<?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-4392269714274978649</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:03:58.897+08:00</updated><category term='mood'/><category term='back'/><category term='zon mpsj'/><category term='solstice'/><category term='anything'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='wishing'/><category term='home'/><category term='reluctant'/><category term='choralspeaking 2009'/><category term='truth'/><category term='dead exams'/><category term='crave'/><category term='nagging'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='sis'/><category term='just life'/><category term='go out on my own'/><category term='confused'/><category term='subzone'/><category term='far yet so close'/><category term='braces'/><category term='celebs'/><category term='pembarisan'/><category term='friend'/><category term='balance'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='let go'/><category term='lectures'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='breathe'/><category term='drama'/><category term='hari guru'/><category term='exams'/><category term='thailand'/><category term='school'/><category term='camp'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='cell group'/><category term='boring'/><category term='climbing'/><category term='phantom of the opera'/><category term='people'/><category term='old friend'/><category term='church'/><category term='handphone'/><category term='2008 choralspeaking'/><category term='wonders'/><category term='busy'/><category term='rollercoaster'/><category term='fun'/><category term='why'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='chatting'/><category term='CHC friends'/><category term='randomness'/><category term='crashed'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='frus'/><category term='choralspeakers'/><category term='seriously'/><category term='don&apos;t know'/><category term='family relationship'/><category term='normal stuff'/><category term='dialogue'/><category term='another'/><category term='smiling'/><category term='forever'/><category term='tracks'/><category term='friends'/><category term='miracles'/><category term='subang parade'/><category term='me'/><category term='rising'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='true'/><category term='new friends'/><category term='english'/><category term='plants vs zombies'/><category term='ourselves'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='struggle'/><category term='jerk bro'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='world'/><category term='bored'/><category term='dubcube'/><category term='emerge'/><category term='everything'/><category term='life'/><category term='choralspeaking 2008'/><category term='falling'/><category term='day'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='life and love'/><category term='old and new friends'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='god'/><category term='the world'/><category term='CHCKL'/><category term='desperation'/><category term='dropping by'/><title type='text'>-=Expressing Myself=-</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of a girl who just wants salvation, love and happiness.. Expressing herself is just one of the keys..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5347789203762545412</id><published>2012-01-28T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:14:56.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dare to Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;"No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;We're gonna lose everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;If we believe all the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;I may fall but I swear that I'll help you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;This world's running on empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;And there's no reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;You may fall but I know that you'll help me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been in the dark for way too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;But when we turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;We see a light shine through the haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;So forget about who was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Because I've never been more ready to turn this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;If you swear you believe in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Embrace forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;'Cuz it's all that I'm asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Or keep holding out while the innocent die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SAF0Maa3q4" target="_blank"&gt;Dare to Believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-5347789203762545412?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5347789203762545412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2012/01/dare-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5347789203762545412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5347789203762545412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2012/01/dare-to-believe.html' title='Dare to Believe'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-8743042075943767289</id><published>2011-11-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:47:56.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><title type='text'>The World - Why</title><content type='html'>Why do we do this to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continuation of monopolizing...the endless betraying...the endless losing...constantly doing the wrong things, repeating history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a cycle...but cycles can be broken, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why....why can't we break out of this cycle of endless pain, suffering, lies and betrayal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are sick of it....tired of being afraid...wanting to die....constantly being in depression...losing people...&lt;i&gt;hurting&lt;/i&gt; people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we cause people pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we judge others based on things they didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why....do we judge people on the colours of their skin...without knowing anything about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we judge people on things...that was done a long time ago? The past is the past....there it will remain...the chains of the past must be broken in order to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why....do we judge people...when we don't know them and only their names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood and tears shed, suffering caused..violence the result....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help any of us....and only causes more guilt....the regret and shame descending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positivity...and identity...&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So.....why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-8743042075943767289?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8743042075943767289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8743042075943767289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8743042075943767289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-why.html' title='The World - Why'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-643700082604915287</id><published>2011-07-15T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:23:54.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2cFZRELdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wgO_gkiVIS4/s1600-h/MJZ1892.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2cFZRELdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wgO_gkiVIS4/s320/MJZ1892.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354107148509130194" border="0" /&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2cj4KQ7WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wNkkbVSkerU/s1600-h/luvingu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2cj4KQ7WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wNkkbVSkerU/s320/luvingu.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354107672198180194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that, maybe...just maybe.. I might be feeling this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2dGWHf_UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ZiY2Xvl-cQ/s1600-h/ily.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2dGWHf_UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ZiY2Xvl-cQ/s320/ily.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354108264355200322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-643700082604915287?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/643700082604915287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/07/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/643700082604915287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/643700082604915287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/07/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk2cFZRELdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wgO_gkiVIS4/s72-c/MJZ1892.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-4720917457119083569</id><published>2011-06-29T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:25:59.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been nearly six full months since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, sometimes I wonder if blogging is really something to be pursued. Yes, the power of the cyberweb is that all you people get to see me complaining about crap and stuff like materialistic needs. But I realize that, other then that, blogging can be used for good things. And such, this will be my more personal blog - I will open up another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other blog's purposes will be different. It will be the focus on areas of life - relationships, family, friendship and etc. It will be a place where all of you can express your views by leaving comments. I will also share my own personal view and experience on whatever I've gone through. Besides that, I will keep side-posts for ranting and venting about daily lives so you guys can vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK: http://love-lifex.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-4720917457119083569?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4720917457119083569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4720917457119083569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4720917457119083569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-8917114790886220757</id><published>2011-01-18T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:46:21.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHCKL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dubcube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>IO CAMP 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/TTVC4P8A3qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LWjPtnYQUqE/s1600/166640_10150138339766041_707506040_8362395_8328935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/TTVC4P8A3qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LWjPtnYQUqE/s320/166640_10150138339766041_707506040_8362395_8328935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563426448804470434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;IO  Camp 2011.. Well, what can I say? It was simply amazing and it totally  had an awesome presence of God :D Congrats to everyone who got awards as  well as everyone else. And remember! All of us are winners!&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; :D Sat. Reunion. JOM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On   a more personal note, thanks and hugs to the whole committee members   and leaders and everyone for doing a fantabulously awesome job :D It was   great to meet new friends, laugh and share joy while having tons of  fun (CSI, Treasure Hunt, Telematch..etc)  :) The "mini" sermons were  touching, and made me realize that I've been  doing some things the  wrong way. So with new resolve and being  recharged, I'm gonna do them  The Right Way instead. GO DUBCUBE! Totally  can't wait to see what's  next :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and! Got gift for u guys...What ah? Song Lyrics! =) shall post it up some time, preferably before the reunion~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway,  thank you Dubcube for planning this camp. You've opened my eyes to  several things, and have truly empowered and touched lives, one of which  is mine =) I hope to be on the committee one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROTEIN! JYEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Hugs from an IO Camper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-8917114790886220757?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8917114790886220757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/01/io-camp-2011_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8917114790886220757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8917114790886220757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2011/01/io-camp-2011_18.html' title='IO CAMP 2011'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/TTVC4P8A3qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LWjPtnYQUqE/s72-c/166640_10150138339766041_707506040_8362395_8328935_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-1869825342700255739</id><published>2010-11-22T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:36:54.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Fragile Heart</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wonder, if it's all really all it's cracked up to be,&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's so many lies, I can't go through them all,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how the stars still shine above,&lt;br /&gt;Even when the darkness threatens to swallow them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder if it's all fake,&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder why things happen as they do,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering... about the harshness of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to stay strong, be true to myself,&lt;br /&gt;But I still get misunderstood by my family,&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped in a web, a web of deceit,&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm trapped in a gilded cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so perfect when they aren't, not really,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating behind the bars of the gilded cage,&lt;br /&gt;Dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard sometimes to keep going,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just sees me as someone&lt;br /&gt;who is continually strong, accepting life for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;It's true, of course,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I just get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the expectations forced upon,&lt;br /&gt;Fed up of all my mistakes and undeserved blames,&lt;br /&gt;All the undeserved scolding and nagging,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I apologize for snapping,&lt;br /&gt;The scoldings still continue on, as if I never apologized.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick and tired of all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's these kind of days that I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If my life is honestly worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm trapped, dying behind the gilded cage.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I would ever be free from this.&lt;br /&gt;All of it.&lt;br /&gt;The misunderstandings, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;undeserved&lt;/span&gt; blames,&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken apologies that I needed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted, knew &lt;/span&gt;I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a proper compliment,&lt;br /&gt;Only a "good" here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Not truly appreciative and congratulating my achievements,&lt;br /&gt;Not even celebrating them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my best, work hard when I can,&lt;br /&gt;But it's still not good enough, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; good enough for them.