<?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-2233831119440677014</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:37:49.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>michi's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3073714243064242688</id><published>2010-01-18T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:19:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while. Nothing much happening except the preparation for exam. Which I'm not doing a lot of =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vivo with Hani, Ati, Keith, Helmie, Shalini and Shobha to celebrate Shobha's 21st. Haven't been to Vivo in a while, and when I went there today, I realized why =/ An hour was spent just trying to find one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, and I also was a little relieved because none of them started studying yet. Dunoe why I'm the only one who got a little sense of urgency. This is what happens to people who need to study a lot just to be on par with the smart ones who don't seem to need to study at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to plan out my schedule for next semester. I'm kind of glad I have no exemptions because I can take subjects which I have an interest in, and the time for those modules are also cut in half. And there are no exams for those, so my workload is significantly reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bit sore about the results for the lab report. Sigh. I wonder if I went to the other class, would I be able to get higher than just a pass. But at least the final exam for that subject is just MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3073714243064242688?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3073714243064242688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3073714243064242688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3073714243064242688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3073714243064242688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2010/01/havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1116884066620122448</id><published>2010-01-08T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:48:38.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year's birthday was one of the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, I had a nice dinner with my parents and two sisters, which was reeeeally nan de. I think we have such dinners only 5 times a year. My grandma cooked up a feast, and we spent hours at the table talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thurs, I didn't want to go to school, since I missed the morning lecture. But I went because Suhaimi and Kok Liang were giving their presentation on Supernatural, and I really wanted to be there for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhaimi did a magic trick to demonstrate 'witch power' or 'supernatural gods', and he asked me to be the volunteer cuz it was my birthday. After the lesson almost everyone came to shake my hand. lol. Made me feel special. I almost cocked up his trick though. They were complaining to me after the presentation. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shalini was so sweet to buy a birthday cake for me. She took care of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; celebration. She came for the tutorial even though its not her class just to settle everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was a little disappointed because Hanisah wasn't there. I was closest to her of the 10. But what really made my day was when Jul told us that Hani was rushing from her camp to school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to wish me happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;. And Night didn't have class yesterday either, but he came from home just to wish me as well. I was so touched.... So very happy to have such wonderful people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really bummed this evening, and spent hours under my bed cover. I really wanted to get out somewhere so I took a shot and smsed Jul and Kok Liang if they were free. I expected them to be busy because it was so last minute, but Jul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight away asked where to meet me&lt;/span&gt;. And Kok Liang was sleeping because he stayed up that night to do his presentation, but Jul woke him up, and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight away woke up and took a cab down&lt;/span&gt; to where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. I was so so so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; appreciative of them. Where can I find this kind of friends, and how lucky am I to have so many of them? They made me feel so very special just when I was feeling so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to The Pump Room at Clarke Quay. We stayed there for like, what, 4 hours? They stayed so late to be with me even though they had class the next day. I had some lager, a Singapore Sling, which rocks by the way, and a bit of a Cosmo. I couldn't handle the Cosmo so Kok Liang traded drinks with me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We poured our hearts out that night. I felt so much better, and I was really enjoying myself. Kok Liang even sent me home at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fantastic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1116884066620122448?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1116884066620122448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1116884066620122448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1116884066620122448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1116884066620122448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-years-birthday-was-one-of-best-i.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-6522014635923036084</id><published>2009-12-21T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:19:51.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last two days of school before holidays start. Sad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only me and Hani were prepared for the presentation this morning. I worked really hard for it, and only I really knew what was gonna happen. But this morning there were so many problems and it made me feel worse than I already was feeling. Thank God everything went okay, and the friends that were watching said it was a good presentation. Could have been better though =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of my better days despite the wrong start in the morning. I was watching videos with Suhaimi from 6pm until 9pm, and we were laughing until our faces turned red. AFV is really freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Liang reminded me about sth bad which I had so badly wanted to avoid thinking of. The next month would be my last with all of them together, because I didn't have any %^&amp;amp;*( advance standing. I'll still try to take a couple of same subjects as them, but it still won't be the same. He said it's weird to be upset after just 3 months of being together, but I've gotten close to quite a number of them, him included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about them is, if you had a problem, they'd drop everything and listen to you. Or sometimes when you don't say anything, they'd still know there was something wrong. And they make you feel so comfortable with them that you can say things that you could never say to other people before, and what surprised me is, they are as open with you as you are with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I love about them. Gonna miss them so much next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-6522014635923036084?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6522014635923036084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=6522014635923036084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6522014635923036084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6522014635923036084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-two-days-of-school-before-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-9111355677146779848</id><published>2009-12-12T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:50:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was fun. Dinner at Vivo with Dave, then to Boat Quay to meet Kok and Jul. He was so sweet to want to go with me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be a gathering of our group of friends, but only 4/10 turned up == Ended up as a couples' night, because Jul brought Alvin, and Kok brought Huiwen. The drinks there were so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really been seeing him lately. Been staying out till night, either in school or library. I'm left with the last 3 assignments before exams. I wanna try to chiong finish everything then enjoy my Christmas break. I realize that I get crabby when I don't see him as much as I'd like. I feel guilty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Early night for me today, then to library tomorrow to try to finish my essay. Tah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-9111355677146779848?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/9111355677146779848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=9111355677146779848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/9111355677146779848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/9111355677146779848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3247620121573570962</id><published>2009-12-11T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:50:44.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was so busy doing my work that I didn't have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to National Lib this week. On Wed, Suhaimi took me there on his bike =D omg so fun! At first I was clinging onto dear life and didn't dare open my eyes. But after that I really enjoyed it. It was raining too. After doing my lab report, I went to Bugis Junction and Iluma but couldn't find any mp3 to buy. In the end went to Plaza Sing. I went to the library to get started on my essay today. I really need the marks for that since I buang-ed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finished with my report! Actually I finished it long ago, and it was a good thing too. I realized that you needed like, at least 2 days of editing. I'm quite happy with it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days was really a deja vu of the time of my art exam. Lol. If I had an important deadline to meet, I would always empty my bag of the other subjects, and only bring the materials for that project. I stayed up late last night too, trying to tie together some loose ends. A few ppl were online with me too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Boat Quay with a few coursemates later tonight. We really need a break =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is hard and different for me, but I'm loving every minute of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3247620121573570962?