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6021507070940604788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8806271451310494456</id><published>2009-02-25T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:20:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara Desert + Sunday Market</title><content type='html'>The title is quite confusing but it was the first thing it popped into my head during duty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is scorching hot and directly glaring into my eyes. Multifocal glasses so the reflection is blinding my sight. Squinting doesn't help much either. To walk under the shade is like finally finding a mirage. That's why it is called the Sahara Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought about tomorrow and it &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; just going to be Sahara Desert. It was much more horrifying. No joke here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It is going to be Sahara Desert and Sunday Market.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equation=&lt;br /&gt;Pre-sale equals to selling stuff which equals to shouting which also equals to attracting customers. More people come so, more hotlah.  Just waiting to see how the weather is. If it's a cloudy and windy day, I consider myself pretty lucky. But if otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go back to class, I will sit directly underneath the fan cashing away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-8806271451310494456?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8806271451310494456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8806271451310494456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8806271451310494456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8806271451310494456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sahara-desert-sunday-market.html' title='Sahara Desert + Sunday Market'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8529895080715963850</id><published>2009-02-21T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:40:36.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Sale</title><content type='html'>One week of pre-sale already so hectic. Run up and down like crazy on Monday to help as the Form 3's don't have duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count money until crazy. Count coins &lt;em&gt;lagi &lt;/em&gt;crazy. Makes my head spin. Estimate and calculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estimate &amp;amp; Calculate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estimate &amp;amp; Calculate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-8529895080715963850?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8529895080715963850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8529895080715963850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8529895080715963850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8529895080715963850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/pre-sale.html' title='Pre-Sale'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8095606819812239521</id><published>2009-02-21T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:13:25.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Christine Ling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's one day late and I'm really sorry. Couldn't post it yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are one year older now. On your birthday, you might feel extra special. But I think, you're pretty special everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So once again, Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-8095606819812239521?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8095606819812239521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8095606819812239521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8095606819812239521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8095606819812239521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4495077480048532939</id><published>2009-02-14T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:25:45.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>The Rules: Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.Post the first definition it gives you.Then your own comment below.Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Your name?&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Flirtatious and Having astounding sex appeal by nature. Attention whore. Gregarious and very social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not sound like me,&lt;strong&gt; at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Age?&lt;br /&gt;-Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;A rating given to a girl if you're not sure if you'd hit that. Refers to blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  One of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;-Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is loving, smart, beautiful, and makes the life of a Vincent complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;-Green&lt;br /&gt;A pop culture term to generalize all of the environmentally beneficial and sustainable means of mitigating the impact of human industrial development and the damage of previous degradation of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Green" is also used to describe anyone or anything supporting, advocating, or in activism for the outlined principles. Note: That "green" and "environmentally friendly" are interchangeable in adjective placement, both words mean the same thing. Thus something can not be green without being environmentally friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solar, wind, and hydroelectric power are considered to be green energy technologies. Al Gore is considered to be a green advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Al Gore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. Birthplace?&lt;br /&gt;- Kuching&lt;br /&gt;The capital of Sarawak, Kuching is is the 4th largest urban area in Malaysia and with probably the best quality of life. It is a beautiful, green, laid-back city with non racist people (comprised of mostly Chinese, then Malays and Dayaks)- which is a like far-away dream in most parts of Malaysia. Most only 'learnt how to become' racist after staying for some time in West Malaysia. Intermarriage especially among the Chinese and Dayaks are common. Kuching has the best of both worlds - the facilities of a modern city and the strong community ties of a small town. In short, Kuching is a wonderful place to live in but a mindnumbingly boring place for tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what quite a lot of West Malaysians think, Kuching people are not uneducated and 'ulu'. The fact is most Kuchingites can speak better English then them. Kuching also ranks as the no. 2 highest average household income. Most Kuchingites have the same hobby - eating. This is why there are so many kopitiams over here. Our most famous foods are the kolo mee, laksa Sarawak, kacangma and midin belacan. Kuching is developing at a very pace rapid pace and this is not neccesarily a good thing. Rising crime, traffic jams, several new malls, and more coming soon might turn Kuching into another unlivable metropolis. Currently however, crime and traffic are still much better than in other large cities in Malaysia. Noooo.. Kuching, you're beautiful just the way you are! Don't grow up too fast! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchingite driving around: Haiyo why Kuching so boring one no place to go one? All the same things nia. Another Kuchingite: Nevermind la. Can go eat again lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont't grow to fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.Month of your birthday-&lt;br /&gt;-October&lt;br /&gt;The birthstone for this month is Opal, but there is also a cheaper Rose Zicron. and it's also the best month ever if your birthday is in it. My birth month is in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak faham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to ?&lt;br /&gt;- Eleena&lt;br /&gt;Eleena isn't defined yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One of your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;-Musical Theatre, the &lt;strong&gt;best place&lt;/strong&gt; in the world. The Place to make best friends to last a life time, and the place to laugh so much it makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At hofstra summer camp, MT is the best specialty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4495077480048532939?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4495077480048532939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4495077480048532939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4495077480048532939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4495077480048532939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-155767427510366841</id><published>2009-01-29T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:02:31.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Third Day of New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My family and I got dressed to go out for breakfast but unfortunately, there were no Chinese kopitiams or cafes open. In the end, we ended up in Bombay Masala *I hope I spelled it right*, a place selling Indian-Muslim cuisine. I have been eating too much curry as the Chinese don't open their shops during the few first days of New Year but the Malays and Indians do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what do Malays and Indians eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usually hot, spicy food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That means I have to bear with it. Curry tastes good when you eat it in normal portions, not consumed three to six times a day. After finishing the not-very-tasty &lt;em&gt;roti canai&lt;/em&gt;, we headed home. Time for lunch with Uncle and Aunty Yap at noon. Vegetarian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here begins "the starting to rush" part. In the busy kitchen with my mother, suddenly somebody rang and called me. It was Brina. There was a lot of giggling behind and laughing though which sounded rather fishy. She asked me if they could come over now as they saw a car outside so I said it was alright. I rushed to the kitchen to cut the cakes as actually, I didn't think anybody was coming. 5 minutes later, somebody rings the doorbell. I have to run out again and I saw.... guess who? Clarissa, Amy, Evelyn, Audrey, Chloe and Brina. It was such a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily, the cakes were already cut and placed in the living room. We chatted and ate &lt;em&gt;keropok plus other tidbits &lt;/em&gt;until they had to leave. Then, Aunt Lucy came with her daughter, which wasn't too bad considering only a few people came. I knew some more unexpected  people were bound to show up. My neighbour came with her kids then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiba-tiba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a whole group of people who were her relatives came over, which meant rushing in and out again. At the end of it, I was so exhausted and tired. But I bet my mother had it tougher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During late evening, Sharon and Martha came. We watched American Idol! and ate &lt;em&gt;keropok&lt;/em&gt; also. The keropok very laku. As usual, there were always some weirdos, awkward singing, mental breakdowns and some very talented people throughout the show. They had to leave at the ending of the show though as Sharon's parents were already waiting outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time to bunk into bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-155767427510366841?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/155767427510366841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=155767427510366841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/155767427510366841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/155767427510366841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-of-chinese-new-year.html' title='3rd of Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5954545739946240750</id><published>2009-01-24T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:02:07.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to post anything since the beginning of January as I was unfortunately busy for awhile. School has started for almost three weeks and it's rather depressing. Our class have a lot of free periods compared to other classes. The weather hasn't improved my mood much either. The fear of a flood rising constantly remains in my head after the incident back in 2006. School's cold but I didn't buy the school jacket. So, obviously, I stayed cold, hoping the sun will rise and brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day before the eve of Chinese New Year which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lots of Cleaning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arranging &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mandarin oranges(Lo Kam)&lt;/span&gt; where they rightfully belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Filling cookies into jars and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;et cetera et cetera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really exhausted after washing the darn pillars, garage and the weeding. Awful weeding as in the weeds make my hands super itchy and painful. Wiping every single nook and cranny, not to mention all those delicate engravings/carvings on the furniture. Polishing the glass. Not exactly happily done but sastified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The house now feels really, really clean and comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(smiles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I liked to take this opportunity to wish everybody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Happy Chinese New Year!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Red is just to symbolise prosperity and of many fortunes to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hopefully, the economic recession will improve in time and the impact shall be not that heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-5954545739946240750?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5954545739946240750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5954545739946240750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5954545739946240750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5954545739946240750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-1714414530764409274</id><published>2009-01-06T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:11:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my first post in the year of 2009. Not really proud of it, but it figures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School was pretty exciting actually with the lights flashing on and off in the morning. Seems like someone has been playing with the metre. The subjects seemed normal except I was constantly reminded of PMR. That was the not-so-exciting part. And there were already piles of homework stacking on my desk, waiting for me to fill it in. A great way to start of the year, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad's playing this game called "Jaws" on his PDA which really is getting on my nerves. The main aim of the game is to arrange the balls in order to obtain the most points. Trust me, it ain't a fun game, at all. It's as though everyone's bustling with the rhythm and I'm stuck at this horribly slow pace, like a snail, perhaps. So I on the TV and flicked between the channels there is on ASTRO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So... I ended up watching a horror movie called "Stay Alive", a video game that kills people. It was kind of scary and creepy at the same time. Didn't exactly enjoyed it. Sort of bloody? Yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-1714414530764409274?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1714414530764409274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=1714414530764409274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/1714414530764409274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/1714414530764409274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-1236446461934508246</id><published>2008-12-25T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:12:38.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wishing everybody a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and coming soon, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Soon, after that it'll be Chinese New Year and then..... Let's don't get too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chistmas is a time of giving and spending time with the ones you love and will always treasure. And of course, it is to celebrate when Jesus Christ was born as God kept his promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And so it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So be thankful and sastified with whatever comes in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-1236446461934508246?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1236446461934508246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=1236446461934508246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/1236446461934508246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/1236446461934508246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7430742477113012120</id><published>2008-12-21T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:53:12.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Google &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apocalyptica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, listen to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought I would like metallica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-7430742477113012120?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7430742477113012120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7430742477113012120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7430742477113012120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7430742477113012120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/apocalyptica.html' title='Apocalyptica'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-3827444790274742458</id><published>2008-12-14T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:24:34.