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let my tears fall&lt;br /&gt;and them to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's these times.. I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;If I would ever be free from this..&lt;br /&gt;And be understood properly&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life..&lt;br /&gt;And have my achievements celebrated and complimented&lt;br /&gt;instead of being down-trodden upon and hearing those words&lt;br /&gt;"You can do better" or "You're smarter than this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to just try to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they do, but it's so half-hearted, so unwillingly,&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so sick and tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I just wanna live my life,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in ways that a teenager would,&lt;br /&gt;With sleepovers and volunteering,&lt;br /&gt;They would say "You're too young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with it, sick and tired of their excuses,&lt;br /&gt;Their stupid idiotic reasons,&lt;br /&gt;As if it was a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;It's not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Mankind is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why can't they accept it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't they accept me for who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't think much of my hobbies, composing, writing, and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just so sick and tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be left alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go my tears tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Letting out them all.&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/4392269714274978649-1869825342700255739?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1869825342700255739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/11/fragile-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/1869825342700255739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/1869825342700255739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/11/fragile-heart.html' title='A Fragile Heart'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-325814250968302302</id><published>2010-09-02T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:07:49.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ourselves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just life'/><title type='text'>Ourselves - Don't Fear, Just BE YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Often we wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Upon a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we continue to put up masks?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being ourselves?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's awfully strange, to be honest. We often tell people to just "be yourself" when we aren't being ourselves. It's as if a strange defense mechanism. It's either "There's no need to be like that, just be yourself" or "Aiyah, just be yourself lah" as we say in our typical Malaysian way. It can be said in many different ways; but the point still stands for itself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put up masks so we don't get hurt. This distances us from the people around us, which is what may some of us want or we do it unknowingly. We fake a smile, a laugh, and think we can pass it off. But what most of us don't really know that a true friend, or someone who's very close to us or family can see it in our eyes. This worries them, because they don't know what's happening; or happened to us. They'd wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why did he/she become like that?", "What happened?"&lt;/span&gt; And then there starts the overwhelming concern for our health and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find it annoying. But the thing is, WE started it! We made them worry! So why don't they have the rights to worry? We shouldn't get mad at them, annoyed or irritated, because WE'RE the one who made them worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we wish to be ourselves so much, but we're afraid that the world won't like us. We have fear of rejection, rejected by the world. So we become somebody else, somebody who's not us, and our personality changes. The way we act, the way we react, it's all because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear of rejection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so self-conscious that we have can't get out of our comfort zone. But I tell you this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of your comfort zone, adapt, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it will be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Because being yourself is ten times better than being someone who you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people don't like you for who you are, just go with the flow. You WILL find friends along the way, and maybe make some enemies. But who cares? Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're just yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to be unpredictable! Ups and downs, good and bads! And hey, if life isn't a rollercoaster, it'd be boring and dull wouldn't it? We can't have everything going smooth-sailing for us all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because we need a balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good and Evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love and Hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trust and Betrayal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Honesty and Integrity, opposing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lies and Deceit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As dawn to dusk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As darkness is to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As sunrise to sunsets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As light to the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can't be yourself, then who can you be?&lt;br /&gt;Because one thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;We aren't meant to be replicas of somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can be you, and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's only one of you in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4392269714274978649-325814250968302302?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/325814250968302302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/09/ourselves-dont-fear-just-be-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/325814250968302302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/325814250968302302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/09/ourselves-dont-fear-just-be-yourself.html' title='Ourselves - Don&apos;t Fear, Just BE YOURSELF'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-4062421589637263547</id><published>2010-06-13T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:34:07.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Actions Are More Than Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly, the saying is true.&lt;br /&gt;Actions are more than words.&lt;br /&gt;A simple gesture is full of meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is difficult to interpret,&lt;br /&gt;But if done, understanding is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An action can set one off,&lt;br /&gt;And yet, can soothe one's soul,&lt;br /&gt;As a balm to a wound,&lt;br /&gt;An ointment, a simple cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guilt reduced, self-disappointment drowned,&lt;br /&gt;I can now focus more clearly on my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the fact, the fact that&lt;br /&gt;Actions Are More Than Words.&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/4392269714274978649-4062421589637263547?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4062421589637263547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/06/actions-are-more-than-words.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4062421589637263547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4062421589637263547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/06/actions-are-more-than-words.html' title='Actions Are More Than Words'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5840893751364762552</id><published>2010-06-12T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:34:17.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall From Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;A veil of darkness, a cover of shadows.&lt;br /&gt;It embraces the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving an empty shell,&lt;br /&gt;of a once great angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? How can a simple emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Fall a great creation?&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful perfection.&lt;br /&gt;It is an enigma of mystery,&lt;br /&gt;Cloaked in its own secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the angel's downfall.&lt;br /&gt;It was the angel's fall from grace.&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/4392269714274978649-5840893751364762552?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5840893751364762552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/06/fall-from-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5840893751364762552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5840893751364762552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/06/fall-from-grace.html' title='Fall From Grace'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-7845957852622764513</id><published>2010-06-08T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:32:33.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Words Will Speak For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever wondered why you exist?&lt;br /&gt;Why you were made the way you were?&lt;br /&gt;There's always a reason, always a path,&lt;br /&gt;It only depends on what you choose and if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this world exist?&lt;br /&gt;To complicate things or weather every crisis together?&lt;br /&gt;Each has a path, to choose, to take,&lt;br /&gt;Depending on personalities, and changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I ask myself, why do I exist?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I not exist?&lt;br /&gt;This, I ask myself, in a dark time.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, a presence soothes me, bringing me back to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always hope within,&lt;br /&gt;So long as you have faith, trust and believe,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing now, as I have God and my spiritual family,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the darkness, the shadows of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;It is a balance to the light, as night is to day,&lt;br /&gt;Dusk to dawn, and the sunrise and sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;Endings mark a new beginning, and each beginning&lt;br /&gt;always has an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me strong,&lt;br /&gt;In good times I laugh and smile, others I cry and brood.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I do not care, for I know that I have my family&lt;br /&gt;and my true friends to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;My spiritual family, my blood family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are what keep me strong.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I will finish this race,&lt;br /&gt;Finish this walk.&lt;br /&gt;For them, myself and God.&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/4392269714274978649-7845957852622764513?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-8987726737408454347</id><published>2010-03-16T14:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:13:49.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHC friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::VERSE OF THE DAY::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::Written by me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a truly wonderful thing,&lt;br /&gt;Full of joy and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, grief and sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are always there for you,&lt;br /&gt;To make you smile and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Vanquishing the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;From your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Lightening the burden of your soul,&lt;br /&gt;This is friendship forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. No, I'm not dead. Just busy and stuff. Really. =) Anyway, theory exam was just over yesterday @.@ Thankfully. Phew. News.. Um... Nothing much. The first monthly test of the year was just over and I led cell group games for the first time last week - 12th March. It was an extended version of "Truth or Dare" and believe me, it was HILARIOUS. Why? Cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damien and Vincent had to act out a proposal scene. Vincent - Recipient. Damien - Proposer and and..mid-way proposal.. guess who almost tripped over a bag? -amused-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58oZl5uD0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PhVIZYY2A90/s1600-h/MJZ2058.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58oZl5uD0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PhVIZYY2A90/s320/MJZ2058.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449118494277635906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allan and Wei Mun got DARE, so we DARED them to drink raw egg. They shared. And the thing was when it came to Allan's half, he asked for soy sauce which Patrick gave him and put inside. The color turned into..some mutant green-ish color. EW.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58qyP9W_LI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tQx4xYN5QGs/s1600-h/omgpyzam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58qyP9W_LI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tQx4xYN5QGs/s320/omgpyzam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449121116907306162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As for Ju Yinn and Jia Wern, they were DARED to sing. They sang Tik-Tok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Bernice had a rant-off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND... THE PAIR WHO IS MISSING FROM THE LIST...&lt;br /&gt;BETWEEN THE SENTENCES THAT MENTIONS THE ALLAN - WEI MUN&lt;br /&gt;PAIR AND THE JU YINN - JIA WERN PAIR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PATRICK AND ANDREW&lt;/span&gt;, WHO GOT THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMEST, HILARIOUS INSTRUCTIONS OF ALL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... IT WAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO SING THE ABC SONG. OPERA STYLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58tJBOmSCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6LgS8snxOU4/s1600-h/omg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58tJBOmSCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6LgS8snxOU4/s320/omg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449123707113326626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES WAY. THEY DID IT.&lt;br /&gt;ONE LETTER PER PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58uOgKRMHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/28Gj-uTZEhk/s1600-h/BClol1030.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58uOgKRMHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/28Gj-uTZEhk/s320/BClol1030.