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3247620121573570962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3247620121573570962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3247620121573570962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3247620121573570962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-so-busy-doing-my-work-that-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-7976079837693282065</id><published>2009-12-06T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:16:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really hit panic mode yesterday. That's when I really realised how heavy my workload was for next week. I can see everyone panicking around me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of the hunky, hot, sexy distraction next to me yesterday, I managed to get a good start on my test. I just wish I don't have this flu that's been making it harder to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to finish as much as possible then go over to parents' place for dinner tonight, if there is. I didn't go last week and I haven't seen them for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that worries me though is that everyone around me seems to be chionging their lab report that's due on Friday, instead of studying for their test which is on Tuesday. The last test on Thurs was okay to me (although I arrived late and missed half the time for the test == ) but the next one is much more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just said I have a lot of work to complete by next week, and I don't know why I'm still online here blogging for the past 10 mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-7976079837693282065?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/7976079837693282065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=7976079837693282065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7976079837693282065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7976079837693282065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/12/really-hit-panic-mode-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-8051925207873254167</id><published>2009-11-30T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:23:12.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was my aunt's wedding. I wore this beautiful dress that belonged to my sister. The three of us plus Gab's two friends were in charge of decorating the hall. We only had over an hour to do it.. In the end we were late by about 5 mins for the wedding ceremony &gt;&lt; My legs were aching the next day because of all the bending down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my honey after that. The wedding was just across the road from his school. Went dinner then watch New Moon! I liked it but I think it was a wrong time to watch it, because we were both so tired. It made the movie boring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached home actually. Class ended late today. I enjoyed today though.   Couldn't sleep last night because I was worrying about the presentation this morning. In the end I decided to read my lecture notes, and I fell asleep 5 mins after that =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation before us was super lengthy with loads of words and information. I was so nervous because ours seemed inferior compared to theirs. But I was amazed when ours was the only group to be complimented! That's when I know that lots of information isn't necessarily good. Simple and easy to understand was sometimes better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go home today during the break, and stayed with my friends to study for the test on Thursday. Spent the afternoon at Thomson Plaza's Starbucks. The 10 of us took up half the Starbucks. Lol..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the topic of relationships came up within the four of us. After talking to them about my concerns did I realize that I was actually doing more than expected. And that my relationship with Dave was different from others because it was special. I guess perhaps I was so caught up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing the things that will harm it, that I overlook the things that I'm doing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our last class, took the same bus as Jul and Ati. Suddenly we started talking about our supernatural experience. Oh god.. We got super scared on the way home. When I changed bus, I went to the upper deck, but there was no one there. After a couple of stops I freaked myself out and ran down. == I just hope I can get to sleep tonight.  Then I came home and scared my younger sister. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna chiong finish my study for the Thursday test. The guys like never study at all. We were busy reading and writing at Starbucks but they were talking and joking and surfing the net. But perhaps we are too anxious about scoring well. It's only an MCQ test after all. Should be easy to score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-8051925207873254167?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/8051925207873254167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=8051925207873254167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8051925207873254167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8051925207873254167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-was-my-aunts-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1773578235485387269</id><published>2009-11-26T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:58:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having insomnia for the past few nights, and all my dreams are bad ones. I guess I'm just having a bad week, studies-wise. So much for term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to United Square Starbucks with the 3 girls and realised that I got an exam on Tuesday and Thursday. omg.. I didn't even know. I shouldn't have spent the whole of yesterday doing that lab report which isn't due for another two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm totally screwed because I'm so tired and sleepy, plus I don't have all my notes. I was trying to study just now but I almost fell asleep. Only got tomorrow left to study, because my aunt's wedding is on Saturday, got a meeting for the project on Sunday and I got a presentation on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a beautiful sunset from my window though. Kinda energizes me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was saying that I don't have a lot of time left to study, and here I am still blogging == Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1773578235485387269?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1773578235485387269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1773578235485387269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1773578235485387269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1773578235485387269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-having-insomnia-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-108890953302703114</id><published>2009-11-24T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:02:09.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna post something since someone said I was boring ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the library now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to get a head start on my personality essay and I really wasn't prepared for how time-consuming it would be because of all the prior research I got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a couple of hours into digging out all the useful points from books, I was suddenly discussing the upcoming project with Jul, then Hani, then Ati. Omg.. After talking to Jul did I realize what deep shyt I was in because of all the things I had to do by Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 projects, 1 essay, 1 lab report (which I don't know squat about), and 2 sets of questions that require 600 word answers. The first presentation is on Monday which I have no idea how I'm gonna complete my part. Walked the whole 7th level of Bugis library and found nothing =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wireless@sg sucks, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. Gonna try to find at least something then go home. Till next time then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-108890953302703114?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/108890953302703114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=108890953302703114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/108890953302703114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/108890953302703114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonna-post-something-since-someone-said.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-4279561134067127653</id><published>2009-11-12T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:05:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class was soooo boring for me today. It's boring everyday though, just that today's lect was extra boring. I'd already learned it in my diploma.. The topic was classic conditioning, with Pavlov's dogs. It's the conditioned response and stimuli thing. You know, when you first hear a song and you're thinking/doing something, the next time you hear the same song, you'd think of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't have credit exemption! My friend who has a dip in Psy has 4 exemptions, and my other friends who have like, dips in food science, IT, etc all have 8 exemptions, which has nothing to do with psy. They practically finish their bachelor more than half a year earlier. Gonna go school earlier tomorrow to ask how come I don't have. It's damn boring, learning what I have learned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to a stiff body. Went to school aching all over. Geez. Talk about out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my break which is next next week. I could use a week of good rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-4279561134067127653?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/4279561134067127653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=4279561134067127653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4279561134067127653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4279561134067127653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-was-soooo-boring-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-2940984543018489803</id><published>2009-11-03T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:42:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting frustrated with myself lately. I don't know why I get so easily used to the wrong things and I automatically expect it all the time. It's taking everything out of me to make sure this doesn't become a prototype of my past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't even about school stress. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; will come in less than a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so tired. In every aspect. I thought suppressing my feelings would make it easier for me (and others) to deal with similar situations because I'm already used to it. But doing that just makes me feel worse and external factors outside just pile up on it. Plus, I don't even want to get used to it, although I know I probably have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not ready for this kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-2940984543018489803?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/2940984543018489803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=2940984543018489803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/2940984543018489803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/2940984543018489803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-frustrated-with-myself-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-5414956602085226946</id><published>2009-10-31T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:01:11.