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnnie Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Johnnie Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An Englishman perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's Scottish. Originally known as Walker's Kilmarnock Whisky, the Johnnie Walker brand is a legacy left by John ‘Johnnie’ Walker after he started to sell whisky in his grocer’s shop in Ayrshire, Scotland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The brand became popular, but after Walker's death in 1857, it was his son &lt;a title="Alexander Walker" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Walker"&gt;Alexander Walker&lt;/a&gt; and grandson &lt;a title="Alexander Walker II" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Walker_II"&gt;Alexander Walker II&lt;/a&gt; who were largely responsible for establishing the scotch as a popular brand. In the 1860's, it was illegal to sell blended (malt and grain mixed together) whisky. During that time John Walker sold a number of whiskys — notably his own Walker’s Kilmarnock. In 1865 John’s son Alexander produced their first blend, Walker’s Old Highland.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Walker first introduced the iconic square bottle in 1870. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With it's 43% alcohol, it's enough to knock you out. There's the Red Label, Black Label and Gold Label, Green Label. Labelled according to their year. But if you don't want your liver burning anytime soon, don't drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matthewcarlin.com/jw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://www.matthewcarlin.com/jw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And thanks to Johnnie Walker, the Striding Man, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-This post was so random-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-3827444790274742458?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3827444790274742458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=3827444790274742458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3827444790274742458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3827444790274742458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/johnnie-walker.html' title='Johnnie Walker'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6801558781008614346</id><published>2008-12-10T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:22:07.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rules :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. people who have been tagged must write answers on blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. these people must state who are they tagged by .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. continue this game by sending it to people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I tag:Sabrina, Evelyn, Alicia, Christine, Gabrielle Tan, Meredith, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mierah&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you been doing recently ?&lt;br /&gt;-Shifting the clothes upstairs and throwing out old stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, pretty often especially when too I'm lazy to charge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10am today ?&lt;br /&gt;-Received free jam tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;-Three weeks before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Believe in fate / destiny ?&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;-A Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you tend to make the relationship complicated ?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone ?&lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last movie caught ?&lt;br /&gt;-Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does that person know you like him / her ?&lt;br /&gt;-=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who always make you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;-This is easy, Sharon and Martha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you speak languages other than English ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, if you're a Malaysian, you have to at least speak two languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;.net, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bloomberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you doing tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;-Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think you`re like ?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm very bad at judging myself and doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reflexsive&lt;/span&gt; thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who will you choose to die with ?&lt;br /&gt;-It's in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where have you been today ?&lt;br /&gt;-Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What game do you play often ?&lt;br /&gt;-Need for Speed, Star Wars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Digimon&lt;/span&gt; Rumble Arena, Kitchen Commotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who are you missing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;-My grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Segamat&lt;/span&gt;, my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you have to choose a friend and a love , who will you choose ?&lt;br /&gt;-Obviously, friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you doing now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Doing this tag, typing a document in Microsoft Excel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;-St Teresa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Openg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;-Green, black, burgundy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What emotion do you like to show ?&lt;br /&gt;-Apparently, a fade up expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is life to you ?&lt;br /&gt;-Life is hard and unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you have something troubling you , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- Find someone to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who did you last chat on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; today?&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't chatted with anyone yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do you admire the most ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... The most is difficult. I think it should be left unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Which month were you born in ?&lt;br /&gt;- October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How are you feeling right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Lethargic, drowsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is the time now ?&lt;br /&gt;-3.53p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is ?&lt;br /&gt;-Super duper funny, sweet and bubbly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What colour do you use to dye your hair ?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't dye hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Why are you doing this quiz ?&lt;br /&gt;-Cause the instructions say you can refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you do when you`re moody ?&lt;br /&gt;-Scribble and doodle on a piece of paper, clench and unclench fists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. At which stage do you wish to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;-When I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is more important to you ?&lt;br /&gt;- Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If today is the last day of your life , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;-I would apologise to everyone about all the wrongdoings I have done, eat all the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cusines&lt;/span&gt; and seafood in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;, spend time with my family and lastly, make the last confession in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who is/are the person/people you trust most ?&lt;br /&gt;-My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If you have a dream come true , what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;- Have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;neverending&lt;/span&gt; flow of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your goal for this year ?&lt;br /&gt;-It's end of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;-I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What feeling do you love the most ?&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling warm and cosy with your guards down and being able to laugh like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you think its global warming now ?&lt;br /&gt;- What kind of question is that? Aren't scientist already having a hard time convincing to stop us burning rubbish in the open air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What feeling do you hate the most ?&lt;br /&gt;- Being hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like doing quizzes ?&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm in the zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you believe in Gods?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course. What is the church part about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Who cares for you the most ?&lt;br /&gt;-My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What do you think is the most important thing in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;-Every single aspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What will you bring when you fight ?&lt;br /&gt;-My brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What have you regretted in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;-Losing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you do if nobody cared for you any longer ?&lt;br /&gt;-Commit suicide? Go to the mental hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What will you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-time you ?&lt;br /&gt;- Simple. Dump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. How do you feel now ?&lt;br /&gt;-Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second Tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rule1.&lt;/strong&gt; People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rule2.&lt;/strong&gt; Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. Those people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;-Cause it is clearly stated in the rules, you cannot refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you ?&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, except for the exams and homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;-Donate some to charity, go on vacation, open a bookshop and invest. Watch the money grow (eye widens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-No, she's a girl and that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved ?&lt;br /&gt;-It's equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;-Daughters-John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;-Somewhere in Time&lt;br /&gt;-4 Minutes to Save the World&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hot'N'Cold&lt;/span&gt;-Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Stayin&lt;/span&gt;' Alive and Saturday Night Fever-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BeeGees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Brisingr&lt;/span&gt;! Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;onr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sverda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hvass&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;-Being grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time ?&lt;br /&gt;-In the midst of adversity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently most important people to you ?&lt;br /&gt;-Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;-Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would rather be single and rich or married but poor ?&lt;br /&gt;-Single and rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are your favourite colors ?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do the questions keep repeating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;-Depends whether the "idealistic" partner is willing to give up. I am no silly folly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick ?&lt;br /&gt;-I wouldn't pick any. It'll be to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive &amp;amp; forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone has done ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, I agree with Martha and Mierah. I can forgive but never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell your friends ?&lt;br /&gt;-Pull a prank on someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What type of person will you fall in love with ?&lt;br /&gt;-Someone normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tag anybody for the second one. Tired... Exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6801558781008614346?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6801558781008614346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6801558781008614346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6801558781008614346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6801558781008614346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5044071698686250017</id><published>2008-12-09T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:17.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am back from a two week holiday at my grandparent's house in Segamat. Very tiresome indeed. And through this experience, I have made an oath never to take AirAsia again eventhough I know I'll probably end up in one unless MAS has offered a &lt;em&gt;lower,&lt;/em&gt; better price. AirAsia as a budget airline enables you to walk, wait... &lt;strong&gt;run &lt;/strong&gt;on the runway (not the one models strut on) and climb up the stairs into the plane. The best part (sarcasm intended) was they decided to reschedule out flight 6 hours earlier. Annoyance sets in as we were only notifyed the night before and I haven't finished packing. Had to wake up at 6.00 as the trip from Segamat to Senai International Airpot is approximately two and a half hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's merely the description to and fro. In my grandparents' house, there's no Internet, no PS2, the television not monopolised by me and perhaps absolutely nothing to do except reading newspapers and storybooks or eating. I managed to read &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Brisingr&lt;/span&gt; by Christopher Paolini, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Complete Horowitz Horror &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by Anthony Horowitz,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks for the Memories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by Cecelia&lt;/span&gt; Ahern, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Diamond of Drury Lane&lt;/span&gt; by Julia Golding. I loved Cat Royal! Then, my sister made the incidental discovery of a cheap monopoly board in the bookstore. Bought it, played it, went bankrupt. End of story. The richest person was my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Visited Malacca twice. My aunties, my mother and my little sister went shopping. We also went to the Butterfly Farm which was more of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;campur aduk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; farm with reptilians and birds not forgetting to mention the koi fish. The butterfly section was rather costly. If you accidentally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;killed or stepped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the butterfly, you have to pay a fine of RM 200. It does not matter whether it was on the floor and you were too busy looking up at the other butterflies. And yes, before I forget, met Kher Ching at Pahlawan outside a Body Glove outlet. I guessed probably everyone was staring at us after describing our shock and saying the "Oh my Gods". Presumably, the expressions made were to awkward to be described merely within words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some of the pretty butterflies I managed to capture. I was too lazy to upload all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_Si2YacsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zXftm1HFImo/s1600-h/PC040546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278168784456807106" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_Si2YacsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zXftm1HFImo/s320/PC040546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_SjC4JQFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1VzNLi1rEkQ/s1600-h/PC040548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278168787811123282" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_SjC4JQFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1VzNLi1rEkQ/s320/PC040548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278168794076029698" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_SjaN0IwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7QlioCwXwjw/s320/PC040555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_SjvAlt1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CY9tGpSwBa0/s1600-h/PC040549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278168799657703250" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_SjvAlt1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CY9tGpSwBa0/s320/PC040549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, butterflies enjoy feasting on pineapples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_Sj7Vyi3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tVxMNFdNSCk/s1600-h/PC040560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278168802967849842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_Sj7Vyi3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tVxMNFdNSCk/s320/PC040560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I particularly liked this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My grandmother's cooking is fantastic. And I learned to made kaya. It's not as easy you think it is. You have to stir it to smoothen out to texture and that needs patience, hard work and determination. Needless to say, I make a not-so-smooth textured kaya with impatience in hand. Moving on, my grandmother also roasted her special duck, mouth-watering fried chicken, popiah, yam stuffing, aubergine stir-fried with dried prawns and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During this period, my mother went mee curry crazy. So, my pitiful aunty had to bring her out to eat almost everyday. Plus me. It's a food frenzy over there. I go out for breakfast with my grandpa, take a tea break at the famous reknown Nanyang kopitiam and eat supper almost every day. It probably explains the weight gained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it must end here or I'll get to far off the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-5044071698686250017?