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449124900827639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, we ended up laughing like mad throughout almost the whole game. Not bad for my first time leading games in cell group huh? I was pretty surprised and it felt great to see that everyone enjoyed it. Maybe I'll lead again next time. Who knows, yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends' Night this week! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!Hugs from!&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle Lim&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/4392269714274978649-8987726737408454347?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8987726737408454347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-quickie.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8987726737408454347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8987726737408454347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/S58oZl5uD0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PhVIZYY2A90/s72-c/MJZ2058.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-147025437292817898</id><published>2010-01-18T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:40:16.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Ain't It Just Quaint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::Written by me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does it have to be so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny that it's fun and interesting,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that Life simply is an endless cycle, a running stream,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down ever so gently,&lt;br /&gt;Life's but a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it can be of falsified things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been a long time since I've blogged. Been so lazy! Yet... busy. Unfortunately. Have so many tuitions till I wanna quit. NOT. Really. But I've got my friends to fall back on so I don't really mind. Nothing much to update, I'm afraid. Just the fact that I simply love the song "In My Arms" by Plumb right now. Church is awesome as always, school busy, life...is... complicated as usual. I think I'll finish this random post with.. what I'm gonna write next. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May our sorrows be forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sins be forgiven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life be filled with fun and love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As well as happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick.&lt;br /&gt;A dream is the tree of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Simply composing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4392269714274978649-147025437292817898?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/147025437292817898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/01/aint-it-just-quaint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/147025437292817898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/147025437292817898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/01/aint-it-just-quaint.html' title='Ain&apos;t It Just Quaint?'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5381606456295184920</id><published>2010-01-01T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:32:15.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An epic start of a new long journey,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with focus and determination,&lt;br /&gt;As I wonder about the heresy,&lt;br /&gt;A new goal, new aim, has been set in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I hope to accomplish so by myself for once, in a journey.&lt;br /&gt;It is the closing of the previous chapter, the start of the next;&lt;br /&gt;The closing curtain for the previous drama,&lt;br /&gt;The opening veil of the next.&lt;br /&gt;The dawn shimmers, bringing a new light to the world,&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the world one more,&lt;br /&gt;Shattering the previous darkness for all hope is not lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this will be better than the previous,&lt;br /&gt;Filling with extraordinary unimaginable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I say to all of you and wish you&lt;br /&gt;A very Happy New Year!&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/4392269714274978649-5381606456295184920?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5381606456295184920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5381606456295184920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Written by me::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a long time since my fingers tapped on the keyboard,&lt;br /&gt;Ever so rhythmically and clacking all the way,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of music beating in my ears as each tapping finger makes itself known,&lt;br /&gt;As I continue on the Christmas board.&lt;br /&gt;As the music of "Love Story" plays,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there even is a way and what role love plays,&lt;br /&gt;In Life and Death, in Joy and Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious, pondering this every day,&lt;br /&gt;But to understand this, whether fortunate or not to say,&lt;br /&gt;I have  to experience it for myself,&lt;br /&gt;for it is the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my mind wanders yet again, to another part of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my mind, my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;To the depths 'tis time, where I have ne'er venture into before,&lt;br /&gt;The language of Old English plays out in my head,&lt;br /&gt;As the music continues with its play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I truly think, are one of the wonders of the world,&lt;br /&gt;They are one of a kind, with a sense of individuality,&lt;br /&gt;Whether they're simple or complex; 'tis matters not,&lt;br /&gt;For they'll be just there, for always and eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 'tis not the matter which haunts me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, what haunts me haunts me every day.&lt;br /&gt;My mind, my heart, my soul and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;It is always there, in the shadows, lurking.&lt;br /&gt;It truly haunts me.&lt;br /&gt;It haunts my dreams; shattering my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Never leaving me, for it is a part of me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will leave it alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;For it is good to be home and well.&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/4392269714274978649-643684615340114346?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/643684615340114346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/643684615340114346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/643684615340114346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-8773215748461648024</id><published>2009-11-23T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:50:26.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHCKL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHC friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emerge'/><title type='text'>EMERGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Swo4A6yz2QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vUQOT6Xfgcw/s1600/DSC08223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Swo4A6yz2QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vUQOT6Xfgcw/s320/DSC08223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407195891045226754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::Written by me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is truly wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Full of gifts, wonder and magic,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to love and to be in awe of.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm soaring across the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing freely, loving it,&lt;br /&gt;Because my friends and I, everyone&lt;br /&gt;are Arising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't believe Emerge is already over! It has been a truly awesome, power-packed three days filled with meaning and fun. Rev. Dr. Kong Hee was the main speaker. Pastor Kevin and Esther, were there too of course. Some celebs attended the event as well! =) Will list them off after this. Anyway, congrats to MINT for winning Best Cluster and Emerge! Go MINT! xD Lol. Can't believe that VU CONQUERED the Design and Media competitions. O.O And YES, I mean ALL OF THEM. Seriously! SMU did a pretty awesome job as well =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my shock when I learnt that Jay Chou, Jacelyn Tay and FIR were CHRISTIANS also. I was like "WHAT!? Are you kidding me?!" CHC is trying to get a hold of Jay Chou to come Emerge next year. And FIR also. If they come, I will honestly 99.9% fall off wherever I'm sitting in shock. Or something equally ridiculous. I think. Hahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance at Sunway Convention centre.. 3 days... 5 sessions.. I think all sessions got at least 2500 people O.O That's a lot of people I tell you! Yesterday's 6pm session, the last one, I reckon more than 3000 people O.O What else? Oh yeah! CHC released their FIRST MUSIC ALBUM. It's called "Unbeilivable". They have T-shirts with that word on it. And their T-Shirts.. really nice design. Material not bad also! =D I bought the CD. And the shirt. I listened to the CD at home. LOVE IT. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of celebs who I know attended. I didn't attend Friday's session as well as Sunday morning's so if I miss out a few, don't sue me. =D Some I forgot. &gt;.&lt; I did my best to learn their names though @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wan Chean (Astro Star 2008 Winner)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawn Lee (Malaysia's No.1 Beatboxer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amber Chia (Enough said)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei Chean (Taiwanese star. Is local)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hannah Tan (Enough said)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So.. yeah. That's whom I know who came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? Hmm.. Oh yeah, this guy, Richard Tan, was the Emerge's Got Talent winner. He won RM1000, RM500 Crocs voucher... annndd... What else? I forgot Oo But really awesome prizes! He ROCKED the house with the song "Born to be Wild". LITERALLY. Everyone were like suddenly honestly energetic. The atmosphere practically CHARGED with electricity. He's like, Malaysia's version of Adam Lambert, courtesy of CHCKL of course xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this competition where the champions would win a LAPTOP home. No, really! I'm NOT KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also an arm-wrestling competition. -amused- There were three categories. =D MINT won one of them. Oh yeah! MINT won the drama and POS competition as well! GO MINT! SMU, if I'm right, they took.... 2nd place for POS? Congrats to them as well! =D And there was also these group of people, called "Katoon Network" did an awesome dance performance. Very creative and amazing to watch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is a really long post. I THINK that's the end of it. Byebye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Love, love, love CHCKL. Can't wait for next year's Emerge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-8773215748461648024?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8773215748461648024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/11/emerge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8773215748461648024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8773215748461648024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/11/emerge.html' title='EMERGE'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Swo4A6yz2QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vUQOT6Xfgcw/s72-c/DSC08223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5535619558170183914</id><published>2009-11-01T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:08:31.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>A Toast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written by me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freedom is all and well,&lt;br /&gt;Life's good, hanging on,&lt;br /&gt;Better than that, lovin' life,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for these friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be spontaneous not strenuous,&lt;br /&gt;Chill out, take a break, have fun,&lt;br /&gt;After all, it won't do you any harm,&lt;br /&gt;So chill out and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good news. EXAMS ARE DEAD!! They died on the night before Halloween. Ooo, scary O.O lol! Anyways, I'm chilling out and having some fun. =D After all, exams are done! Cool, that rhymed. Erm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt; I'm so happy that exams are dead! Ka-put! Mati-ed! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose a toast to the death of exams! -raises cup of tea- lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toast- =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Su1PSq_0NmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8K6AbOPSVm0/s1600-h/leanne69.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Su1PSq_0NmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8K6AbOPSVm0/s320/leanne69.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399058710485284450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to also Xiao Fern for turning 17 =) Hehe.. Now she can get driver's license! Lol hahaha. xDD Hehe... OK that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Freedom!&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/4392269714274978649-5535619558170183914?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5535619558170183914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/11/toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5535619558170183914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5535619558170183914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/11/toast.html' title='A Toast!!'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Su1PSq_0NmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8K6AbOPSVm0/s72-c/leanne69.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5747406921137667645</id><published>2009-10-03T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:18:01.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='far yet so close'/><title type='text'>Anything and Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::Written by Me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking that there's everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need,&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside there's a void,&lt;br /&gt;Which you're now wishing to be filled,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exquisite would be the following,&lt;br /&gt;Love, joy, happiness, pleasure and delight,&lt;br /&gt;The most disliked would be others such as,&lt;br /&gt;Hate, betrayal, death and revulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for something,&lt;br /&gt;Something you may never get,&lt;br /&gt;So far yet so close,&lt;br /&gt;Making you wonder if there're miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Wondering, wishing, praying, hoping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you'll get it, for you so crave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a long time since I posted, isn't it? But anyway, Life's good so far. Really enjoyed the CG outing, dated onnnnn:: 25th October. Had loads of fun! xD Pics are on Vincent's facebook =) Exams -shudders- are coming. @.@ Finals too. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can see, the verse of today is about wishing for something that one craves, for example, me. I crave for something that's so close but yet so far. Wishing for it. Hoping for it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praying&lt;/span&gt; for it so there wouldn't be the emptiness that's been made. The emptiness inside, which some may don't even know it exists although it can be felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Wishing for something that's so far yet so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-5747406921137667645?