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning to more problems and it really kind of spoiled my day a little. Then made a decision to spend the day at my second favorite place. When I called my mom she was confused why I wanted to go over today, because today was "Dave-day", as she put it. I think she caught the hesitation in my voice, then she said something that made me laugh but both she and I knew was impossible.. But that's what I love about her. She knows when something's bothering you, and tries to make light of the situation, and she does a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling poorly lately.. I know I didn't do a good job of erm, basically trying not to be myself. But I am trying my best to understand and to "ren".. Bear with me please &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice lunch with my parents. My dad told me that my mom bought a nice Resling white wine for me to try tomorrow. Watching a documentary show on cars with him now.. The Mazda MX-5 was featured and I told him it was my favorite car, but he said erm, well a lot of technical terms which I hardly understood. But I caught the bottomline, which is, it's not a good car =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping soon.. Buy router and mp3 also. I don't like using my phone mp3, because its bulky with low memory and it uses up the battery very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go finish up my study plan and to start on reading up for my presentation on the 30th Nov. Warming up to my classes now. I guess the reason I felt stressed was because I didn't do my reading before classes this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-5414956602085226946?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/5414956602085226946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=5414956602085226946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5414956602085226946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5414956602085226946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/woke-up-this-morning-to-more-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-8759989316792945154</id><published>2009-10-27T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:09:16.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT A LOUSY DAY IT WAS YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually not really la, just that a lot of small things went wrong which accumulated and made me really irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started by not being able to get the tutorial time slot that I wanted, so Monday has become a 13 hour day for me. Went home during the 3.5 hr break. I was sooo looking forward to putting on CSI so I can relax but not fall asleep at the same time. Then! My remote control is lost. Then I couldn't import songs into my mp3 which really pissed me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to activate my JCU email and the online learning database. But! I did everything correctly and the password change was successful but the database rejected my login! And I know that it takes 3-4 blasted weeks to get a new password from the AU campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged my feet back to school at 645pm and actually heard dogs howling. In my mind was, "see! This is how bloody late this lecture is". But luckily the 7pm-10pm lecturer is really funny, so that kept me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to the long trip home because there are only 3 things that make me feel better and getting lost in my music was one of them. But when I switched on my mp3 it's empty. I was thinking, this seriously cannot be happening..... I think while I was trying to import songs, somehow along the way all my data got wiped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept myself busy with my phone games, and consoled myself that I could use my phone's external memory and use it as an mp3. Then! My computer couldn't detect the SD card. Then Dave say it's driver problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling good about today, then I heard thunder. ARGH. JCU is out to get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-8759989316792945154?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/8759989316792945154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=8759989316792945154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8759989316792945154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8759989316792945154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-lousy-day-it-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-7325316877703538901</id><published>2009-10-26T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:24:55.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just the first class and already I feel SO TIRED! And the lecture halls make me miss Temasek Poly's.. JCU's is so uncomfortable and hard to see. And people keep talking throughout the lecture. Rwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to God I didn't have to go back again later for another class. Which means I gotta take a super early dinner at 6pm. Talk about not eating regularly... Spent $189 on textbooks! Oh gawd.. And including my driving... I'm broke beyond broke this month.. All my past months' hard savings gone like that T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiredness makes me wish I was listening to that guitarist at wala wala where I was last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was very long yesterday. My parents picked me up at around 2pm and I went shopping with them. What caught me off guard was that my mom decided to buy the Samsung Pixon M8800 for me. I never even dared consider that phone because the price was off the charts and I simply didn't want to spend that much on a phone. But we came across a good deal and she just bought it on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went grocery shopping then back to my parents' place. My younger sister did the cooking this time, and we had pork chops and chicken cordon bleu. My older sister was missing this time. It seems so hard to have our family together and just family. Always got one friend here and there or they aren't even present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm I went to meet Darren and then he drove us to this place called wala wala at Holland V. I never been there before, and I also found it weird that he would want to meet after 5 years of not seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered this beer called Krounenbourg and I liked it a lot. We spent the night remembering old times at my secondary school. I was laughing like mad, because he helped me remember a lot of things that I've long forgotten. Also the Chiang Mai trip we had. I'm starting to recall those days and I'm glad I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went upstairs to listen to the live acoustic band. Oh man I instantly fell in love with one of the guitarists' voice when he sang Stay by U2. I went home and dled the song but I really preferred it when the guitarist sang it. I guess we will always prefer the first version we heard it in because that's what makes us like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun when we recognized the songs that they played, and also when we listened to new songs and find that we like them. Oh rats, I feel like going back there. Nothing like a nice beer with nice music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! At the table next to ours, I saw a couple of my sec 3 classmates -_-|| They were people I was fine with not meeting again after graduating ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-7325316877703538901?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/7325316877703538901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=7325316877703538901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7325316877703538901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7325316877703538901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-first-class-and-already-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1261007113802240148</id><published>2009-10-22T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:09:27.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TM3GbxaNLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TM3GbxaNLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This never fails to make me laugh. Seen it about 5 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xav should see this, I think he'll get a laugh out of it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1261007113802240148?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1261007113802240148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1261007113802240148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1261007113802240148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1261007113802240148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-never-fails-to-make-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-5223621575700181406</id><published>2009-10-20T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:46:58.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 HOURS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-5223621575700181406?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/5223621575700181406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=5223621575700181406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5223621575700181406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5223621575700181406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/countdown-9-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-7036151703170596893</id><published>2009-10-17T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:54:16.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is public holiday -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking up routes from my school to get to places. I found one to get from my school to BBDC since I got days that I have 5 and a half hour breaks. Screwed up timetable. And the school is so hard to get to. Can't wait to sit in the miiiiniiiii coooopeeeeeerr. I haven't seen it in the flesh yet though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can say I've given up. On that bond I tried so desperately to hang on to in the past one year. But to wanna hang on to someone who doesn't care less, I guess in the end I'm the one at the losing end. Perhaps this is how she feels as well, but wanting someone who doesn't want you is just pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I can't wait for school to start, but now I JUST DREAD IT. Seeing my timetable just makes me more and more sian of school. The countdown is now: 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-7036151703170596893?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/7036151703170596893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=7036151703170596893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7036151703170596893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7036151703170596893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-public-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1809899254001290212</id><published>2009-10-11T22:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:42:26.