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5044071698686250017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5044071698686250017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5044071698686250017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5044071698686250017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/ST_Si2YacsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zXftm1HFImo/s72-c/PC040546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-2032577828331561438</id><published>2008-11-22T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:13:13.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Mierah</title><content type='html'>1. What's your most favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;    Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;     My family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;     Once in a blue moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;     Me? Now that is a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;     I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;    The year's almost ending and I can't achieve a goal within one month. Typical MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;     It has to depend on the situation. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think that the person who tag you, like to play kidnapping?&lt;br /&gt;    Mi-mie-rah kidnap me? Creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;       Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;       Slouching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do u have a secret crush?&lt;br /&gt;      Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;      Being able to be free and escape from the police or FBI when I am hunted plus travelling across the globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you craheys&lt;br /&gt;       Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you single/relationship?&lt;br /&gt;       It's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;-Mierah&lt;br /&gt;  Funny&lt;br /&gt;  Great friend&lt;br /&gt;  Brilliant&lt;br /&gt;  Sweet&lt;br /&gt;  Twisted in an interesting way&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;       Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your little wish? (as in little stuff like dying your hair orange and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;       Sitting on Virgin Airways first class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you were given a chance to write a book, what would you write about and the title of the book is?&lt;br /&gt;       "The Gap between East Malaysians and West Malaysians" as in sometimes, being a Sarawakian or from Borneo, people question whether you still live in trees and whether your clothes are made out of tree barks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from above and add in your personal question. Make a total of 20 questions and tag 5 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle Tan&lt;br /&gt;Eu Fern&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;Meredith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-2032577828331561438?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2032577828331561438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=2032577828331561438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2032577828331561438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2032577828331561438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-mierah.html' title='Tagged by Mierah'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6840260714194181562</id><published>2008-11-22T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:47:17.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not particularly ambitious in life, in fact, you might say I have no direction at all. Sad ain't it?&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SSf-pa-EKqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XRnJIZgDqnA/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SSf-pa-EKqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XRnJIZgDqnA/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271461876428188322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fishes, I have not made up my mind to meet with your purposes.&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/7233379358037772441-6840260714194181562?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6840260714194181562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6840260714194181562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6840260714194181562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6840260714194181562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SSf-pa-EKqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XRnJIZgDqnA/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-2339189545266116111</id><published>2008-11-19T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:55:45.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holkidays</title><content type='html'>Holidays usually mean more time to go online and at least publish post three times in a week but so far I am stuck at the shop. And my week's income went to buying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brisingr&lt;/span&gt; and yes, I finally bought it. It was hard to convince my parents that the book was actually interesting and worth buying. Haven't started reading it yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not compelled myself to boredom just yet. The list of things I felt needed to be put on the entertainment accomplishment list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Watched all of the Indiana Jones movies and absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/L11182868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 257px;" src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/L11182868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/IMAGES/CUP/G-164-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 256px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/IMAGES/CUP/G-164-161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotos.org/galeria/data/576/Movie-Poster-Indiana-Jones-and-the-The-Last-Crusade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.fotos.org/galeria/data/576/Movie-Poster-Indiana-Jones-and-the-The-Last-Crusade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://watchmoviez.com/media/images/teaser_poster_de_indiana_jones_and_the_kingdom_of_the_crystal_skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 252px;" src="http://watchmoviez.com/media/images/teaser_poster_de_indiana_jones_and_the_kingdom_of_the_crystal_skull.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Read the first book in the Artemis Fowl series. Actually it's quite a good read and who thought fairies could be so violent. I particularly liked the line at the back of the book saying, "Stay back, human. You don't know what you're dealing with". Might continue. Can't believe what I have missed out  for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://patoescritor.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/078681707001lzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 233px;" src="http://patoescritor.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/078681707001lzzzzzzz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Painting flowers with watercolour. Brings out the worse in me especially the part where my hand goes clumsy and starts blotching the flowers. Crimson red or cerulean blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Running back and forth from Benzamine to E-mal. Great exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, those were the things I have only done within the two weeks holiday. I was planning to learn html but I haven't gotten the IGSCE book yet. And thank goodness, I've my little sister to accompany and make me laugh my guts out throught this very boring two months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-2339189545266116111?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2339189545266116111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=2339189545266116111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2339189545266116111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2339189545266116111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-usually-mean-more-time-to-go.html' title='Holkidays'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7040096414388594115</id><published>2008-11-15T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:31:32.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My mother thinks she gets the headaches because of my horrible piano playing. But! I've found the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; factor behind those major headaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it's not exactly that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My piano teacher asked me one day did my mother enjoy my music. Obviously, no. She asked why. So, I told her that my mother always complained and still complains about the headache that approaches after that. So this is my teacher's logic explanation, sound can be absorbed, right? (as we learn in Science)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My parents placed the piano in front of a wall which actually reflects the sound back into the room with tiled floors and walls without any carpets. The sound vibration hits the wall and reflects back to the living room, amplifying the music by at least three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ways to solve this problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Option 1: Put a cloth behind the piano. Not approved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*dibantah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;by my mother as she believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                 lizards will do its business behind there and dirty the place sadly. It was a pretty good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                 option though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Option 2: Shift the piano. Indecisive about this option. We don't know where to move it cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  once you decide, there's no turning back! The heaviness doesn't help either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  My sister suggested the other end of the living room but it would still be the same and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  the office won't work too. The other room is too small to fit in the piano. So, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  suggested the toilet.... XD Rather insane but apparently it has better acoustics. I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  why not, since its huge and produces a "not so loud" sound that doesn't bring pain to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  my mother's ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Piano + Toilet: Great music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-7040096414388594115?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7040096414388594115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7040096414388594115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7040096414388594115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7040096414388594115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-2474950397958674901</id><published>2008-11-11T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:06:06.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of School</title><content type='html'>I am slightly happy but also sad. I'll miss Sharon and Martha (geng apek), sitting next to Eu Fern, getting the green book, the water cooler, Amirah's hilarious comments, Sabrina's relevations on Chinese History and so much more. I can't believe it's end of the school session and before you know it, you're seeing little greenish purple (depends on your eye) fluoroscent globules in front of you from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This pictures belong tom Martha. No infringement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA_FVxWeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ukQu8o1wk4M/s1600-h/IMG_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383060440111586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA_FVxWeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ukQu8o1wk4M/s320/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sharon, Debra, Martha and Esterene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The people who lift 2A1's spirit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA_UH1V0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/K2zeWJkIvD4/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383064408184642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA_UH1V0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/K2zeWJkIvD4/s320/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Valerie, Christine and Audrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet and funny people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA-4LyyWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cML7sAsAxX0/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383056908601698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA-4LyyWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cML7sAsAxX0/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brenda, Phoebe and Jessie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My neighbours on my right side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA-w2nDPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IrhJOD3asI4/s1600-h/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383054940703986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA-w2nDPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IrhJOD3asI4/s320/IMG_0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pan Eu Fern&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just nextdoor neighbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA-gEth9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/9gJUaqutVQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383050436446162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA-gEth9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/9gJUaqutVQ0/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sharon, Martha, Farah, Josephine, Ezzah &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(my efficient class monitor)&lt;/span&gt;, Faizah and Sabrina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodbye 2A1 and miss you guys already!&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/7233379358037772441-2474950397958674901?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2474950397958674901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=2474950397958674901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2474950397958674901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2474950397958674901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-school.html' title='End of School'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SRmA_FVxWeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ukQu8o1wk4M/s72-c/IMG_0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5061672004065589013</id><published>2008-11-09T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:43:03.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn' manage to take any pictures *sobs* but the memories are definitely there. I was in Strawberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Strawberry Sundae! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;was our group name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pink is not my exactly my favourite colour but strawberry rocks! First, we had an ice-breaking session which was entertaining with the charades. We learned a few new pieces during band practice e.g. Tuxedo Junction (awesome) and three fanfares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, it was time for Night Factor. Although being tied up, taped on the mouth and blindfolded wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world, it was fun. The screaming, banging of the tables and stepping own my foot wasn't scary nor entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am too lazy to describe it in detail about the next two days so I am going to summarize it. Marching practice. Band practice. More band practice. Station Games. Eat. Sleep. Bandana fashionshow and group cheer. Band Practice again. Finally, the performance attended by parents with a slideshow from the committee. Hope we didn't look sad this time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sit Tall and Smile plus Sign Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-5061672004065589013?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5061672004065589013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5061672004065589013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5061672004065589013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5061672004065589013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/band-camp-2008.html' title='Band Camp 2008'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-994267417940017379</id><published>2008-11-04T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:25:27.