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5747406921137667645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/10/anything-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5747406921137667645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5747406921137667645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/10/anything-and-everything.html' title='Anything and Everything'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-8028241489248175529</id><published>2009-09-04T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:27:51.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>A Touch of Truth about People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:: Written by me::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a girl, of great ideals,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to embrace freedom that prevailed,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to enjoy life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;With both friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;Yet to her, some friends were family,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough not related by blood,&lt;br /&gt;instead by friendship,&lt;br /&gt;To her it was complete serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many kinds of people out in the world. Selfish, ungrateful ones. Power-hungry, manipulative, charismatic ones. And some.... that you would want to be friends with for the rest of your life despite the difference in both personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.. You can't simply judge someone eventhough you've known them for so long. Cause maybe, just maybe there's still a part of that person you haven't seen because it has been hidden during the time you've known that person. You think you know the whole of that person when you know so much but yet so little. Sometimes this just applies to some people but you can't change that cuz' it's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone who are close to you will know the whole of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Wishing for something that may not be able to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-8028241489248175529?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8028241489248175529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/09/touch-of-truth-about-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8028241489248175529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8028241489248175529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/09/touch-of-truth-about-people.html' title='A Touch of Truth about People'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5061353954229296417</id><published>2009-08-14T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:57:51.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reluctant'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;~Written by Me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere, wonders are alive,&lt;br /&gt;Wonders only, and no despair,&lt;br /&gt;You can run freely through the fields,&lt;br /&gt;Humming some nice tunes,&lt;br /&gt;Yet a part of you, a very small part,&lt;br /&gt;Feels reluctant to part,&lt;br /&gt;From the things that you love,&lt;br /&gt;The things that you really need,&lt;br /&gt;But you know this ain't the end,&lt;br /&gt;And it won't yet be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know I haven't posted for a week plus. I'm posting to let u noe I ain't dead. But I was very busy. Oh, and I love cell group. I love church. Bah, scratch those comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 99.9% of my life right now. For the 0.1% which I don't really love...well, this verse will describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the fears you carry,&lt;br /&gt;The burdens you hold,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I want to ask of you,&lt;br /&gt;Can you let a little go?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna run free, like the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind and leaves falling from trees,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna regret later,&lt;br /&gt;When I could be doing it now,&lt;br /&gt;So yea, please at least try to let a little of me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyee!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4392269714274978649-5061353954229296417?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5061353954229296417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-dead-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5061353954229296417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5061353954229296417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-dead-p.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead =P'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-454538005632455467</id><published>2009-07-27T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:08:41.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go out on my own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family relationship'/><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why must they do this,&lt;br /&gt;I thought they trusted me,&lt;br /&gt;Seems I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Wrong about everythin'.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they would let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Let me handle it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;But no, they don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;They're scared, afraid for me,&lt;br /&gt;I understand, I appreciate it,&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try it out on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna step out into the world,&lt;br /&gt;But they don't wanna let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Why must they do this,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they understand,&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this for myself,&lt;br /&gt;Need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try, it's not like I want to be an adult, no,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna try, wanna know on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Now I just don't know,&lt;br /&gt;What to do,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' they've broken my trust and my respect for them,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trapped in another web,&lt;br /&gt;Falling deeper everytime I cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in nowhere, there's no sky,&lt;br /&gt;No friend, no light,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.&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/4392269714274978649-454538005632455467?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/454538005632455467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/454538005632455467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/454538005632455467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-4106520136264147294</id><published>2009-07-24T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:35:54.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old and new friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>I Know It's Just Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;br /&gt;-Written by Me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's going good,&lt;br /&gt;Managed to make a compromise,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of getting stuck,&lt;br /&gt;I actually had luck this time,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you this God of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have good friends,&lt;br /&gt;Both old and new,&lt;br /&gt;I thank my God that I have both,&lt;br /&gt;I like them all,&lt;br /&gt;But today I found out about one,&lt;br /&gt;Who has told me and my other friends lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel betrayed, cause it's happening again,&lt;br /&gt;Same thing, but this time it ain't family, but friend,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt to bring this up but I have to, for my own sake,&lt;br /&gt;So I can express myself and my pain,&lt;br /&gt;And wonder why is this happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me understands,&lt;br /&gt;That it's just part of life,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still feel hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But I know it'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;A part of me says "Nevermind"&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' I have friends who I can trust and confide in,&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it's just life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who lied is someone I'm referring to is from school. NOT my CHC or cell group friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, it's just life, so yeah... I'll get through it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Appreciating Life and Knowing its just a Neverending Cycle =D&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/4392269714274978649-4106520136264147294?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4106520136264147294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-its-just-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4106520136264147294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4106520136264147294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-its-just-life.html' title='I Know It&apos;s Just Life'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-3473344753525834609</id><published>2009-07-22T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:56:24.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rollercoaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>My View on Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Verse of the Day::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Written by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get true friends in only one lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' you have only one life,&lt;br /&gt;If you waste it then that's the end of it,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' you won't be able to come back after your time ends,&lt;br /&gt;Which is why you need to enjoy all of it,&lt;br /&gt;Every hour, every minute, every second,&lt;br /&gt;So that you won't regret it,&lt;br /&gt;Spending your life with your family, cared ones and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;The verse above there is true. You can't have another life. Yes, there's a possibility that you may reincarnate one day but you won't have the same friends or family and stuff. You will have a new life, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not the same friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, it's harsh, but it's flat-out reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's a great big rollercoaster,&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs, good and bad times occur,&lt;br /&gt;But your friends will be there,&lt;br /&gt;To help and support,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and cry,&lt;br /&gt;They'll be your pillars of light,&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the darkness away as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-True Friends are Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4392269714274978649-3473344753525834609?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3473344753525834609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-view-on-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3473344753525834609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3473344753525834609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-view-on-friends.html' title='My View on Friends'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-4667693417343988703</id><published>2009-07-21T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:40:52.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;VERSE OF THE DAY::&lt;br /&gt;.Written by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring, life today was so boring,&lt;br /&gt;All with friends, yet so boring,&lt;br /&gt;Till I wanted to sleep, and sleep,&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't cause I was such a good student,&lt;br /&gt;Which is so half-true and partly false,&lt;br /&gt;So don't kill me for this, no,&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me for being bored,&lt;br /&gt;Instead kill the source of it all,&lt;br /&gt;The source which evil name is BOREDOM,&lt;br /&gt;Used in sentences such as "This is so boring!!!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so boring. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told my friend on Facebook, I was so bored in school till wanted to sleep. @@ Gah. Honest!!! And was also really bored till I played poker. On Facebook. n.n I am/was THAT BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Facebook status:&lt;/span&gt; Michelle Lim is bored and feels a bit evil and mischievous. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, was THAT bored @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, all the verses and stuff which are like songs/poetry/songs+poetry ARE WRITTEN BY ME!!!!!!! So, NO STEALING or I'll hunt you down! You have been warned. Hehe.. If u want to show it to someone, PLEASE GIVE CREDITS TO ME =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or request one. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick -&gt; Stray Cat&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles -&gt; Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I wrote that. Must be because I just went facebook to see what they commented about the pics I tagged them in. Ha. Go see if u're curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least choralspeaking competition's acoming.... Sadly along with exams and stuff. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! T.T I feel so sad. Summore have geo kerja khursus. . . . . . . . . . . . .  Haihzz.. What to do?? Oh well, thats the end of this extremely boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes to Adele's profile for Subzone piccys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!!~~ -waves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a boring day today was. @@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-4667693417343988703?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4667693417343988703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4667693417343988703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Here it comes once again,&lt;br /&gt;Coming to overwhelm my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My mind, my soul, my entire being,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need support, I need help,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't want to trouble them with these problems of mine,&lt;br /&gt;One would wonder why, even though I'm lost, almost helpless,&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, for as I don't want them to worry nor fear for me,&lt;br /&gt;This is my battle, and not theirs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a part of me hopes that they will come and help,&lt;br /&gt;But my rational and too-good side refuses to do so,&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, wandering in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Alone, desolate, and lost,&lt;br /&gt;As my mind is cast into the abyss of confusion and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, I have good things as well,&lt;br /&gt;Won a trophy today, for a spelling competition,&lt;br /&gt;All the while I acted surprised cause I honestly had forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mind is and was that tormented with that much thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after another, thoughts come and flee,&lt;br /&gt;And so does emotions ranging from frustration to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;After all this I'm still not free,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving myself frustrated and almost helpless,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I know I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a perfectly good life,&lt;br /&gt;This seems excellent on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;But deep down, is the REAL me, partly hiding,&lt;br /&gt;And also partly shown,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, as always, when would I be able to show them all&lt;br /&gt;the whole of me,&lt;br /&gt;The person I am and always will be,&lt;br /&gt;although there might be changes in the times ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Again, as I said, I hope that one day, I will be able to show them,&lt;br /&gt;Show them all, the true, real and genuine ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-495522277311789525?