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early evening, Jason came over with Steve to hand me the water my mom purchased. It was a long time since I saw Steve and I didn't really recognize him at first. Made me miss the people at ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had invited me over for dinner yesterday, but couldn't make it so it was postponed today. My dad bought some steak and it's been a long time since I had dinner with them. I went over and Gab cooked the steaks and hamburger that my mom was having. All I did was watch and prepare the mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delish. I had steak, baked beans, veg salad, mushroom soup and garlic bread with red wine. Wooh. We joked and talked and I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad taught me how to operate his camera, then he showed me pictures of his new car! It's erm, a blue mini cooper that he bought for us to use, but since I didn't get my license yet, he's using it first. Oh man. It's soooooo beautiful. It's navy blue with a black soft convertible top, with brown leather seats outlined with white. Omggggg. I can't wait to drive it. It'll be handy when I can drive myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed a couple of hours later. I had a heart-to-heart talk with my mom. Mostly about relationship, both past and present. She asked a lot of questions about Dave, which I was confused why at first, then I realized that she was just afraid I'd make the same mistake again. Well, being in the first few months of a relationship, I've had the misfortune of being blinded by love before and not seeing what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now she's just being on the safe side and looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the ending of a couple of movies, one being a werewolf one. I hate those kind of movies.. Sure it's fun to watch but I had a dark and quiet walk ahead of me. I can be a fearless person when watching the movie, but after that I become a wuss. I try to go home early when I go over there, but it's hard &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traded in my Korea 21st-birthday trip for a phone. Deciding between &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/consumer/detail/detail.do?group=mobilephone&amp;type=mobilephone&amp;subtype=style&amp;model_cd=GT-S8300LRAXSO"&gt;Samsung S8300&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/consumer/detail/detail.do?group=mobilephone&amp;amp;type=mobilephone&amp;amp;subtype=infotainment&amp;amp;model_cd=GT-I8510RKDXSO"&gt;INNOV8&lt;/a&gt;. I wanna choose this one properly, I don't want to end up with something that I end up not liking. Plan to use the next phone I get for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1809899254001290212?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1809899254001290212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1809899254001290212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1809899254001290212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1809899254001290212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1358894145052217410</id><published>2009-10-09T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:30:36.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If not for this stomachache I'd be at my mom's place now licking chocolate off my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had planned to go over to her place and bake some brownies for my baby. I've been toying with that idea ever since I found out he likes chocolate. But of course for myself I don't need any chocolate because my life now is incredibly sweet with him around =D Okay whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading The Calhoun Women by Nora Roberts, so I guess that's why I'm feeling a little romantic now. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway his exams start and end tomorrow, which is the day that I've been looking forward to. So I thought I'd give him a treat. He's been studying so hard and I've been trying not to think that it'll be me putting my nose to the grindstone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks. I can feel my freedom slipping away from beneath my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1358894145052217410?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1358894145052217410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1358894145052217410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1358894145052217410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1358894145052217410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-not-for-this-stomachache-id-be-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3444336819770255153</id><published>2009-10-05T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:42:02.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a busy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an impromptu lunch with Xav at 12pm, we went to Novena Square 2 to have my fave Korean at Seoul Yummy. We had bibimbab, spicy beef soup and spicy octopus. Oh, so good. Xav and I loved the bibimbab especially. I love to eat there, although I can only go sparingly because of the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love with the Oceanus perfume! Can't stand itttttttt.. Going to get it soon &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush back home after that, because at 430pm was my youngest aunt's registration of marriage. Went over immediately to my parents' place, because I had absolutely zilch to wear, and my dad said no jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on countless dresses! When I looked in the mirror, all that was on my mind was "oh god", and not in a good way. I dumped the idea of trying to wear a dress, and just went home and throw on a nice top with black pants and heels. Luckily I didn't look too bad. Although I got pretty down because I wasn't a lady at all even at 20. I didn't even have a skirt at home, and I only had jeans and shorts in my cupboard. Shopping soon! For clothessss and also some balls to wear them ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad picked me up and we went to Fort Canning. The registration took what, 10 mins? My aunt almost giggled because she could barely hear the registrar's slur. And they changed it from "I do" to "I will".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the registration, my aunt told my mom to enjoy it while she's there, because she won't be coming back for a while as next in line to get married were me and my sisters. Then my mom pointed at me. Oh gg. Talk about pressure! But what made me happy was that my parents seemed to be warming up to Dave. My mom was telling my dad things about him at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except my uncle's family went to my parents' place for tea before the dinner. Dinner was at Orchard Hotel. I was seated with my parents and sisters with my new uncle's children. Marriage came up again, and my mother once again embarrassed me by saying I was getting married next year. I was having a bit too much to drink already, and I just blinked at her and said not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first taste of red wine! I was downing the white by the glass because I rarely had the chance to drink such nice wine. Before the red was served, I got pretty red and a little tipsy. But after I stood up I was alright again, and my dad complimented that I'm a good drinker. Good to hear that! I've always thought I couldn't drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard my mother saying she knew my new uncle for 30 over years. I was shocked, then asked my sisters about it. Turns out he was in the same year as my parents in SAJC! He was in the next class from my mother, and could hear her laughing from there. Lolol. He even said she was notorious in her JC years xD Such a small world. My mom was also telling me all the good food they eat at their place. I was happy for them but there was a tinge of utmost sadness and my heart sank because I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a lot of fun with my family. They all have such a good sense of humor that it's never boring to be around them. And it broke my heart when my dad and I were alone and he told me he knew I was lonely and unhappy that I was away from my twin sister, and he told me to ackowledge that feeling instead of suppress it like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss them, and it shows on my face. When we meet up for extended family occasions, I always seem to chat non-stop with my mom and sisters. My uncle's family even asked if I was inseparable from my sister. That was when my dad talked to me about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family very much, and although I'm happy to have my independence from them at an early age, I still miss them every day. Well, we'll be together again at my aunt and uncle's wedding next month. 28th I think. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. My hearts aches so damn bad when I think about those four most important people in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3444336819770255153?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3444336819770255153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3444336819770255153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3444336819770255153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3444336819770255153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-busy-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-8041387316925917188</id><published>2009-10-04T01:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:58:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel like writing something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling unwell since the time I had the food poisoning. I can't remember the last time I feel fine. Things haven't been going well with a couple of my friends either. Blew my top at Sher the other day. I don't know why I got so mad then. Hearing the abuse whatshisname is putting her through should be old news to me, but I just get heated up whenever I hear the things he does, and I get even more mad when she isn't doing anything to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with me is deemed as a privilege that he thinks he's giving her. No one needs a special privilege to go out with friends. Especially someone who she knows for 6 years. It's not like we go clubbing and meet guys and get wasted.. We do normal things like have dinner and shop and bake and just hang out. I mean, I wanna spend time with her but I don't want to cater to his every whim and fancy as and when he likes. We can plan to go out for lunch and dinner but he can just demand that she goes home straight away. He doesn't care about her or my feelings and she just complies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should hear the things he says.. When she tells me, my mind is absolutely blank.. Totally blank. A classic example of speechless. You can't even begin to wonder how can this guy's thinking and mind possibly be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; warped. I thought I've had my share of emotional blackmail from my past relationship, but this seriously takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's putting a pretty obvious strain on the friendship and I don't know how I'm going to be able to continue listening to all the shyt he's putting her through, and put up with him spoiling a day I've put aside for her. I even feel so damn guilty when Dave calls and I'm smiling when I'm talking to him. She looks at me and smiles but I know she's feeling damn hurt inside. What's the difference? We are both talking to someone we love who loves us too, but why is she crying and why am I laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taught not to try to persuade people to do things that they don't want to, and to leave what they want to change up to them to decide. And things have come to the point that I can only stand at the side and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said things that were harsh and hurt her. It's been on my mind since then. But I can't say that I don't meant them. For me, it's like watching a man beat up his wife and she can only endure it, only worse because he's beating her up from the inside out and they're not even married and already he's being this way and she's doing squat to put herself out of this misery.. What will happen next time? It's only a matter of time that I'll seriously turn and face the other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-8041387316925917188?