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School is boring nowadays. Exams are over and we have practically &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do except laze around and talk. I mean the talking part is great but won't you ever get tired of talking? And on record, I slept in class today. Amazing. I never slept in class no matter how tiresome things get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sharon and Martha invented the "cardboard" cards to past their free time and what a success it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a sad thing I didn't get a picture of their extremely innovative card. The only mild assumption was it was hard to shuffle and proved to be a difficult task for anyone with small hands. First we played "Hantu" then "Speed". Finally, with almost 10 people joining, we played "Heart Attack!". I remember these games used to be everyones' obsession after UPSR. Sadly, secondary school doesn't actually allow you to bring "alat permainan" to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the Rubik's cube is allowed. No wonder everyone's fondling over it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.gizmodo.com/rubiks-cube-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://uk.gizmodo.com/rubiks-cube-clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't blame anyone. With the boredom and a tempting colourful cube, anything can go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another innovative idea was the guy beatboxing and playing the flute to the Flight of the Bumbleee at the same time. Now, that's what I call insane. For me, playing it on the piano is bad enough and beatboxing? I must have a super brain that controls the coordination perfectly or receive rather bad reviews from anybody who heard me do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I believe Kemahiran Hidup/Living Skills has everything to do with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being innovative, creative and an oppurtunist is your path to being an entrepreneur as they always right in the back of the textbook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-994267417940017379?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/994267417940017379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=994267417940017379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/994267417940017379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/994267417940017379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/innovative.html' title='Innovative'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-3633883732593071757</id><published>2008-11-01T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:20:46.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Obssesions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have found some amazing performances or video clips or whatsoever you call it on Youtube. It has become my obsession. It's mostly classical music but with more of a modern twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taro Hakase &amp;amp; Iwao Furusawa&lt;/span&gt;-Swingin' Bach&lt;br /&gt;The Dynamic Duo&lt;br /&gt;J.S. Bach would love it if he was still alive today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyvL4Cexj1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyvL4Cexj1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Yundi&lt;/span&gt;-Chopin Piano Concerto No.1 2nd movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He may look stress while playing the piano but he's definitely one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg24YsN0iuU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg24YsN0iuU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maksim Mcvirca&lt;/span&gt;-Cubana Cubana&lt;br /&gt;Also a pianist with super fast fingers that travel along the keys without breaking a single sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, I sound like the elephant desperately attempting to chase a deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8oTg-is-8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8oTg-is-8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I added this for fun since Maksim looked emo here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere In Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkKue_MEnkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkKue_MEnkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-3633883732593071757?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3633883732593071757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=3633883732593071757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3633883732593071757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3633883732593071757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-obssesions.html' title='Latest Obssesions'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4906003878595478078</id><published>2008-10-30T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:45:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong here. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It has nothing do with the H5N1 strain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everybody in your class is sick or at least the ones sitting near you are sick, the tendency to be ill is about 99.999%. Eu Fern, Alicia, Rebecca and Christine were sick in the past week as far as I remembered. Now they have recoverd, it's my turn *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can make your day much more depressing than a flu. Terrible mood swings are on its way. And medicine makes me oh-so -very drowsy...... zZZzzz....I can sleep trying to solve a crossword puzzle, resting my head on the book. Frustration with a Rubiks Cube and mathematical diagram doesn't help much either. The fact, my father closed the car door with an umbrella sticking out down there makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://science.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Science/Images/Content/flu-virus-e06074-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://science.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Science/Images/Content/flu-virus-e06074-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An example of how the flu virus looks like in your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4906003878595478078?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4906003878595478078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4906003878595478078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4906003878595478078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4906003878595478078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/influenza.html' title='Influenza'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7232618431226559784</id><published>2008-10-28T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:29:38.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarawak Chesire Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Our civic project was a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone in 2A1 who have worked so hard, the teachers for accompanying us today plus our parents for donations and the moral support they ghave given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I didn't manage to take any pictures cause the camera apparently was "grounded" to stay at home. Annoyance seeps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we gathered in front of the staff room at around 1.30 p.m, took the mugs and hampers not forgetting those oh-so-very-heavy fruits. Got up the bus at around 1.45 p.m and we were off to the Sarawak Chesire Home. I guaranteed everyone they would have muscles by the end of the trip after carrying those heavy gifts. Look at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to see the handicapped at work. They were all super talented. And I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. One man called Patrick wrote a very simple but amazing story with possibly no grammatical errors at all. The others could make beadwork and transform it from some mere colourful beads to a dog, a rabbit and even a Pikachu. For those who had Down's Syndrome, they could write well. We visited those who were bedridden and listened to their stories. It's pretty amazing how one can survive under such circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the embarrassing but fun part. We all sang "Standing in the Eyes of the World", "I Have a Dream" and two numbers from ABBA which was "Dancing Queen" and "Mamma Mia!". I kept bumming into people. Silly me. We were accompanied by Alicia on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was the "cabutan bertuah" session. Sister Regina took out the numbers from the bag and Faizah announced the winner. Dominic was so cute when he received the present. I hope one day he'll be able to talk like any other normal kid. He was so adorable, hugging and saying thank you to all of us. His smile is enough to brighten up anyone's day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We served food (KFC) to the inmates of Chesire Home after that. I hope they enjoyed our activities. Sadly, it was time to go home. We left at around 4.00, said our farewells and bid adieu *whatever you call it*. I can't fit everything we did in one post. Moral of the day, learned to appreciate what is given and not to demand for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, Eu Fern sounded like Lindsay Lohan today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward....&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/7233379358037772441-7232618431226559784?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7232618431226559784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7232618431226559784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7232618431226559784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7232618431226559784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarawak-chesire-home.html' title='Sarawak Chesire Home'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6052401460085446676</id><published>2008-10-27T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:16:56.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Tagged by Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Someone&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;1. With black hair: Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;2. Younger than you: Jia Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;3. 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Someone that is older than you: Shirley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;6. That lives close to you: Alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;7. 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That lives far away from you: Amirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;9. 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are #9 and #1 friends?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;That is sort of a silly question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #2 have any pets?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); 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                }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Why do you love #4?&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's the best person you can ever count on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;What is #6s weakness?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26'); 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;Who do you talk to more, #2 or #8?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;In how many years does #7 turn 21?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;Whats #5s favourite band?&lt;/div&gt; 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;How far away does #3 live from you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;We both live in the same are at approximately 15 square feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;Who is crazier, #6 or #9?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely #6 (Alicia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;How long have you known #4?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln53"&gt;Does #2 like #10?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln56"&gt;How old is #1?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln57"&gt;Evelyn Eu is fourteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln59"&gt;What is your favourite thing about #8?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;Amirah-For always being the one to cheer me up when I screwed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln62"&gt;Have #4 and #5 made out?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;That is very disturbing. As far as I am concerned, they haven't met each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln65"&gt;Is #9 related to you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;In every single way possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln68"&gt;What would you change about #10?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 } &lt;/script&gt;Nothing. Imperfections are what makes a human &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a human&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln71"&gt;What colour of hair does #4 have?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;Slightly brownish, blackish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln74"&gt;Is #1 immature?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes but most of the time no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln77"&gt;Whats your relationship with #6?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln78"&gt;Alicia-Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln81"&gt;Is #8 still in school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln84"&gt;Where does #7 live?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;Some street where you can get easily lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln87"&gt;What sports does #5 play?&lt;br /&gt;Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln88"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln90"&gt;Have you ever held hands with #1?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln91"&gt;No, I have pat her shoulder before (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln93"&gt;What kind of eyes does #4 have?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln94"&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln95');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln96"&gt;Have #6 and #8 ever dated?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln96');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln97');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln98');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln99"&gt;Have you ever seen #5 cry?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln99');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln100');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln101');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln102"&gt;Do you have any classes with #10?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln102');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln103"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln103');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln104');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln105"&gt;Does #5 drink alcohol?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln105');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln106"&gt;I don't know either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln106');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln107');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln108"&gt;When is #6's birthday?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln108');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 } &lt;/script&gt;That's easy. 5th October, right Al?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the next 3 unlucky people that you would like to tag?&lt;br /&gt;Since Sabrina has tagged everyone that I know who has a blogger account, my job here is done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6052401460085446676?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6052401460085446676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6052401460085446676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6052401460085446676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6052401460085446676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag_27.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6462925930734188478</id><published>2008-10-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:43:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the obssesion with DBSK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know either if you're asking me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I actually listened to their new released single which is Mirotic. Hmm.... Questionable. My sister had to chivvy me to get inside in the car after listening to the song before we were off to Damai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awkward more like it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tohoshinki? DBSK fan? Not just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimate testing? Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to the album?  .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The blank here is for you to guess my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6462925930734188478?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6462925930734188478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6462925930734188478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6462925930734188478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6462925930734188478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/mirotic.html' title='Mirotic'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7079375124130349550</id><published>2008-10-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:18:13.