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/495522277311789525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/495522277311789525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/495522277311789525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-760033631765745516</id><published>2009-07-19T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:59:54.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood for morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's full of ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I drown in confusion,&lt;br /&gt;It's not letting me go nor run,&lt;br /&gt;Can't hide cuz' its just pointless to,&lt;br /&gt;Feel as if going into depression,&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I went into that place&lt;br /&gt;I stood still, entranced by&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of time and serenity,&lt;br /&gt;Yet strings of emotions tug at my heart,&lt;br /&gt;still not letting me hide or go,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me, pulling me along,&lt;br /&gt;Should I escape or follow?&lt;br /&gt;That I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know, no,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood After that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally made a decision,&lt;br /&gt;After thinkin' of the pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;including the consequences,&lt;br /&gt;Both had benefits and no benefits,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I followed my heart and mind and decided,&lt;br /&gt;And I still wonder if it's the right one,&lt;br /&gt;Longing's tempting me, enchanting me again,&lt;br /&gt;Trapping me into its web,&lt;br /&gt;Luring me to its lair,&lt;br /&gt;But I will try, try to run, try to escape, try to hide,&lt;br /&gt;This I promise myself,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I go and come again,&lt;br /&gt;Go and come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood for Afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still wonder, confusion's trapping me again,&lt;br /&gt;Now I am already deep inside its lair,&lt;br /&gt;Although I already decided, yet here I am again,&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't gonna let me go ever, but I try,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I can't run, can't hide,&lt;br /&gt;Anger comes again, of frustration this time,&lt;br /&gt;I restrain myself, not letting it run free,&lt;br /&gt;Not letting it hurt them again,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I wonder if its the right thing,&lt;br /&gt;To do all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood for Evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel as if I'm nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;In the abyss of nothingness,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' there's just me, myself and I,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;Anger comes and go,&lt;br /&gt;Confusion traps me, lurking,&lt;br /&gt;Desperation's in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Shadows coming after me,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling, wanting to embrace me,&lt;br /&gt;But I resist, restrained that part of me&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted the shadows to come,&lt;br /&gt;To engulf me, to embrace the abyss,&lt;br /&gt;But still I resist that pull, that tugging,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will have strength to continue&lt;br /&gt;this struggle of mine, this struggle which&lt;br /&gt;no one sees, hear or know of,&lt;br /&gt;I hope to accomplish this so.&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/4392269714274978649-760033631765745516?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/760033631765745516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/760033631765745516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/760033631765745516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-3673155422437290980</id><published>2009-07-19T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:41:55.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crashed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Just About Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood for morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's givin me what I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my life cuz everything's so good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling like I'm soaring across the skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not crashin', not burnin' like the ashes of death,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the other side of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood for 12noon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashed into a wall, falling down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep into the darkness, the abyss of depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna run, wanna hide but there's nowhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz I'm already down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear and pain already in my possession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood for 3-6pm:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running free and rampant like heaven's air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stoppin' for a moment, time's frozen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frozen by the icy chills and staglamites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embracin' me and my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there I go free again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to hesitate all for nothin',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudden nervousness comes and gets me stuck,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if I had just run out of luck,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me going deeper into the lion's lair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There and back again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am again, happy and free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I go again into the lion's lair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There and back again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There and back again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood for evening:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel as if walls are surrounding me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closing me, engulfing me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No means of escape, no runnin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hiding, cuz its the middle of nowhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to forget it all, get through the evening,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its still there, inside me, deep within,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensually, slyly, luring me back to its lair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrapping me in its web,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poisoning me as each part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly goes back to the lair of its webs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel as if I'm alone in this world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one with me, no friend nor foe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No family, no stress, no one pushin' me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if I'm the only person,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within its invisible web,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trappin' me, yet at times let me run free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I run, I try to hide, but it's all pointless,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All for nothin' cuz there's nothin',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in the middle of nowhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone and desolate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desires of the heart and mind still there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I feel I can't fufill them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz' I'm afraid, I don't dare,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I change, do I dare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ask myself this again and again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet the web continues to spin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I keep fallin' and climbin'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-3673155422437290980?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3673155422437290980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3673155422437290980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3673155422437290980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-about.html' title='Just About Saturday'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-3421492713304323158</id><published>2009-07-18T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:33:25.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subzone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Subzone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY::&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SmCoIxNwY_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/nfDahn-VQ34/s1600-h/quote19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SmCoIxNwY_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/nfDahn-VQ34/s320/quote19.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359468425174344690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeee....... Today was just. so. fun!!!!! I mean, Subzone anyway. Suffered in PJ.. Had to do this Segak thingy.... Gahhh.... Must cont nxt week. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about Subzone. Its like when a few cell groups come one place and theres one leader. So it was really fun~~~~ Loved it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, poor Mark, kena so many times. Had to makan and makan. Ahahahahahaha! =P xP Hehehee... Today was 4 of the members' b'day. One or two of them's was tomorrow but celebrate today, heehee. But yeah, really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the dances. Damn funnyyy!! Rofl weii... Chronicles was gooooood at the keyboard. Can sing summore o.o Ha, poor Vincent, had to dance. With Adrian and Kah Jun summore. Ahahahahahahah!!! Got others also... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the games were fun. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL BLACK BALLL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink so much water! Oh well!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 30 seconds of Fame. OMG i cant believe I went and played the keyboard o.o Miracle happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheeee... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihhhhhhhhhhhhh....... Tomorrow Leo I.U... But also got church+possible dinner!! AIHHHH!!!!! What to doo!?!?!?!!? @@ Eek... So confuseed T.T Haihzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I.U gt nothing much I shall go church =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, bye for now~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Destiny is a wonderful thing at times. I love my life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;END:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SmCrEgymi2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/aG7MEaL_jIw/s1600-h/MJZ2238.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SmCrEgymi2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/aG7MEaL_jIw/s320/MJZ2238.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359471650580892514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-3421492713304323158?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3421492713304323158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/subzone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3421492713304323158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3421492713304323158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/subzone.html' title='Subzone'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SmCoIxNwY_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/nfDahn-VQ34/s72-c/quote19.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-3732186365800688003</id><published>2009-07-05T01:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:33:59.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>-Friends-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-Swc-zSYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G3Aks_KSYko/s1600-h/mqfriendsareneverfar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-Swc-zSYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G3Aks_KSYko/s320/mqfriendsareneverfar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659843077785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-SfEwKHYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MwWGISzlqZw/s1600-h/mqurmyfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-SfEwKHYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MwWGISzlqZw/s320/mqurmyfriend.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659544516140418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-S8Ju-ESI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BjI24jtYhdg/s1600-h/mqyourfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-S8Ju-ESI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BjI24jtYhdg/s320/mqyourfriend.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354660044069540130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-TCq6DBuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yY4xJ0NL1Tc/s1600-h/true-friend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-TCq6DBuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yY4xJ0NL1Tc/s320/true-friend.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354660156053587682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-SjZd5ljI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3wuDFNUN79I/s1600-h/BCtruefriend717.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-SjZd5ljI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3wuDFNUN79I/s320/BCtruefriend717.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659618796181042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank my God that I have friends and that I have met new ones. I'm grateful and appreciate their humour, friendliness and understanding. Thanks for being my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-3732186365800688003?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3732186365800688003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3732186365800688003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3732186365800688003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='-Friends-'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sk-Swc-zSYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G3Aks_KSYko/s72-c/mqfriendsareneverfar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-6227092561027199759</id><published>2009-07-01T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:34:32.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom of the opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dropping by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dropping By, AND DON'T FORGET THE PHANTOM!</title><content type='html'>Hah. Title got your attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like today's title says~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just dropping by for a while, yes, I know, I didn't post for two weeks. So no need to berate or lecture me about blogging. Try lecturing me the next thing you know I'll be ignoring you and getting your temper up. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Skt41Vqke2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/c7yZtq0JNHM/s1600-h/pyzammuawhaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Skt41Vqke2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/c7yZtq0JNHM/s320/pyzammuawhaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353505439804062562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that was uncalled for as well =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day when all Form 2 classes had to perform their version of the Phantom of the Opera~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun.&lt;br /&gt;Bland.&lt;br /&gt;And happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first group.. Um.. who was the first group...? I forgot. Erm, anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd group was my friend Nitya's group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not bad at all~~ She was playing Madame Giry, same character as me! @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd group - Ding's group! Ding's a choralspeaker by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were AWESOME. Sharmaine rocked with her La Carlotta role! Ha, great job Shar! Jinxian did a pretty good job with her role as Christine Daae as well. Nice one, Jinxian. Ding was really convincing as Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny, fantastic by the way, loved the swordfighting scene with Zarif. Made me wish I brought my handphone. Shh, don't tell Rajinder or Saiful or Rohaya! -looks around hurriedly- Anyway, Zarif did a really nice job with his role as Erik, the Phantom of the Opera as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me! The music! Made me laugh pretty hard at the Pink Panther theme song where the Persian(who was the Persian again? Nvm) and Ding as Raoul 'went down through the secret passages and stairs'. And Shar, great job on the "Think of Me" song. OH! And the swordfighting scene. OK, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; rocked. I was like "Whoa, they're really good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think their group was really the best, although I can't say for definite yet cause there're.... (counts: 10,11,12,13...) 4 more groups tomorrow, so yeah. But so far they're the most awesome group ever!!!!! I really wouldn't be surprised if they won at all. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fast forward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group. Ack, group 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we sucked, but others say we weren't that bad. We were, erm, good. According to them anyway. But it was so messed up!!!!! =X -refuses to explain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the role of Madame Giry and the Doctor. For the Madame Giry part, I wore a pale peach shirt with a design on it and a black skirt with red designs. For Doctor, I wore the PBSM shirt and skirt. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genia....hahahahahaa. She had the part of Raoul and La Carlotta. Made me laugh. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kek, who was playing the role of Erik, since we had no mask, we painted his face white.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jc's group, ok, not that bad. Really. Jc...looked like a gangster with the hoodie @@ I was like, O.O, what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nice job with the Monsieur Armand~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I talked with the almighty UDR who said tomorrow start practise after Form 2 recess. Joy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much wrapped up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sometimes you just have to believe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Maybe, just maybe, it'll come...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-6227092561027199759?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/6227092561027199759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/dropping-by-and-dont-forget-phantom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6227092561027199759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6227092561027199759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/07/dropping-by-and-dont-forget-phantom.html' title='Dropping By, AND DON&apos;T FORGET THE PHANTOM!'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Skt41Vqke2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/c7yZtq0JNHM/s72-c/pyzammuawhaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-2042426175928436286</id><published>2009-06-20T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:34:50.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choralspeaking 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subang parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old friend'/><title type='text'>Subang Parade.. And a visit from an old friend.</title><content type='html'>Well, its Saturday, 20th June 2009 here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz1jtjch5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tWJjsEXdBpM/s1600-h/DSC08070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz1jtjch5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tWJjsEXdBpM/s320/DSC08070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349420451281799058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the day of the Showcase Talent Show in Subang Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ppl didnt come school o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who couldn't come were (if i'm not mistaken):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-Lynn&lt;br /&gt;Fadly&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;Genia&lt;br /&gt;Inaas&lt;br /&gt;Atisya&lt;br /&gt;Iman&lt;br /&gt;Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(And a few more too. I can't remember @@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school at 11.15, reached there 11.20am. And I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wtf"&lt;/span&gt; cause I was so early and I couldn't see any others other then Ding, Aqeelah and Esther. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to kill J-wen cause she said she was gonna come early, which was one of the reasons I went early. @@ So imagine my reaction when she came at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.35+ &lt;/span&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elaine soon after that o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the time&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the rest came it was like 11.45am. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and... -snickers- Jc..... he....well, I won't mention it here eventhough it WAS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz8Lf3LcjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/E_eayyz5MVQ/s1600-h/haha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz8Lf3LcjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/E_eayyz5MVQ/s320/haha.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349427731871003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah blah, we went Subang Parade, reached there like 12.30pm. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the registration time was 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rushed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like Pn.Rajinder and Encik Saiful rushed us o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched the performances after hanging around until 1.30pm like that, well, me and my 2 frens wandered around til 1.30pm.... I checked my watch, told them, and we ran half the way back to the Big Apple shop there. Well, near there anyway (After all, the stage can't be in Big Apple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a large Mc'Donald fries. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our conductress wasn't even there even when it was 2.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even like 20mins before we panicked like crap cause our conductress was SOOOOOOOOOO LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So UDR talked to one of the judges ( i think ) and we were supposed to go 3rd but we were switched to LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were so damn relieved cuz' we wouldn't die. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whaddaya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last year's cser who moved to KL came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz9D04xMZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WCRNzIURZNo/s1600-h/Funky%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz9D04xMZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WCRNzIURZNo/s320/Funky%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349428699587490194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, its him. Andrew aka Drewand. I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wtf"&lt;/span&gt;, surprised and happy to see him there. He like appeared out of nowhere oh-so-casually drinking his Mc Donald's drink o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with him for a bit, and poor juniors, they didn't know who he was and why we recognized and knew him and were happy to see him and stuff. Talk about "huh?" much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told the closest junior next to me (Pui Ling) that it was Andrew, last year's choralspeaker. I don't think I'll ever forget this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom, can I play badminton with Rose?&lt;br /&gt;No, you have to do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;After homework, can I play playstation?&lt;br /&gt;No, you have tuition class.&lt;br /&gt;And after tuition class, you have swimming practice.&lt;br /&gt;And after swimming laps, after laps, after laps, after laps,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;What more can you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was from last year's script, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Children of Today, Leaders of Tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this performance consisting of 4 guys and i think 5 or 6 gals, so amusing and damn nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this musical+drama thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so damn awesomeeeee!!!~~~ So sad I didn't video it. Haihzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we were so damn nervous. So I chatted with some people for a while, telling them to just chill when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was nervous as well! Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performance. There were the usual "Eh you know my hands were freezing you know!", "Crap man I was so nervous!" and stuff. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt; Next time must ask teacher to extend our time so we can eat pizza hut~~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Today was Awesome~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-2042426175928436286?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2042426175928436286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/subang-parade-and-visit-from-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2042426175928436286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2042426175928436286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/subang-parade-and-visit-from-old-friend.html' title='Subang Parade.. And a visit from an old friend.'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sjz1jtjch5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tWJjsEXdBpM/s72-c/DSC08070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-5175721619650577255</id><published>2009-06-15T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:35:10.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Busy here busy there @@</title><content type='html'>Busy here,&lt;br /&gt;Busy there,&lt;br /&gt;Is so right n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cuz 2day lotsa things happened o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the beloved UDT (Undisciplined. Discipline. Teacher. xP) of my school said that choralspeaking starting again this week. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got my Math mid-year paper. Got an 84, an A. Yay too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got my English mid-year paper. Got a 90, an A. THANK U TEACHER U IS AWESOME!!!! I still can't believe I wrote 510 words for my essay. And the limit was OVER 180 words which inordinately meant I wrote 330 words over ROFL. HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in Form 2. Go figure. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, after I got my Eng. paper, my english teacher say my language very good, then mentioned about an essay-writing competition. I froze up and I was like wtf?/uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I walk back to my seat, wondering if I just imagined it @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choralspeaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UDT said at 4.30(after form 2 recess) in foyer c. Fine. So I went there with my friends n stuff. Blah blah blah, practise, blah, then, SHOCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;Perform.&lt;br /&gt;At.&lt;br /&gt;Subang.&lt;br /&gt;Parade.&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a talent show thingy. We were like WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all calmed down she and this other teacher, I think the Penolong Kanan, explain to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that during that Hari Anugerah we impressed one of the almighty special guests quite a lot o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she SPECIFICALLY, YES, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIFICALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked for us to perform at Subang Parade talent show thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that we were also chosen to participate in the Subang Parade Secondary School CHORALSPEAKING Competition as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That meant 2 items on our choralspeaking agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I also have an upcoming practical piano exam as well, for my ABRSM grade 6 so i can go to practical grade 7. Poor me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to be thankful or not that the Choralspeaking Competition for Subang Parade is on July 9th n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy is so-o right~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, see ya ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Busy busy busy gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-5175721619650577255?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/5175721619650577255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-here-busy-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5175721619650577255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/5175721619650577255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-here-busy-there.html' title='Busy here busy there @@'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-4464264288917418726</id><published>2009-06-12T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:35:26.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lectures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handphone'/><title type='text'>Annoying Lectures and Missing Handphone</title><content type='html'>Meh, so my mom's nagging me to do my math tuition homework, and my handphone went missing for 5 hrs straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps nagging me and I'm like "ARGH!!! MOM! I WILL DO IT OK! DONT U TRUST ME!?!??!!!?!?" in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN she lectures me about studies and exams and I felt like killing someone. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't she STOP nagging me for like ONE measly day!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness' sake, its not like its gonna be the end of the frigging world!!! -frustration-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel like killing someone, breaking something and throwing a tantrum &gt;.&lt;!--!!!!!!