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/8041387316925917188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=8041387316925917188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8041387316925917188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8041387316925917188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-suddenly-feel-like-writing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-8341936377969939892</id><published>2009-10-03T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:39:43.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 0035 in the night and I'm craving Korean food =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been mood-swinging these few days too. Those I talk to felt the brunt of it. Don't know, feeling very aaargh lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-8341936377969939892?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/8341936377969939892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=8341936377969939892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8341936377969939892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8341936377969939892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-0023-in-night-and-im-craving-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-5439377719816599859</id><published>2009-09-29T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:56:00.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a good day. Went to town with Sher to shop. We walked from 1pm to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought shoes, intimates, earrings, necklace, tops... Spent a good deal of money. Aiya well, I don't shop that often, and I'd use the things I buy until they're worn out. Dinner at SukiYaki. It would really be better if I wasn't sick. I couldn't taste anything at all, and I was emo-ing throughout dinner because I know the food is really good =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog more but that psycho really spoilt my mood. I gotta hand it to him, he never fails to be such a mcp loser everytime I meet her, and makes a fcking big deal out of nothing. She never smile when on the phone with him but he think she is so = she's smiling at another guy. And like that also kb until the cows come home. She was on the phone half the time I was with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never met such a psychotic SOB in my life. And I REALLY do not understand why she still wants to stay with such a loser. But if one year of talking to her, I guess any more would be as futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm seeing my baby tomorrow so everything is fine again &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-5439377719816599859?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/5439377719816599859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=5439377719816599859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5439377719816599859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5439377719816599859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-2565087781374943753</id><published>2009-09-28T01:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:57:59.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu8LvDMlpCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu8LvDMlpCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent me the link to this song and it's all I want to listen to now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much that I put the english translation of this song on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it because it made me think of someone very important to me, and how much I love him.. Heh and just nice, today is our one month. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be counting the months that we're together anymore, because I want to count the years instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-2565087781374943753?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/2565087781374943753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=2565087781374943753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/2565087781374943753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/2565087781374943753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-it-so-much-that-i-put-english.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3759029453559915833</id><published>2009-09-27T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:40:03.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days stay at home, becoming very stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyway to clear up, whatshisname in the previous post is referring to Sher's boyfriend, not anyone else. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sher, meeting her on Tues (hopefully). I wanna cut hair and go shopping. I need shoes o.o and clothes too. I only got t-shirts. emodieme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Dave and I had lunch over at my mom's place on Friday. Supposed to bring her to Crystal Jade but she was too tired. My poor honey got to cancel his reservation there. Although I think it went rather well. And my dad ... He was there but didn't join us. I didn't know how to read him though. All those eps of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lie To Me &lt;/span&gt;didn't pay off xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, when I think of turning 21 in 4 months makes me have butterflies in my stomach, and not in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3759029453559915833?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3759029453559915833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3759029453559915833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3759029453559915833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3759029453559915833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-few-days-stay-at-home-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-7801760356104745495</id><published>2009-09-25T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:57:07.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sianed I got sore throat and a slightly burnt tongue I think thanks to yesterday's lunch &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xav had taken leave, so we went to Jurong Point cuz he told me got new extension. I didn't know it's been there since a long time ago. I feel so lagging. But we got lost a few times == I had a craving for korean fare =p and we had a hard time finding the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess both of us felt it was worth the search, because the food was good and cheap. We were both surprised when we saw the bill. We ordered food enough for 4 ppl. Lol. We always seemed to be eating more than our share, like that time at Azabu Sabo when we ordered 2 ramens, 1 cha soba and 1 premium steak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw yesterday was beef steamboat for 2, chicken kimchi soup with rice and my fave spicy rice cake. I was surprised I could eat more than I normally do. The beef steamboat was generous in terms of the veggies, so at least it was a little healthy lol. And I loved the peanut sauce that came with it. Oh man I just love korean food. Now got another place I can go to other than Novena Square. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went window-shopping. Everytime I'm with Xav I would go into shoe shops, and it was so often that he already knows what kind of shoes I like because he would see what I pick up or point to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home then met my baby at his school &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went to Plaza Sing to have Ajisen Ramen then to Starbucks for coffee. I had the hazelnut caffe latte, omg so good &gt;&lt; I want to get whipped cream so I can make my own coffee at home but the last time I did that, I ended up eating half the whipped cream straight from the bottle ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-7801760356104745495?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/7801760356104745495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=7801760356104745495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7801760356104745495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7801760356104745495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sianed-i-got-sore-throat-and-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-4021651076511458673</id><published>2009-09-23T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:02:21.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met Sher today after dunoe how many eons. She came over then we went to Tiong's FairPrice to decide what we wanted to make. We saw the ang moh carrot cake mix there and since I haven't try we went to get it. Then buy chips and jelly etc. Oh man! I just remembered I left the chips at my mom's place == Zzz. I called my mom and it was already gone -.- my sister sapued the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyway when we got back my mom told us that the sliding door of my sister's wardrobe fell off and the whole thing dropped on her foot. She said she could feel that her bones were shattered inside but she doesn't want to go to the doctor. Oh my god == She must be feeling excruciating pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sher realized that we didn't buy the frosting for the cake. But anyway we just made the jelly and went all the way back to Tiong to buy, but don't have! Ended up going to Great World. We should have went there in the first place. The cake mixes so many more and it all looked nicer than the one we bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We window-shopped at Zara. The clothes there so nice o.o and the best (and worst) thing is that I found out the clothes are actually quite cheap and very nice. I wanna go back there on Monday. See if she can or not ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and made the carrot cake. Ultimate FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's supposed to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XQYKmIVUBc/Srn3f4vbZpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mO6DQG0kx0I/s1600-h/SP_A0164.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/_5XQYKmIVUBc/Srn3f4vbZpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mO6DQG0kx0I/s320/SP_A0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384606956677457554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it turned out like this! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XQYKmIVUBc/Srn3nZlxf7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/9ZnsvchvM5U/s1600-h/SP_A0166.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/_5XQYKmIVUBc/Srn3nZlxf7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/9ZnsvchvM5U/s320/SP_A0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384607085754417074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What went wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then whathisname called and ya it really killed our mood. He calls like every 15 mins... It got really irritating and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really enjoyed myself. Since the time she met me, I've been laughing half the time. From the loser thing to the vasantham star thing to the body foam thing. Lol. Dammit, damn funny. Heh. If only time with her didn't come so rarely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-4021651076511458673?