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepiness</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep walking yesterday, even jumping too. I woke up this morning, feeling like I had a serious hangover, but I don't drink and not even reaching the legal age just yet. Exhaustion has consumed me and beat me at its best so far. I think it must have caused by the terrible headache before I went for the Spelling Bee. Anyway, the Spelling Bee was so depressing. Phoebe and I were separated into different groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tembak&lt;/span&gt; the word if I don't exactly know what it is. So, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first word&lt;/span&gt; was "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;synagogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". First impression, the big question mark above my head. Within 60 seconds, I had to figure out how to spell it. Among the 15 attempts of spelling it within a minute, none of it was correct. The team's first round was rather unlucky or as Cassandra called it, "We were being scammed". *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next word, was what would you call it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Grotesque&lt;/span&gt;? I mean I know the word but the man who pronounced the word was totally off. Thanks to the definition, at least I capture a brief glimpse of how it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should be&lt;/span&gt; said and spelled correctly. The last one was not too bad, "acquisition", but I kept on hearing the sss... sound behind. Assuming it was plural, I kept on spelling with the 's' behind but I just gave up in the end, and cancelled off the 's'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go for the tie-breaker which was perhaps the nerve-racking thing ever. As the stupid Michelle, I went and sat in the front. Twiddling my fingers, knowing my name was last on the list in their hands, I was extremely comfortable where I was. Then there was the B0035 ringing through the hall, and suddenly my name was being called out. I got the first word wrong anyway, and the second word, "finesse" correct. In conclusion, we did well, almost the whole team went into the semi-finals. Hopefully, the next one wouldn't be so hard and they ought to get people who can pronounce better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh yeah... it's durian season. So check out a durian stall soon or you'll have to wait another year for heavenly delicous durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quisqualis.com/DuriansThailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.quisqualis.com/DuriansThailand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7233379358037772441-7079375124130349550?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7079375124130349550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7079375124130349550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7079375124130349550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7079375124130349550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepiness.html' title='Sleepiness'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4198030815202715465</id><published>2008-10-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:42:08.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;Eu Fern&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6 things I'm passionate about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;the Renaissance era&lt;br /&gt;Fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6 things I say too often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-What did you just say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you please repeat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Haiyah...&lt;br /&gt;-I bet&lt;br /&gt;-OMG!&lt;br /&gt;-What on earth?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note, Michelle Ting is extremely absent-minded. Please do constantly remind her of her responsibilities or she tends to forget it. Proven by the way she walks to the kitchen intending to find the sewing kit, but ends up ransacking the refrigerator, noticing halfway she was looking for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;needle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6 books I've read recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perfect Match&lt;br /&gt;Textbooks counted?&lt;br /&gt;The Blind Assassin&lt;br /&gt;Ptolemy's Gate again&lt;br /&gt;Popular Science *haha* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary and Collins Gem Spelling Guide *talk about gila*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6 songs I can listen to again and again&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Brother Louie-Modern Talking (super hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somewhere in Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Still Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cubana Cubana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together Forever-Rick Astley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desperado-Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6 things I learnt in the past year&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Don't give up from Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Stop worrying about things that you &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Reading a few hard Chinese words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Watercolour is actually &lt;strong&gt;ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Playing three scores from "The Piano Player"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Alicia is the best person you'll ever meet during carpooling *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4198030815202715465?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4198030815202715465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4198030815202715465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4198030815202715465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4198030815202715465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-tag.html' title='Another Tag'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8402247655634380881</id><published>2008-10-22T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:55:52.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Ludicrous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, I decided to asks several asinine questions in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why on earth&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MT question mindless thoughts&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; your life or whatsoever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be falling asleep reading this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is commonly known as the symptoms of a major depression during exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first riveting query,"If you had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;, what would you do with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some answers were fair enough whilst the rest were rather *ahem* different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The naturally conventional ones were by Sharon and Martha, "I'll slaughter the chicken, pluck the feathers out and roast it," they said with a glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the odd ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll throw it into the bin"-Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... I don't know"-Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck???"-Amirah&lt;br /&gt;"I'll let it fly"- I forgot the person who said it, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus so much more... Bad idea to ask such idotic questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question, do you prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;democracy&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;communism&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, St Teresa's East Malaysians are supporting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/span&gt; communism. Out of the ten people I asked so far, 9 said communism and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; said democracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sabrina mistook my statement of hating the topic of democracy for supporting communism. To think of supporting communists and not holding up in ruling your own country is simply weird. Whatever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;rakyat Malaysia tentukan&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it seriously, we love Malaysia. And if you're a Malaysian, you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an opinion, just post it on the cbox! And a chicken to think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-8402247655634380881?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8402247655634380881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8402247655634380881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8402247655634380881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8402247655634380881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-day-i-decided-to-asks-several.html' title='Simply Ludicrous'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-2901987798362659140</id><published>2008-10-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:20:02.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Phases of Spelling Buzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English is driving me insane. So why you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Spelling Bee this Friday. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phase One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, how do you pronounce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendezvous&lt;/span&gt; and spell it right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; a proper knowledge of the silent 'z' and 'ous' for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the many other unexplored words with the silent e's that are barely noticable unless you look it up in the dictionary for example anaesthetic and haemorrhage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phase Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to spell reflexively and not writing it down on a piece of paper or hand. Long, winding words such as irresistible, commemorate and innumerable are hard to be spelled out in your head and ensuring a good flow of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phase 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words that I barely even know exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archipelago&lt;br /&gt;gastro-entiritis&lt;br /&gt;electroconvulsive therapy&lt;br /&gt;forsythia&lt;br /&gt;azalea&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist&lt;br /&gt;myxomatisis&lt;br /&gt;embryonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's definitely one word I can spell and not screw up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That is the BEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.greatsunflower.org/files/images/bee-on-sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.greatsunflower.org/files/images/bee-on-sunflower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-2901987798362659140?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2901987798362659140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=2901987798362659140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2901987798362659140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2901987798362659140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/many-phases-of-spelling-buzz.html' title='The Many Phases of Spelling Buzz...'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-3882814499771519636</id><published>2008-10-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:02:13.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thank you post</title><content type='html'>So firstly, I like to say &lt;strong&gt;Thank You&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone who has wished me happy birthday and sang me a birthday song yesterday and today especially 2A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now one year older , thanks to Christine and Sharon who constantly remind me. Sharon even said I look so "tua" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one year closer to oblivion......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of being fourteen doesn't bother me much at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have joined the "Orang Tua" club. Smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-3882814499771519636?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3882814499771519636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=3882814499771519636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3882814499771519636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3882814499771519636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-post.html' title='A thank you post'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-9046404716292621060</id><published>2008-10-17T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:45:13.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Amanda Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel it approaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out of the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out of the staleness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I see it first just as small as the light from a fire fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a silent threat, not heard only felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like the storm you see quietly but forcefully dancing on the horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As it grows in its magnificence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My apprehensive heart beats against my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel it so close but I keep praying that it will stay far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart pounds wildly until my breath escapes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My life my existence has been nothing but a great paradox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;leading to this moment in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their voices screaming in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A thousand thoughts inside only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do I help them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What if I allow one to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will it swallow them into the parade of lightning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;into the abyss of blinding light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will I too fall for not saving themI always knew it was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Safely waiting on the horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I never felt this light would catch me this fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never thought the rain would fall upon my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will I have the strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strength to make it go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only the agony of waiting for the future will tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just remember never let it come so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That you can feel the mist upon you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because the second you don't realize the other end of the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is the second it grabs a hold on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This officially confirms Michelle Ting needs a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-9046404716292621060?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9046404716292621060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=9046404716292621060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/9046404716292621060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/9046404716292621060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/miracle.html' title='A Miracle'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5678264435795614826</id><published>2008-10-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:38:48.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying to 2A1</title><content type='html'>Ezzah and I were &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to check whether Pn Catherine was in. And we did. Although the results didn't turn out as it was expected, there were actually no substitues nor was Pn Catherine in for 2A1 during Sejarah. In fact, the substitute was cancelled. So, indeed 2A1 was too &lt;em&gt;bising &lt;/em&gt;until we had to walk down the stairs, called teacher with horrible results so it was payback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us agreed on letting the class assume that teacher will be coming soon. Ezzah announced that our Sejarah teacher was coming up soon. As the &lt;em&gt;normal out of control 2A1,&lt;/em&gt; everyone scrambled back to their own seats before we had to face the music from teacher. Right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both grinning our heads off, I was shocked at what good actresses we were. And I had to say, everyone was positively unaware of the fabrications we told.  Everyone reached their inner state of mind before returning to study mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how on earth that I end up at Alicia's place and Ezzah joined the conversation too. Alicia was rather suspicious of our behaviour and kept repeating, asking whether Pn Catherine was coming in. Ezzah didn't spill the beans but she dropped some hints along the way. Michelle Goh and Alicia were convinced that we weren't telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there were the only two who knew about the fabrications and Rebecca sort of heard it too. The class didn't buy it though. Still as noisy as ever, 2A1 will always remain the same way whether you like it or not.&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; till reach the other end of the corridor... Hope 2A1ners don't kill me and Ezzah! You guys were noisy but I still love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-5678264435795614826?