&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that my handphone went missing for 5 hrs straight. Goddamnit! CURSE U DAMN SOFAS! -scowls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to go do my work at 8.30pm or so before my mom LECTURES me again. FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP LECTURING ME! I AM NOT A KID ANYMORE GODDAMNIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUS FRUS AND FRUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna vent my frustration and anger after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SCREW LECTURES. LECTURES SHOULD NOT EXIST. LECTURES SHOULD GO TO HELL. NAGGING TOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-4464264288917418726?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4464264288917418726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoying-lectures-and-missing-handphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4464264288917418726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4464264288917418726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/annoying-lectures-and-missing-handphone.html' title='Annoying Lectures and Missing Handphone'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-3282958415458533138</id><published>2009-06-10T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:36:09.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>Another day in my Life.</title><content type='html'>So, today got my aco to lvl40 and app to lvl 22. Yayness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so boreeeedddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, need 2 do h/w T.T I feel so sad @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BOREEEEEEEEED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's coming soon T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate sch. But love(&lt;3) style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its never simple never easy&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true. n.n""....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom nagging me to do math h/w. &gt;.&lt; so annoying!!!! But so bored. Hm, maybe will spend 30mins on it... n.n Oh well, seeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a Typical Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-3282958415458533138?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3282958415458533138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3282958415458533138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3282958415458533138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-in-my-life.html' title='Another day in my Life.'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-3331635444431774261</id><published>2009-06-06T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:36:47.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solstice'/><title type='text'>Back In Solstice!</title><content type='html'>So, my bro reformatted the comp yesterday, and at 12.20am, I downloaded back Secret of the Solstice! I so missed my friends there! It finished d/led, and I installed it in the afternoon since my Singapore cousins came and stuff. So I was waiting impatiently all afternoon until NOW, I tested it, and holy frigging crap. Outspark u rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause!!! All my friends were still on my list and so were my characters!&lt;br /&gt;And my guild survived!&lt;br /&gt;And 2day I find out that Aerorn's back.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;@@ nvm u dunno who i'm talking about so nvm =D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I got back to Solstice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I added 4 of my closest Solstice friends on my MSN, and three of them were online. So I chatted with them, asking if they still played Solstice. And 2 of them said yes. So I said that I might join again, cause, really, I was soooo bored and sick of surfing the Net every damn day and stuff so I joined back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Outspark added a new server called Marian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 1.5million still with my lvl 39 acolyte! -squeals happily-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, I'm back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now, I shall go off to play Dynasty Warriors 6 on my PS2. (I got that game yesterday along with 2 more at Summit) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy, happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Solstice, I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-3331635444431774261?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/3331635444431774261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-solstice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3331635444431774261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/3331635444431774261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-solstice.html' title='Back In Solstice!'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-380113254543343061</id><published>2009-06-05T15:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:37:00.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and love'/><title type='text'>LIFE &amp; A Dash of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGfzMguGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LwOHeWzZSf0/s1600-h/Once+In+A+While....gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGfzMguGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LwOHeWzZSf0/s320/Once+In+A+While....gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343739207496022114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGn27jhTI/AAAAAAAAADY/jzDJ1YyhiFU/s1600-h/ab_life20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGn27jhTI/AAAAAAAAADY/jzDJ1YyhiFU/s320/ab_life20.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343739345937597746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what gals n guys feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGvkVjqPI/AAAAAAAAADg/b9mr3FVi_sI/s1600-h/leanne183.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGvkVjqPI/AAAAAAAAADg/b9mr3FVi_sI/s320/leanne183.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343739478385338610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, theres hope. Believe it. Why? Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijHFvACHtI/AAAAAAAAADo/gmHXUvQu0vI/s1600-h/ab_someone43.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijHFvACHtI/AAAAAAAAADo/gmHXUvQu0vI/s320/ab_someone43.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343739859204972242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IF you have found LOVE, then say this to your loved one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijIA5SN9WI/AAAAAAAAADw/2P5xoMXOt4w/s1600-h/ilyalways.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijIA5SN9WI/AAAAAAAAADw/2P5xoMXOt4w/s320/ilyalways.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343740875577881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause LIFE's too short. You only have one lifetime.  See ya around.&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/4392269714274978649-380113254543343061?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/380113254543343061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-dash-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/380113254543343061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/380113254543343061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-dash-of-love.html' title='LIFE &amp; A Dash of Love'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SijGfzMguGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LwOHeWzZSf0/s72-c/Once+In+A+While....gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-8366107108179336262</id><published>2009-06-03T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:37:33.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants vs zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe'/><title type='text'>Just Came Back</title><content type='html'>Hey. Yesterday I just came bak frm Phuket, Thailand. It was so fun!!! xD xD Seriously! Was so cool. Went snorkelling, swimming and walked by the beach. So relaxing u noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was..fantastic! Their food were pretty good, well, at the restaurants my family and I went anyway xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the flight back was OK. So now I'm back home in M'sia, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boreeeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be obsessed with the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt; by Taylor Swift lately. It's so awesome xD You can listen to it on my playlist i just added to my blog -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, now I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged some of my Facebook friends in photos, hah, their comments were amusing ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Civilization IV. So awesome. Love that game. It covers 6000 years of history! Amazing, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plants vs Zombies&lt;/span&gt; is interesting but I'm sorta stuck right now at the adventure stage 5-9. So hard!!!! Gah!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-8366107108179336262?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/8366107108179336262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-came-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8366107108179336262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/8366107108179336262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-came-back.html' title='Just Came Back'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-6680030677049946667</id><published>2009-06-02T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:38:00.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>Just came back from THAILAND</title><content type='html'>Yep, you read right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;Came.&lt;br /&gt;Back.&lt;br /&gt;From.&lt;br /&gt;Thailand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooooooooooooooooooo fuuuuuuuuun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in Phuket xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-6680030677049946667?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/6680030677049946667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-came-back-from-thailand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6680030677049946667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6680030677049946667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-came-back-from-thailand.html' title='Just came back from THAILAND'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-2223954831535032368</id><published>2009-05-29T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:37:48.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hari Guru.... And....</title><content type='html'>OK, so today was SMK USJ4's Hari Guru eventhough the original date is actually 16th May but cause of stupid exams celebrated late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2day was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn.Zaihanim won the round of Musical Chairs. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers won the game of.... er, dunno what game is that, ball with the students. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn.Kartini, on the other hand, sang with a student. Roxxx!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gal sang "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;" by Taylor Swift. OMG her voice so nice!!!!!!! Awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same gal sang with her friend "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Not&lt;/span&gt;" by Hilary Duff. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this girl, omg wei, she played an instrument, sorta like violin, SO CHUN! Her fingers like everywhere O.O SOOOO COOOOOLLL!!! She's in the World Championing of Performing Arts thingy. Chunted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these 3 ppl, performed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt; by Jason Mraz and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/span&gt; before the event ended. Rox!@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going Phuket Island, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting in a while, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xLife.of.a.Girlx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-2223954831535032368?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2223954831535032368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/hari-guru-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2223954831535032368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2223954831535032368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/hari-guru-and.html' title='Hari Guru.... And....'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-6585679861499101755</id><published>2009-05-28T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:38:21.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>28th May 2009</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG EXAMS ARE DEAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEEDOM AT LAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i haven't entered a new post for 6 days or whatever but come on! I was being put through endless hours of torture during the stupid @!^#&amp;amp;%#@! exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me! Blame the frigging creator of exams. &gt;.&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Blossoms: Discoveries chapter 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN U WRITER'S BLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm gonna do for chap 3 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Me Be&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suteki da Ne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAPFACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, er, just in case u didn't know, here are the links for the authors, which is ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1266562/Destiny921&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1706742/Aeir-Ravenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to the stories are down there but just in case u're lazy here are the links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4471602/1/Love_Blossoms_Discoveries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is currently the most popular with 82 reviews for seven chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4527608/1/Let_Me_Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 13 reviews for two chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4576772/1/Suteki_da_Ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 10 reviews for two chapters. And having a beta helps. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4637123/1/Ten_Ways_to_Torture_Someone_You_Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 9 reviews for four chapters. (NOT MY FAULT. Its harder to get reviews with YYH fics!) But I still enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legacy of Magic&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be rewritten under the title &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beginning: A New Era&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if u want a poem just msg me the details n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yaaa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Friend/Choralspeaker who is a writer. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-6585679861499101755?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/6585679861499101755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/28th-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6585679861499101755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6585679861499101755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/28th-may-2009.html' title='28th May 2009'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-822199765376182577</id><published>2009-05-22T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:49:39.