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/4021651076511458673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=4021651076511458673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4021651076511458673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4021651076511458673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-met-sher-today-after-dunoe-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XQYKmIVUBc/Srn3f4vbZpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mO6DQG0kx0I/s72-c/SP_A0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-6376895455326509819</id><published>2009-09-23T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:39:57.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg.&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/2233831119440677014-6376895455326509819?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6376895455326509819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=6376895455326509819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6376895455326509819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6376895455326509819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/34-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3937209352135335442</id><published>2009-09-18T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:15:35.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I saw my time table I almost fainted. It was packed with classes. But actually I only needed to mark those that I'm taking, but it wasn't any better. Some days had classes which started at 9am and another that starts at 7pm. GG! And it's not like I'm living near campus. And when Dave's exams end is when my term starts. &lt;u&gt;Sian&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only free day is Sunday and maybe Saturday. Saturday also got school == Sigh. I'm gonna treasure every single one of my seconds of remaining freedom! Shopping with my found-again bestie and Cabaling. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I've been thinking about my dad and I really feel so fed up. It's like he doesn't seem to like anything I do. All I can remember about him last time is when he got mad. Now, it's exactly the same, and the worst thing is, he doesn't talk to me about it. He just tells my mom, and she comes to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually bothers to find out what happens with me and what's going on for me right now. My dad just doesn't bother to ask because he's "scared to become a nag" when being a nag is better than just not showing signs that he bothers. All he says to me is "how are you" when he comes over which is rare enough. He doesn't ask me out cuz he assumes I will say no, and he doesn't have heart-to-heart talks about relationships or things that matter to a person because he assumes I'll brush him off or find him irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he doesn't tell me how he feels about certain things is not bad enough, he still gives me the frustrated look like I can't do anything right in my life, like I'm really not good enough for him. I see the way he talks about my sister and I just get scared if he talks like that about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he still thinks he's a general and he's gotta be tough or if he finds heart-to-heart talks a mother's job. I just wish that if I do something that he doesn't like, he would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; me and not keep quiet and make me feel guilty about something that I didn't even do wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3937209352135335442?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3937209352135335442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3937209352135335442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3937209352135335442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3937209352135335442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-saw-my-time-table-i-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1257022667380269580</id><published>2009-09-17T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:19:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worst 30 hours I've ever had. Blasted stomach flu. Can't sleep, lie down, stand or so anything in the first few hours. Chris came over last night around 7pm when he heard I wasn't feeling well. He showed up just when I was throwing up. GG. I think it's the second time he saw me throw up. I had food poisoning once when I was out to dinner with him a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had it too, then my grandma called my other grandma and my aunts had it too, so it's confirmed either the cockles we were downing by the plates that Sunday night, or the damn flies that kept landing on our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab like, ate one whole plate by herself. Oh my gawd, I don't even wanna imagine how bad is hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I feel so paper now.. I had KFC's porridge for breakfast but I still feel hungry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1257022667380269580?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1257022667380269580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1257022667380269580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1257022667380269580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1257022667380269580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/worst-30-hours-ive-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-4622990669390486858</id><published>2009-09-13T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:34:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from my grandma's birthday dinner. We had nice food at Commonwealth. I got to talk to my sisters after a long time =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, there were 2 flies that were adamant on landing on our food. My aunt, grandma and I were swatting away the flies half the time. My aunt keep laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting married on the 5th of October. If I can I guess I will go too. It seems that there is a limit as to how many ppl can enter the ROM. The wedding will be held in December. I'm looking forward to it. Weddings always have good food =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I'm going to get fat soon.. I keep eating good stuff and I always tend to overeat. I need to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I learnt about my sister is like oh my gawd...... It is disturbing =/ I think she is this close to changing her gender ... &gt;&lt; I guess I can look at it as finally getting the big brother that I've always wanted. But.. It's still gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, my dad saw me and Dave together.. So I was kinda bracing myself for what he would say when we're alone. I hope he didn't ask my mom about it because I've told her.. It was things like this that made him feel unloved because I don't confide in him like my mother. I also feel bad but.. I've grown up without him so it really is hard to tell him things sometimes although I do try.. I just wish he would understand that it's difficult to change after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to DSS tomorrow and to my school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wish my dad would talk to me about how he feels. I do feel bad about him. He once told me he has a lot of things to tell me but he trusts me to make the right decision and so he just keeps his feelings to himself. He keeps apologizing for not knowing things about me or my friends and it just makes me feel so lousy. I mean, I want a dad not someone who leaves me alone because that's what he thinks I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-4622990669390486858?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/4622990669390486858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=4622990669390486858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4622990669390486858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4622990669390486858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-got-back-from-my-grandmas.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-6597569650672918467</id><published>2009-09-10T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:44:02.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man I do feel lousy now.. I think the gummi bears I kept eating made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 4 hours yesterday reading my book. It was so good that I kept reading until the end. The book is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therapy&lt;/span&gt; by Sebastian Fitzek. It's about how a celebrity psychiatrist treated a patient with schizophrenia because the patient was seeing visions or delusions about a little girl that may be the missing daughter of the psychiatrist. But in the end, the doctor was the one who was schizophrenic, and the patient was the psychiatrist who was trying to cure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, which made him the first ever schizophrenia patient who treated himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day ahead of me. Later, I need to go to JCU to submit my letter of offer, then after that head down to the DSS exhibition to volunteer my time today. I hope the job will be as cushy as the last one I had, where all I had to do was take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-6597569650672918467?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6597569650672918467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=6597569650672918467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6597569650672918467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6597569650672918467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-man-i-do-feel-lousy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3814462235237676613</id><published>2009-09-08T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:37:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunch with Xav AGAIN! haha gg. This time we went to Raffles City's Shokudo. This one is.. like Japanese marche I think. So much food to choose from. In the end I had hot soba with beef and he had spicy ramen. Dessert was rock melon ice-cream with chocolate syrup on a honey waffle &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the library then met my honey at Bugis =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much la, just walk around.. Then had bak kut teh for dinner. After that went to a coffee place (I wanna say it's The Coffee Nation? But I'm not sure) for drinks and to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm with him, I still feel as though it's just a dream. I've had some cruel dreams about him in the past and ya.. I still remember that day that all my dreams suddenly came true. Well.. I guess I liked him too much for too long that I just don't believe that I'm so fortunate to be with someone as sweet and wonderful as him. I won't ask too much of him because well, just knowing he loves me is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3814462235237676613?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3814462235237676613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3814462235237676613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3814462235237676613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3814462235237676613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunch-with-xav-again-haha-gg.