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5678264435795614826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5678264435795614826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5678264435795614826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5678264435795614826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lying-to-2a1.html' title='Lying to 2A1'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6026926723057239272</id><published>2008-10-06T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:19:29.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am extremely clumsy. I trip on practically &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;. So I always have bruises&lt;br /&gt;    and cuts on my legs or hands, and even my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I weep when I see other people weeping (So, please don't cry in front of me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love &lt;strong&gt;MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;! Fresh money from the bank totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't stand metals clanging together. For e.g. accidentally knocking the fork and spoon&lt;br /&gt;    together. &lt;em&gt;My ears beg, no scream for mercy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I just can't stop singing High School Musical songs just to annoy Sharon on our way down.&lt;br /&gt;    Usually, I end up getting beaten and told "I bring shame". Somehow, regrets never worm&lt;br /&gt;    themselves into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do I seem to pay attention in class? Well, if you think staring at the teacher counts, you got&lt;br /&gt;     your answer. I am mostly daydreaming about what would happen if I murdered someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, to me was not the best written by Shakespeare but it was the "Twelfth&lt;br /&gt;     Night". Loved it, a great classic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I tend to hum a tune which is familiar but  which I do not know the title of the song. Check out&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.midomi.com/"&gt;www.midomi.com&lt;/a&gt; though if you have a similar habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I absolutely detest Marilyn Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am cold-blooded. Not the symbolic cold-blooded. My hands turn icy cold in an air-cond&lt;br /&gt;       room after about 5 minutes although I am not really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I sleep early usually about 9-11 compared to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I make up games with my sister just to make her tired enough to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I can't speak Foochow although I'm Foochow. Somehow, the dialect seems rather harsh and&lt;br /&gt;       when I see other people, talking it, they raise their voices and sound violent, in sort of I&lt;br /&gt;       want to mash you into pulp kinda of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I draw weird patterns or unnatural sceneries on my exam paper after I finshed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I do circular motions with my hands unconsciously causing people to think I am insane at&lt;br /&gt;       times. At supermarkets, hardware stores, bookshops, you name it... Michelle Ting with the&lt;br /&gt;       Circular Motions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anyone today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6026926723057239272?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6026926723057239272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6026926723057239272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6026926723057239272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6026926723057239272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/rules-and-regulations-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4392761146449088736</id><published>2008-10-06T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:42:04.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>1. What is the relationship of you and him/her? Sabrina... Friends obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her.&lt;br /&gt;- Friendly&lt;br /&gt;- Good friend&lt;br /&gt;- Funny&lt;br /&gt;- Different &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;PENGUIN&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable things he/she had done for you.- Saying Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable things he/she have said to you. - I am not good at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he/she become your lover, you will: That is weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your enemy, you will: Why?? I don't want Brina to be my enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, she has to improve on. Insane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, the reason is. I killed her cat.... This question is dumb.. How am I suppose to predict the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him/her is? I agree with Sabrina on the fact that it should  be "with"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is. Friendly Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you? I am absolutely lazy, stupid, mean and HORRID..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is? Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?  Always procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is? No idea.... I just want to be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them. Hm.... Everything there is to say in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anyone today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4392761146449088736?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4392761146449088736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4392761146449088736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4392761146449088736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4392761146449088736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-6308208457132682449</id><published>2008-09-29T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:02:33.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Cliff</title><content type='html'>I watched Red Cliff with my grandfather yesterday. It was a totally awesome movie with its astounding battlefield scenes and visual effects. It is quite a compelling story starring many from the Romance of the Three Kingdom series for example Zhuge Liang, Cao Cao and Liu Bei.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is a brief description of the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Cliff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_language" title="Chinese language"&gt;Chinese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: 赤壁; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin" title="Pinyin"&gt;pinyin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Chìbì), also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Battle of Red Cliff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chinese epic film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; based&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; on the Battle of The Red Cliffs and events during the end of the Han Dynasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and immediately prior to the period of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in ancient.The film is directed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Woo" title="John Woo"&gt;John Woo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Leung_Chiu-Wai" title="Tony Leung Chiu-Wai"&gt;Tony Leung Chiu-Wai as Viceroy Zhou Yu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takeshi_Kaneshiro" title="Takeshi Kaneshiro"&gt;Takeshi Kaneshiro as Zhuge Liang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhang_Fengyi" title="Zhang Fengyi"&gt;Zhang Fengyi as Cao Cao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang_Chen" title="Chang Chen"&gt;Chang Chen as Sun Quan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hu_Jun" title="Hu Jun"&gt;Hu Jun as Zhao Yun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lin_Chi-ling" title="Lin Chi-ling"&gt;Lin Chi-ling as Xia Qiao, You Yong as Liu Bei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhao_Wei" title="Zhao Wei"&gt;Zhao Wei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; as Sun Shangxiang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.stareastasia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/china-entertainment-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 235px;" src="http://news.stareastasia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/china-entertainment-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite character in the book and the movie is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhuge Liang&lt;/span&gt; for always being the smart and wise guy.&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://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/_JIWA1001_/POSTER/20084263372817392259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/_JIWA1001_/POSTER/20084263372817392259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.stareastasia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/china-entertainment-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-6308208457132682449?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6308208457132682449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=6308208457132682449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6308208457132682449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/6308208457132682449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-cliff.html' title='Red Cliff'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/_JIWA1001_/POSTER/th_20084263372817392259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-245257866939034532</id><published>2008-09-27T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T06:24:06.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Raya is approaching and I bet everyone's pretty excited about it. Town is pretty busy especially Carpenter Street. Everyone's out shopping for new stuff. My dad is probably going to go on a open house frenzy again this year. We used to visit 16 to 23 houses a day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 to 23. It's not a joke. &lt;/span&gt;My dad's friends love to have him over at their house so in the end, we get heavily bloated. Imagine the amount of can drink intakes, cookies, cakes, curry, rendang and pulut stuffed in your mouth. My parents even time themselves how many minutes they can spend at each house just to make in time to everyone. My dad believes in pleasing everybody. Typical dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it is crazy to eat non-stop. My father's friends absolutely love him to indulge in their homemade delicacies. Mouth-watering first, agony later. I remembered I was too greedy and ended up throwing up the whole night.  Let's forget the not so happy part of Raya but refer to the much happier times. The best part about Hari Raya is you get food and joy of the festivities at the same time. Right.... Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefull, I'll be able to visit Mierah's and Brina's house with a couple of friends. Lastly, I liked to wish everybody, "Happy Holidays &amp;amp; Hope you enjoy studying!" and especially for the Malays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;Maaf zahir dan batin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-245257866939034532?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/245257866939034532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=245257866939034532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/245257866939034532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/245257866939034532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5820216582513201527</id><published>2008-09-24T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:07:22.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper Tower</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as we stepped into the lab, nobody would have expected this; a competition to build the most stabile and tallest block using only, two pieces of newspaper. Everyone was cracking their heads to figure a way how to make it work with just two pieces of newspaper within 15 minutes. Our group played with the newspaper, twisting it that way and this way. Then, bingo! Clarissa and Jasmine, the brilliant masterminds came up with a plan. They bulit a cone with the base, cut a hole at the top and twisted the newpaper forming sort of a drill. 10 seconds left. Amy rushes to cellotape the block with Amirah holding the base. Time was up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy places onto the table top with the other groups. Two groups pulled out, not being able to make it on time. 5 building stood tall on teacher's top, slightly unbalanced. Judging moment. Before teacher could reach out to Tatianna's Twin Towers, it has already fallen. Teacher decides to on the fan. Everybody were staring at the four left standing. Eleena and Christine's flag began wavering, slightly drooping with each second. It stood stabile but not as tall as the rest. Michelle Goh's was slightly shaky, tilting to one side too. Sharon's, the mighty tower which hovered over the rest was also beginning to shake and finally, dropped. Two remained, ours' and Al's, who will last longer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 seconds passed, 5 minutes passed but still both towers showed no signs of movement. Teacher decides a tie-breaker. First, the poking with the finger. Showing no significant movement, teacher invites two volunteers to blow the towers, Esterene and Debra. The towers were still showing no movement. Everyone was impatient, waiting for one to drop. Anxiety took over. Finally, teacher announced it as a tie! Everybody put great effort and what a challenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our tower's height is about 78 cm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249944502206562706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNuMtZiJgZI/AAAAAAAAADs/gCbwJYN8B70/s320/Newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-5820216582513201527?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5820216582513201527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5820216582513201527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5820216582513201527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5820216582513201527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/newspaper-tower.html' title='Newspaper Tower'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNuMtZiJgZI/AAAAAAAAADs/gCbwJYN8B70/s72-c/Newspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-972559010422074036</id><published>2008-09-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:26:31.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Recollections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken three years ago. Not meant for implying humiliation nor embarassment. But I'm so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three years ago, SK St. Teresa's choral speaking joined the district, regionals and state choral speaking competition. Our year was absolutely awesome combining the Year 4 and 5's which we won champions for both the district and regionals. Sadly, we lost to Miri in the state competition held in Bintulu. I never forgotten how devastated we were that day. We preformed our really best but we were still a little bit too fast according to the judges. Throughout the whole thing, we gained many experiences and memorable moments including this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248816164537716706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNeKfgKZT-I/AAAAAAAAADk/l3xzOFJ7Gmc/s320/Richard+010.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prize-giving Day 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In case you've noticed, Evelyn and I were grinning our heads off at the back)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that was the past, and now the present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I present to you &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Michelle Ting massacring Ronan Keating's song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And why so, you may ask. As we all gathered in the hall for assembly, I sat down with Martha, Sharon and Esterene. Martha was curiously fooling around with a piece of paper and scissors. Then, I noticed Marthat was writing something secretly on the paper. Out of curiosity, I asked her what it was and she just passed me the piece of paper, half of it cut by her razor sharp scissors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smile on your face, Let's me know that you need me, There's a truth in your eyes, Saying you'll never leave me, The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall, You say it best, When you say nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The chorus was enough to make Martha sob uncontrollably as she said I "bunuh"ed the song. Her face was enough to prove I answered my tag truthfully and without doubt, filled with honesty. Sharon laughed at me too even though she sang along with me. Martha's face made me feel regretful for ever singing that song. I thought I touched her heart, but I saw more of resentment and unhappiness in her eyes to realize I was ruining it without doubt. Poor Martha, she had to bear with my singing for half an hour. With Sharon by her side, I think it was a lesser pain to the ears (crossed fingers).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I know, I have the power to kill any song with just uttering a single word. I shan't use it for unruly purposes or shall I? Who knows? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-972559010422074036?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/972559010422074036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=972559010422074036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/972559010422074036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/972559010422074036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-recollections.html' title='Interesting Recollections'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNeKfgKZT-I/AAAAAAAAADk/l3xzOFJ7Gmc/s72-c/Richard+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-2786538160409125388</id><published>2008-09-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:25:06.