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choralspeakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 choralspeaking'/><title type='text'>22nd May 2009 and 2nd part of 2008 Choral competition</title><content type='html'>First,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd May 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like they were created to put us students through hours and days of excruciating thinking torture. Study study study then BOOM! Brain information overload and the info can't go inside your brain. And then you're like, "OH SHIT!!!" or "F***!" or "SCREW YOU EXAMS!!!" and stuff when you're actually DOING the frigging exams. And BAM! Panic slams into you, shattering your concentration and frying your nerves, converting them to pure electricity, frying them into fried or scrambled eggs. (What joy - sarcasm-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah was frigging hard. There i was, sitting on my chair, hands and arms on the desk, glaring at the innocent scrap of paper which had all difficult questions (to me anyway) trying to will it away so I won't have to answer. If i had a knife, i would have stabbed it. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM was...OK.. But at certain parts I went like "SCREW YOU PEOPLE WHO SET THE QUESTIONS!?" or "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP?!". Gah, honestly, who needs exams when you can have quizzes instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, quizzes won't fry your brain into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto a nice and more enjoyable topic than the so-called 'innocence'* of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVILNESS/DARKNESS/TORTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHORALSPEAKING 2008 part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sha8w-1wiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Im3EShq5hHg/s1600-h/Choralspeakers+2008%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sha8w-1wiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Im3EShq5hHg/s320/Choralspeakers+2008%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661957982521682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken at SMK Seafield, my bro's school. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we were soooo happy when we got second place!! My bro was involved that year too, by the way, but now he can't cause he's form 5. Sad. Er, anyway, after we took pictures and photos and stuff we went back to the bus and back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we were all so darn happy and active, we decided to play a joke on our dear, er, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coaches&lt;/span&gt;, you might say, by the names of Danielle and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We faked unhappiness, saying we got bottom second place. Actually, what we said was 'second to the last', and lo and behold, Michelle bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically burst into laughter and started screaming in happiness, AGAIN, while some of us said "No lah! We got 2nd place!" and then she was like shocked 4 a bit before recovering n stuff u noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fast forward, we went home. The end of a fantastic day, yet also riddled with nerves during the competition. More to come xP see yaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Writer at Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-822199765376182577?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/822199765376182577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/22nd-may-2009-and-2nd-part-of-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/822199765376182577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/822199765376182577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/22nd-may-2009-and-2nd-part-of-2008.html' title='22nd May 2009 and 2nd part of 2008 Choral competition'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sha8w-1wiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Im3EShq5hHg/s72-c/Choralspeakers+2008%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-4286490332491926732</id><published>2009-05-18T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:52:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MjY1ODI5ODY1MSZwdD*xMjQyNjU4MzI*MjcxJnA9NTMxNTEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWEzMjFiMzI5YTgzZDRhOTNiMzc1YjExYTQ1NjYwMDhi.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xatech.com/web_gear/chat/chat.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="420" name="chat" FlashVars="id=59798414" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://xat.com/update_flash.shtml" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://xat.com/web_gear/?cb"&gt;Get your own Chat Box!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://xat.com/web_gear/chat/go_large.php?id=59798414"&gt;Go Large!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-4286490332491926732?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/4286490332491926732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-your-own-chat-box-go-large.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4286490332491926732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/4286490332491926732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-your-own-chat-box-go-large.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-1212291999743972719</id><published>2009-05-15T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:50:01.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choralspeaking 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zon mpsj'/><title type='text'>Choralspeaking Zon MPSJ 2008!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sg2GOdLp-mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bsLSGGUBwXI/s1600-h/SMK+USJ+4+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sg2GOdLp-mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bsLSGGUBwXI/s320/SMK+USJ+4+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336068716413712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yes! 2008 Choralspeaking/Choralspeakerz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was totally awesome eventhough we had to SUFFER through torturous, but awesome hours of practice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our script was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Children of Today, Leaders of Tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt; So last year, we got 2nd place for zon and 3rd for daerah! I mean, it was so freakishly cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time before we performed for the Zon MPSJ Competition in SMK Subang Utama if I'm not mistaken, all of us were sooooooooo nervous! Well, some of us anyway...unlike some people... So there we were, sitting there, chatting chatting and chatting away, some listening to music and stuff while some go do who knows what lah. Oh, and Pn Rajinder, En.Saiful and Pn Ginny were there with us. We took a bus there. Weeeeeeee!!! In the bus we talk talk talk and do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools before us performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although when other schools performed, MOST of us stopped what the hell we had been doing and watched the performances, unlike CERTAIN people -coughahemcough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some even brought candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm not mistaken food as well o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff like MP3s, MP4s, PSPs....etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was our turn. I think we were to go fourth or fifth n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right before we started, we all were damn nervous. You know, the usual hand sweating, freaking out, nervous chatting and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before we knew it, 3, 2, 1, it was our turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin, our dear conductress went to take her position, and did the hand motions for us to go to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah, and then soon we were on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the third line, on the poor bench... ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was panicking inside although I doubt that people noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we finished eight minutes or so later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went down to our place and sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited for the performances to finish after watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chilled out for a while, talking about our nervousness and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the judges said we could take around 30min break. A few of us stayed in the dewan though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so 97% of us walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went toilet and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went back in as 'resting' time was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dun dun dun dun, was the time for the judges to announce their decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started from 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, I dunno what school and dont really care. By this time, we were sweating and freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, we were like 'OMG OMG OMG OMG PLEASE LET US PLACE HERE OR 1ST!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they announced the title of the script &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Children of Today, Leaders of Tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pin falling onto the floor could have been heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete, total and utter Pandemonium, Chaos, havoc, you name it, occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We screamed and shouted like mad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We high-fived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We high-fived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we made some ppl deaf o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Narrator: They are perfectly innocent. They did not mean to make any1 deaf so please accept their sincere apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And thats the end of the info about the 1st competition. More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-1212291999743972719?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/1212291999743972719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/choralspeaking-zon-mpsj-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/1212291999743972719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/1212291999743972719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/05/choralspeaking-zon-mpsj-2008.html' title='Choralspeaking Zon MPSJ 2008!!'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/Sg2GOdLp-mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bsLSGGUBwXI/s72-c/SMK+USJ+4+%2814%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-2795049660387733091</id><published>2009-04-30T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:50:24.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pembarisan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>30th April 2009</title><content type='html'>Today was an OK day. Started off nicely with an 'A' in a drama presentation (The Bank) in tuition during morning. It was so damn funny! Everyone was laughing and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was...BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn boring like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers dunno go do whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from 5 sumthing til 6.45pm got pembarisan practice. Thank god i didn't join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When come back, bla bla bla, and got lectured by mom by being 'childish', according to her. MY FOOT lah! I wasn't the person who go disturb a person just to lecture that person! STUPID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love my mom but sometimes SHE IS THE CHILDISH ONE. GAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have common sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayz, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-One Who Hates Lectures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-2795049660387733091?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2795049660387733091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/30th-april-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2795049660387733091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2795049660387733091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/30th-april-2009.html' title='30th April 2009'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-6138283083729038809</id><published>2009-04-29T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:50:48.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom of the opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><title type='text'>29th April 2009</title><content type='html'>Weeee~~ So... now, i'm seriously BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried downloading the Phantom of the Opera soundtracks, but I don't want the stupid dialogue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid download....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ciao cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392269714274978649-6138283083729038809?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/6138283083729038809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/29th-april-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6138283083729038809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/6138283083729038809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/29th-april-2009.html' title='29th April 2009'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392269714274978649.post-2098945353473179728</id><published>2009-04-28T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:51:28.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>28th April 2009</title><content type='html'>OK, Life officially SUX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid eldest bro got kicked out of home cause he steals and he's a frigging bitchy jerk-face. Well, who cares. SCREW HIM. He can go rot in hell for all I freaking care, which is what I'm thinking now. But whatever, I'm so damn happy that he's outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got braces on Sunday, which makes it freaking difficult for me to pronounce the following letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know? This STINKS! ARGH!!! It's a miracle my hair's not grey...or white...or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a single idea on what to write for the next chapter for all my fanfiction stories on fanfiction.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!! COME ON IMAGINATION! GIVE ME AN IDEA! SAVE ME FROM WRITER'S BLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling with my stories for quite some time...which, ultimately, SUX, cause writer's block is every writer's nightmare, no wait, MONSTER, no wait, the ULTIMATE ANNOYANCE OF THEM ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frus, frus and more frus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, Life is still OK/good in some ways....~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie 'Phantom of the Opera' today in class... with another class, which has my friends in it. THANK YOU ALMIGHTY ENGLISH TEACHER OF 2A! You is awesomeeeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the movie...although haven't finish it yet. Gonna continue it tomorrow. Hah! Bye bye first and second period's worth of utter torturing studies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with my sis now, bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Loving and hating life.&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/4392269714274978649-2098945353473179728?l=life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/feeds/2098945353473179728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/28th-april-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2098945353473179728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4392269714274978649/posts/default/2098945353473179728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-of-a-girlx.blogspot.com/2009/04/28th-april-2009.html' title='28th April 2009'/><author><name>Michelle Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13766401088930657993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Jarmv76dpY/SgrfvusvlyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1OIf-IX6cD0/S220/10151215449373s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