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-4786853771784511606</id><published>2009-09-07T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:38:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met up with Xav yesterday evening =) he went with me to Suntec to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a new pair of jeans and some heels too, thanks to his patience =p Unless he is the rare exception in guys, he probably hated the whole process &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at Pepper Lunch =) it was great but I didn't like the sesame ice-cream that came with the combo of hamburger, steak, salmon and chicken we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibition today. I went there to help my mom. I stayed there for a couple of hours only. I just uploaded pictures into facebook and then went to take lots of photos with my dad's camera. I was supposed to take of the exhibition but I didn't know.. Most of the photos were of my mom as a tour guide. I committed the next few Mondays and Thursdays of the exhibition to help out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my honey at his studio for a little while before meeting Sher! So nan de lor. We wanted to shop at Orchard actually until the shops closed, but thanks to her whathisname boyfriend, our plans were spoiled. We only managed to walk around Ion for awhile, and during dinner he called then say what, must go to Vivo City to buy his toothbrush. I really think he did that on purpose. Go out with girl friend also must be so kb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, so our shopping trip was shot down in flames. Well not really la. At Vivo, I got a new belt. Then got to go home le cuz my feet were really hurting and besides, most of the shops were already closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Had sukiyaki for dinner! Omg yum. I had the black angus =p Daaaaaaamn nice. haha. I think I said that for at least 10 times during dinner. I wish I could really spend some quality time with her without whatshisname calling every 10 mins. And he spoiled my dinner a little. He keep calling then I got so pissed that I took the phone from Sher and talked to him. He ask me exactly what time we start queuing for the sukiyaki and how long it lasted and even when the food came. Like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd can't wait to start school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-4786853771784511606?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/4786853771784511606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=4786853771784511606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4786853771784511606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4786853771784511606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-met-up-with-xav-yesterday-evening-he.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-5775292711227389726</id><published>2009-09-05T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:41:02.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man lately keep going out that I really don't feel like staying at home anymore. I really hope I get into the course soooooon. Going nuts already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an impromptu lunch date with Xav this afternoon. Lol. He bring me go Carls Jr. My first time there. Omg the burger so nice. Xav ordered the beef cheese fries. Too bad the burger filled me up so I didn't eat much of the fries. It was good though. Xav paid and I forgot to pay him back. So I guess the next meal we have will be on me. We always seem to be playing ping-pong with regards to who picks up the check &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he went back to his office, I went to Tiong to pierce my ear, and finally I went to buy my bag! $34.90, use for the next 5 years. Lol! I'm so happy with the purchase. I don't buy much stuff and if I do buy, I'll probably use it till its broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my honey at Crystal Jade at Holland V. First time there too. Basket, the la mian I ordered is crazy lor. Just breathing in the smell of the noodles made me cough. In the end I really couldn't enjoy the noodles and I switched with him. Hahahaha. He eat until face red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to Essential Brew for tea. Again my first time there! The place is nice but damn noisy cuz upstairs got birthday party. We had the white peony tea. Waa so nice. It made me think of the Tea Party that Sher and I used to go to. Sigh, I do miss that place. The tea and the muffins were great. I wanna go there again some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking and learning about each other. Time flew by and I had a really great time. He makes me feel comfortable telling him anything and I just love talking to him. I always feel so happy just seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am. Till next time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-5775292711227389726?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/5775292711227389726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=5775292711227389726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5775292711227389726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5775292711227389726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-man-lately-keep-going-out-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-2866872877518068299</id><published>2009-09-03T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:32:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day before yesterday, I went to Plaza Sing with Xav for dinner. We had Ajisen Ramen =p I love the tom yam ramen there. Then we walked around before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a date with Dave =p I met him at his school then we went to Suntec. Dinner at Ichiban Boshi! It was my first time there. I liked the food. So filling. I had the beef and salmon sashimi and he had the soba and unagi. I tried hot sake for the first time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Year One. Not nice lah. So boring and the jokes aren't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I saw my sister sleeping on my bed. She keep kicking me ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-2866872877518068299?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/2866872877518068299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=2866872877518068299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/2866872877518068299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/2866872877518068299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-before-yesterday-i-went-to-plaza.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-8839843849655316139</id><published>2009-09-02T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:38:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends reaction will be temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let your feelings be permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Bryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-8839843849655316139?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/8839843849655316139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=8839843849655316139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8839843849655316139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/8839843849655316139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends-reaction-will-be-temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-7138645472843964511</id><published>2009-08-31T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:33:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great dinner last night. Chris brought me to Novena Square 2 to have dinner at my favorite restaurant called Seoul Yummy. And he ordered sooo much food. Oh man. I forgot how much I love Korean fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks great. I thought it'd be uncomfortable meeting him but it wasn't that bad actually. He did change a lot. He looks younger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I went to JCU to hand in my application form for the bachelor that I wanna take. Lol it's still subject to approval. I thought I could already get in T.T but the staff said there shouldn't be any problem so there's a high chance I can start school in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After JCU I went to Taka with my mom to shop =p she bought clothes for me. Walk until my feet got blister thanks to my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Haunting in Conneticut just now. GG.. Watching alone is 10x scarier than watching it with someone else. I watched the first part with Dave last week then it got rather boring. lol. Aiya the show is like.. 1.5 hrs, and the scary parts aren't really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the good part Xav called me. Rofl. Scared me out of my wits. I had dinner with him tonight and tomorrow night also I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to City Hall! My favorite place to go when I dunoe where to go xD We walk until Marina Square then had dinner at Kenny Rogers. Hoo boy, uber yummy. We had the 2 person combo, the ribs and chicken. Oh manz &gt;&lt; I forgot how much I love ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a long, long walk after that. We walked from Marina Square till erm, Plaza Sing. He took bus home with me, then we went to Tiong to have dessert. Peanut tang yuan and chocolate ice shavings with nata de coco. Omgggggggg. I have been pigging out on food these few days &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, meeting Sher tmr, then maybe Xav again in the evening. My turn to give him a dinner treat =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-7138645472843964511?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/7138645472843964511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=7138645472843964511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7138645472843964511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/7138645472843964511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-great-dinner-last-night_31.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1602059764433286615</id><published>2009-08-27T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:26:40.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibition today. My mom is on the committee and there was free admission this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really really amazing. The exhibits were 500~1000 years old. It's about the first translations of the Bible and they have the actual versions of the Greek, Latin Bibles that are about 500 years old. It's amazing how they could get all the scripts together in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do go if you're interested, the exhibition is only in Singapore for 3 weeks at the Arts Centre in City Hall. If you miss this exhibit then you will need to go to 9 different countries to see all I've seen in 1 hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1602059764433286615?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1602059764433286615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1602059764433286615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1602059764433286615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1602059764433286615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-to-dead-sea-scrolls-exhibition.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-6021334749980646710</id><published>2009-08-26T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:13:12.