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inebriated Rambling</title><content type='html'>The dusty road down the teachers' carpark, two people approached each other and began rambling about bags. They were Michelle and Evelyn. Evelyn looking rather crimson under the black skies and Michelle, just haggard. Sabrina claimed that she and Evelyn had carried three bags each down the stairs. But Michelle suggested that Evelyn was inebriated from a heavy booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the sky seemed so much darker, appearing malicious and sinister. The colour of Evelyn's face didn't fade. She was walking from side to side in an odd way. Stupidly, Michelle decided to join in, ignoring the fact there were other people staring in the churchground. They both started talking madly about bizzare topics which absolutely had nothing to do with them. Criticizing, ranting and simply belligerent. The booze was not wearing off fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's eyes started to droop heavily, reflexively causing her to sleepwalk. Evelyn had to go as she saw her car arrived. Michelle left alone, still not very much aware of her surroundings runs into Alicia. Together, they walk towards a Mitsubishi Pajero near the benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black Pajero stands massively tall next to a row of pitiful Kancils. The deafening rumble of the 4WD was even hard to ignore within one mile's distance. Michelle's mother looking rather pleased for Michelle being early as she had promised earlier that day. Michelle grinned mischievously as she thought about her little sister standing in front of Tupperware, an ideal contemplatation. Throughout the drive, Alicia and Michelle discusses their civic project involving charity work. Lesson learned through the conversation, a meeting with only two people makes a faster, better decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-2786538160409125388?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2786538160409125388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=2786538160409125388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2786538160409125388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2786538160409125388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/inebriated-rambling.html' title='Inebriated Rambling'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8572380203268572170</id><published>2008-09-20T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:34:50.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Davids'</title><content type='html'>My mum has loved David Archuleta ever since the first day he stepped into the American Idol audition room. Hoping he'll win, she cheers for him every week. Then the finale came along, all her dreams were crushed within one second; Ryan Seacrest announcing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won. Till today, she discriminates Cook and the sentence "David C. cooked David A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248094203594403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNT532EH7TI/AAAAAAAAADA/H8P00va0EGg/s320/29431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David Cook (Champion of AI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNT5tXYC9CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KmaRqxKD6NM/s1600-h/30378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248094023557772322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNT5tXYC9CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KmaRqxKD6NM/s320/30378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Runner-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;David Archuleta has a good voice which is suitable for ballads unlike David Cook, who is this translucent, hanging voice which is rather current. Although my mum wanted to David A. to win, Al and I were secretly wishing that David Cook would be the champion. Our mothers loved the sweet, little talented boy. He didn't win sadly. Still David A. is rather awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Recently, he came up with a new album, "Dacid Archuleta" with its hit single, "Crush". "Crush" was a rather immature twist for the low vocals and lack of music sense. Even my family laughed out loud including my mum when his song was playing. Singing something like "Imagine" was amazing but "Crush" was just ... listen to it yourself then tune in to "Imagine". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't Wait for Season 8 of American Idol!&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/7233379358037772441-8572380203268572170?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8572380203268572170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8572380203268572170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8572380203268572170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8572380203268572170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/davids.html' title='The Davids&apos;'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SNT532EH7TI/AAAAAAAAADA/H8P00va0EGg/s72-c/29431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-5147185475110486444</id><published>2008-09-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:32:22.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and tag 10 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse. And after answering all the 100 question, they have to give the one who tagged them the link. The one who’ve been tagged before don’t have to do it once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;01 Name: Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;02 Sex: Female (Doesn't the name ring a bell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;03 Email address: underwevolution@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;04 Birthdate: 20th October 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;05 Family: Obviously, there's my dad, my mum and my little sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;06 Height: 165cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;07 Weight: Letting you guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;08 Something good about yourself : Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;09 Something bad about yourself: &lt;/span&gt;Lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;10 Describe your personality in one word : &lt;/span&gt;Composed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;11 Celebrities that you like: Oprah, Sienna Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Songs you like: Everything-Michael Buble, Total Eclipse of the Heart-Bonnie Tyler, Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emotions, Immortality-BeeGees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Fav. Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Games you’re good at: Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 My ideal woman or man : Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;16 If you have to choose between same age/older/younger: Younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;17 Your mood right now: Zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;18 What you have in your pocket right now: Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;19 Sleeping out: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;20 Alcohol tolerance: Just lovely, inherited the flushing from my dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;21 Drinking habits: Water drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;22 How old were you the first time you drank: 13+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;23 When do you want to get married: I have no idea, maybe I'll be a bitter, old spinster&lt;/span&gt; (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;24 About my singing: Indescribably horrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;25 About my dancing: I can dance ballet.. Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;26 Something I want these days: &lt;/span&gt;PS3, iPod, happy companionship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://shintalita.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SM0YqQoKCsYAADVuj9o1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 When you’re home alone: Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 When you’re standing in front of the mirror: Combing my messed up hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Clothes you’re wearing right now: Something (Stalker alert!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 How much money do you have in your wallet: Broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 What you want to buy for your girlfriend/ boyfriend : Nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Does height matter to you: Very funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 What song do you sing when you go to sing karaoke: Star Wars theme song *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 What would you do if you had plans with your friend but they never showed up: Murder them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 What would you do if the person you loved cheated on you: I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 How long will you be able to wait for the person you love: If it's really worth it, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 First kiss: Duh, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 A feature you feel doesn’t need to be fixed: Fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Feature you feel should be fixed: Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 People you miss the most right now: Grandparents and relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 First love: Eragon *is there such a person right here in Kuching, I don't think so*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 When you cried the most: Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 When do you feel you’re grown up: Making decisions for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 What you don’t like: Unhappines and Obscenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 When you felt happy: A lot of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 When you were most flabbergasted: Earlier this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Best looking person of the opposite gender you’ve seen so far: Woody Allen *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 Why aren’t you going out with anyone: It's 9.00 at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 What you feel towards that person: As in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 What would you say to the people actually reading this: Is this really interesting and getting into your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 Something you’re most worried about: Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 When do you look most weak: When I wake up??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 How do you NOT get dumped: Not leaving me in the middle of something important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 3 things a person NEEDS: Space, Comfort, Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Favorite TV program: CSI : LV &amp;amp; NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 Movie that pissed you off: Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 Movie you watched with most meaning:  An Incovenient Truth, Al Gore made me pro-environment ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 Most recent movie watched: Meet Dave (super hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 Movie you want to recommend: Kungfu Panda &amp;amp; The Day after Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 If you could become a character inside a movie: Draco Malfoy *arches eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 How many net cafes are you a member to: I am not much of a net cafe person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 67 Which do you go to most often: Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 68 What you feel about this cafe? : Refer to questions 66 &amp;amp;67 and I mean it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 What you want to say to the starter of the cafe?: Hope you noticed, but I'm more of a home user&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 You believe it is okay to marry someone else to save the person that you love: Oh, for goodness sakes, NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71 What would you do if your parents didn’t bless your decision to get married: Persuade them? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 Do you think you’re a player: Digimon Rumble Arena Player counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;73 What time do you wake up: 7-8am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 When you go to sleep: 9-11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 If someone you met for the first time asked for your number: Hmm... Interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 What would you do if you liked someone at a meeting: Get to know them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 Celebrity you want to go out with: Pierce Brosnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;78 How many kids do you want: Depending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;79 Something you really want to be good at: The violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 What I want to be in 10 years: Heart specialist or GP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 Someone you’re jealous of right now: Taro Hakase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 A word that you use a lot: Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83 What I do when I first wake up: Make the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 What would you do if you picked up a million dollars: Buy property and invest in stock markets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 What would you do if you became invisible: Disturb people as in kacau (making someone think that they need therapy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 Singer you think is the best singing live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Andrea Bocceli, Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;87 Singers you don’t understand why they even sing: Teriyaki Boys *OMG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;88 A kind of man you don’t like: Arrogant &amp;amp; Egoistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;89 A kind of woman you don’t like: Backstabbers and gossipers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;90 What would you do if you found someone you love more than the person you’re dating right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;91 What would you feel if you met someone you’ve broken up with: Normal friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;92 Most important possession: Home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;93 What you do when you first get online: Get on MSN *MSN is my homepage*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;94 What surprised you the most: The fact cows can go up the stairs, but not down. Unbelievable, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;95 What you do when you can’t fall asleep: Toss and turn in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;96 What do you think you were in your past life: Emperor Shi Huang-Ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;97 If you were to be born again: Hilary Rhoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;98 What are you going to do after you finish this: Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;99 How honest were you: Extremely honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;100 What do you want to say: Don't get annoyed, it ONLY took me approximately 2 hours to finish this (not bad, eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;I TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;1. Eu Fern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;2. Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;3. Jeanette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;4. Gabrielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;5. Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;6. Martha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;7. Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;8. Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;9. Mierah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;10.Shirley&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/7233379358037772441-5147185475110486444?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5147185475110486444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=5147185475110486444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5147185475110486444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/5147185475110486444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8199308552306471795</id><published>2008-09-13T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:25:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of things messed up together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So Basically I Did This Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got out of bed, brushed my teeth and changed. Boiled water and heat the bread. Grabbed my flute and rushed out (eventhough it was only 7.00, thanks to my dad). Stayed with my dad at the coffee shop while he talked with his friends*they're really nice*. But it was so boring, I took my dad's keys and attempted to barge into the shop. People were staring at me like I was a lunatic. What could I do? I was BORED. In the end, I gave up unlocking that stupid grill. Then only at 7.50, he sent me for band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ordered to jog or rather I called it, breeze walking. Practised marching. Then, we went back to band room played some scores and enjoyed the music, as if. The last piece was absolutely torturous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shirley and I did some character and free movements. After lesson, we were talking about how perfect Edward was and how impossible was it to come true (we were being so silly XD). The conclusion was the story became a bestseller as everyone loves a fairytale-like story and indulgent in their thoughts. To me, it's just a bunch of mental delusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shifted on to oldies as Chelsea brought the idea of Dancing Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABBA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/12_02/abbaMS1512_468x549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="334" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/12_02/abbaMS1512_468x549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Carpenters&lt;/strong&gt; "Why do Bird suddenly appear...., everytime you are near..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/thecarpenters/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" height="453" alt="" src="http://www.freewebs.com/thecarpenters/148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eagles&lt;/strong&gt; "Welcome to the Hotel California..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forgottenjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/eagles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://forgottenjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/eagles1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so weird as all these melodies went rolling around my head. Must be under the influence of my mother... But oldies are awesome especially Earth, Wind and Fire's "September". But good things must come to an end, as I sailed home with my mum and little sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately, this was the part I hated most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I WAS FORCED AGAINST MY WILL TO HELP MY SISTER FINISHED HER PROJECT GRUDGINGLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someday, she'll remember that I have helped her and she has to repay me back. Muahahahaha.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She shall remember or I will make her remember while blood still runs through my veins. Maybe I'm a bit too much, but you should know my sister doesn't help people without a condition. My little sister used to chase Evelyn and Eu Fern, asked them, they'll tell all you need to know about my daring and annoying sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7233379358037772441-8199308552306471795?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8199308552306471795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8199308552306471795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8199308552306471795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8199308552306471795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/lots-of-things-messed-up-together.html' title='Lots of things messed up together'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-2438490843215058057</id><published>2008-09-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:11:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending of Eragon</title><content type='html'>Brisingr meaning fire is the last book in the Inheritance Trilogy (Eragon and Eldest). I have been waiting for so long since three years ago after Christopher Paolini wrote the second book. And it's actually going to be released on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th of September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Really excited to see what a wimp Eragon has become *sighs* based on the second book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whistlestoppers.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/brisingr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 462px" height="462" alt="" src="http://www.whistlestoppers.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/brisingr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still really excited to know what happens between Murtagh and Eragon after all, they are blood brothers. They are certain spoilers online though but I am just going to save the best for last. Annoyed that Christopher Paolini actually spilled contents of Brisingr online, I'll just ignore it. Might be going to MPH or Popular soon to get a copy and maybe the Twilight series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardcover over paperback?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY HARDCOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-2438490843215058057?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2438490843215058057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=2438490843215058057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2438490843215058057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/2438490843215058057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/ending-of-eragon.html' title='Ending of Eragon'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-3475528864739280689</id><published>2008-09-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:36:27.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am definitely not talking about "Rush Hour" the movie but more of my home rush hour. My mum's busy preparing for a talk and she regrets it so much, I see her moaning in front of the laptop. Just one thing, my mum absolutely dislikes computers or anything that has to do with technology. Sighing about her Powerpoint, I decided to lend my helping hand but instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"WHERE YOU PUT THE WORD DOCUMENT???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's not exactly my fault. The night before, I was halfway asleep and I can't even remember what was I doing. My mum asked me to cut and paste those silly diagrams into the slide presentation. Silly, dumb diagrams. She didn't even tell me I had to separate the diagrams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, she cut out all the diagrams and paste them onto a white piece of paper. Then, sent it for photostating. It could have been that simple. Gosh, and all that trouble. Apparently, she's doing this for charity. I hate to see stressed out people especially my mum, she definitely can blow you away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you have read Sabrina's blog, probably she has mentioned the next year's Prefect Council for afternoon session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Rebecca is officially our new Head Prefect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-3475528864739280689?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3475528864739280689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=3475528864739280689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3475528864739280689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/3475528864739280689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4413753323789845973</id><published>2008-09-09T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:01:11.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SMcI1hDporI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkznJ_Iv8NU/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244170006596002482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SMcI1hDporI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkznJ_Iv8NU/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/imgres?imgurl=http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/twilight.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=334&amp;amp;sz=20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;usg=__lZaYrylHX2hXMxTZM9v9ti0wPgU=&amp;amp;tbnid=G90snL-PJ2CurM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=87&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DTwilight%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished reading Twilight. Currently, the craze of 2A1 and 2A2 and maybe 2A3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not bad actually. You can try reading it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecards.emiclassics.co.uk/maksim2/images/maksim_new_world_packshot_email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" height="317" alt="" src="http://ecards.emiclassics.co.uk/maksim2/images/maksim_new_world_packshot_email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://www.kkbox.com.tw/funky/album/60107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://www.kkbox.com.tw/funky/album/60107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to Maksim Mrvica's album. The Piano Player and New World Concerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quite a spin on Handel's Sarabande and Hadyns's Piano Concerto in C Major.  Perhaps his most popular number is  the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Flight of  The Bumblebee". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But my favourites are Claudine, Cubana Cubana, Croatian Rhapsody and Paganini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The finest pianist since Liszt "  The Tokyo Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's why I love Maksim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The real reason I'm writing this post is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am really bored.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I refuse to study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*exams in four weeks (the Horror)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finishing kerja kursus is another thing *pass up by Thursday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;-End of Today's Post-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4413753323789845973?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4413753323789845973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4413753323789845973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4413753323789845973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4413753323789845973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SMcI1hDporI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkznJ_Iv8NU/s72-c/twilight_book_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-4427359244139256420</id><published>2008-09-08T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:16:03.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SMXqAUTGzkI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ce6KS3Ma14I/s1600-h/image11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854632312557122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SMXqAUTGzkI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ce6KS3Ma14I/s320/image11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my piano results and I'm really depressed. What more can be said? I am an absolute failure. 2008 is definitely not a good year no matter how much we, Chinese people saying 8 brings good "chi", many fortunes and lots of joy. I don't sense a single good happening. Political crisis all around the world including Malaysia, natural disasters and recent conflict between China and Tibet before the Beijing Olmpics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tearing down pictures of Tan Sri Toh Tsu Kun, blaming him for fighting the rights of the Chinese citizens. Malaysians are one, remember? Gerakan demanding separation from Barisan Nasional. It seems more like a sad year to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 8 was suppose to be everflowing, visualizing prosperity, happiness and longevity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233379358037772441-4427359244139256420?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4427359244139256420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=4427359244139256420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4427359244139256420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/4427359244139256420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/number-8.html' title='Number 8'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SMXqAUTGzkI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ce6KS3Ma14I/s72-c/image11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-7840256599050542021</id><published>2008-09-05T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:03:14.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. wat's your fav sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Jellybeans and Liquorice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. wat's your fav subject?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. who did you last talked to in person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum and my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. are you missing someone right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah... My grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. do you want him or her back or to be with you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. who do you want to meet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oprah Winfrey XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what's your fav food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kolo mee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. who do you hate the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. how many pink shirts do you have?&lt;br /&gt;1... I am not much of a pink colour fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. how many shorts do you have?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. do you like goin out with your family?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. where was the last place you went to eat wif your family?&lt;br /&gt;Lok Thian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. wat's your phone model?&lt;br /&gt;Sob...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. wat's your status now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleepy and tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. riddle: if you have a bathtub filled wif water, and you are given a spoon, fork and bucket, wat will you use to empty the bathtub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Use the spoon and scoop out water into the bucket... I know, it's exceptionally brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. if your boyfriend or girlfriend dates another gurl or guy other than you.. wat would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably tell him off and leave him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. wat do you find most attractive? jewelry or fluff balls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. are you happy wif you exam results this term??&lt;br /&gt;Ok, oklah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. wat was your average for you last term exam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;92.--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. wat would you give to your lover on your anniversary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. do you hate wat you've done to your last ex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never had one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. do you feel like killing him or her for dumping you/ do you feel like dying after being dumped?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That hasn't actually happened to me before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. who was the last person or last thing you hugged or slept wif? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My "Happy Birthday" teddy bear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. do you recently get presents from guys or gurls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. do you like guys or gurls tat you don't know of chasing you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. how does it feel being single or in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. wat's your fav colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green (Just emphasizing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. do you like swimming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. where is the place tat you would dream to visit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. are you answering this survey truthfully?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone who reads this survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Luck!&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/7233379358037772441-7840256599050542021?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7840256599050542021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=7840256599050542021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7840256599050542021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/7840256599050542021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233379358037772441.post-8940978533140595329</id><published>2008-09-03T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:27:18.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forensic Heroes II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL6IMf92dYI/AAAAAAAAABc/wv3Xzs_GKCA/s1600-h/ForensicHeroesIIPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241776764626564482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL6IMf92dYI/AAAAAAAAABc/wv3Xzs_GKCA/s320/ForensicHeroesIIPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I finished watching Forensic Heroes after 41 episodes but it was worth while. The plot was quite interesting actually and seriously addictive. I was glued to the TV set the whole three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the first three discs throughout our mid-term exams (hehe...) and felt really guilty about it. I was undeniably glad when we got out test papers back as I was expecting to do badly this term. Aren't I exceptionally brilliant? &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/7233379358037772441-8940978533140595329?l=ting-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8940978533140595329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233379358037772441&amp;postID=8940978533140595329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8940978533140595329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233379358037772441/posts/default/8940978533140595329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ting-michelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/forensic-heroes-ii.html' title='Forensic Heroes II'/><author><name>Michelle Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00315854928910740670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL_lajPwczI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0Td-uL9a5k/S220/P6040456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WjIcfaKBa6E/SL6IMf92dYI/AAAAAAAAABc/wv3Xzs_GKCA/s72-c/ForensicHeroesIIPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