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so what's the count currently? Too many to keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have been coming to me to know the story of the breakup, and everytime I talk to them I feel so damn lousy about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jason for lunch this morning. He told me what's going on in office, and seems like our breakup is the current hot topic. People are speculating what's happened and I guess because of the damn facebook, almost everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I could meet up with him though. I haven't seen him in a long long time. At least he listened and I felt comfortable talking to him.. Bryan called when I reached home, again to find out what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really hope that since I'm single, the guys in my life won't be afraid to ask me out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-6021334749980646710?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6021334749980646710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=6021334749980646710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6021334749980646710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6021334749980646710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-whats-count-currently-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-5459577981830343288</id><published>2009-08-22T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:23:06.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke up with Chris this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt and the pain has set in a while ago. A tiny fraction of what he must be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what an idiot I am. I never thought of his feelings and just did what I wanted to do. It wasn't until just now that sadness sank onto my chest and weighed me down. It was only then that I thought of how he must be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so horrible. I saw how hurt he was but I still didn't do anything. He packed when I was out in town with Jon. Part of me is going crazy just by seeing his bags at the door. It's all I can do not to stop him and change my mind. It has been, after all, two and a half years of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would shout and hit me, instead of wishing me happiness. I can't imagine how much I've hurt him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-5459577981830343288?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/5459577981830343288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=5459577981830343288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5459577981830343288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5459577981830343288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-broke-up-with-chris-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-5769335771559994273</id><published>2009-08-16T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:39:51.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day at Dave's place.. We were talking nonsense and doing our own thing. There was Silent Hill that night and I wanted to watch. Surprisingly I wasn't that scared after the show. I used to be really scared of this kinda shows so that restricted me on what movies I could watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go get my results tomorrow as planned. The stupid school never reply my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most terrible dream last night. I dreamt my dad passed away. It was so scary and frightening. I got to feel how it would be like if he really left. I woke up and I got scared. I almost called him to check but Chris told me he saw him in the morning while I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I haven't gotten over the death of a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-5769335771559994273?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/5769335771559994273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=5769335771559994273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5769335771559994273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/5769335771559994273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1162448655992005967</id><published>2009-08-13T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:59:33.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had lunch with Dave at Lot 1 yesterday. We had mac again. He seems addicted to the seaweed fries ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today supposed to go foot massage then in the end I just went to his place to pick up his old keyboard. I prefer using desktop keyboard to the laptop one but my table is a tad too small. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to improve on my laptop area. I connected my old Harmon/Kardon speakers with soundsticks, change mouse, and use keyboard. Now when I use the com feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be taking up the saxophone. I already enquired about the course etc. It would be a good skill to learn. Plus I love its music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1162448655992005967?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1162448655992005967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1162448655992005967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1162448655992005967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1162448655992005967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-lunch-with-dave-at-lot-1.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-1350192270829720053</id><published>2009-08-12T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:40:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my parents wanted to cheer me up after attending the wake. They brought me out to brunch at Sushi Tei. They knew the manager so we had a lot of special treatment. The food was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always make fun of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : It's normal to eat a lot when you come here. But with your mom's case she always eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: ... That's because I don't want the food to go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : That's why it ends up going to your waist. But I have no waist so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofl. See the way he uses puns. Waste, waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked what I wanted to do for my 21st birthday. I told him I wanted to go to Korea. He said okay! He even asked if I wanted free and easy or follow a tour. I went to Korea before when I was really young, so I don't really remember anything about it. We had a tour then, and it was really boring because all you did was sit in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go in the autumn. Oh man it's gonna be gorgeous there. But I don't know if he meant letting me go on my own. Besides, I also don't know who to ask. They all got their own commitments -.- and I mean boyfriends who probably won't allow them to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been checking out music schools. But I don't know what instrument to pick up. My mom seems bent on me learning the drums, but I wanna learn something more musical. I've always admired the music a sax produces, so I'm currently looking into that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to meet Dave for lunch soon... We were supposed to catch the 1230 show of Orphan but in the end he couldn't make it that early. A little relieved lol, because I know my mind will start to play tricks on me after watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Screw msn. Although my connection's fine it just won't log on. Good thing I'm reformatting with the correct bit cd tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-1350192270829720053?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/1350192270829720053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=1350192270829720053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1350192270829720053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/1350192270829720053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-my-parents-wanted-to-cheer-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-4208698539834623937</id><published>2009-08-09T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:06:19.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were many people at her wake. Ms Thio and Mdm Lim went too. I got to see them after 3 years. It was painful watching her sister and her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ex-fairsians were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave called in the morning to ask me out for dinner, so after the wake I went to meet him at his studio. Then, he played something to cheer me up. We had a nice dinner at Raffles City. I feel more comfortable around him because it took my mind off the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was alone that fear and that sinking feeling hit me so hard. Seeing her body seems so surreal. I kept thinking it had to be a bad joke, that she would wake up and walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, she had asked me for ndp tickets. I didn't help her to get. I keep thinking if I did, maybe she would have lived for a couple of days more and I got to at least see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-4208698539834623937?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/4208698539834623937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=4208698539834623937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4208698539834623937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/4208698539834623937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-were-many-people-at-her-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-819679652774407121</id><published>2009-08-09T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:47:40.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about what I did yesterday and today. Then something just changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an sms from Aaron. He asked if I knew what happened to Clara. I said no, then he told me she passed away. At that time.. I was with Jonathan and his friends at Fish N Co having a birthday dinner. I thought he was joking. I mean, how can it be true, how can someone I know who is my age be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe him. It just had to be one lousy joke. Then I called my mom's place to ask if my sister knew about it. She had already told my mother. Then the truth set in. My emotions went crazy; I didn't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the wake. I'll be going there with Aaron. I expect all her ex-classmates and teachers will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, I had wanted to ask her to do me a favor and before I could, she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not close to her but my heart aches when I think about her. I can't comprehend the pain I will feel when someone closer to me passes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-819679652774407121?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/819679652774407121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=819679652774407121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/819679652774407121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/819679652774407121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanted-to-blog-about-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-6777053459487718816</id><published>2009-08-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:28:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah.. Been busy lately so I didn't update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I met Dave at Lot 1 before he left for Vietnam. He wanted to check out the new extension. In the end we didn't. Not enough time before his tuition. So we just had lunch at Macdonald's. We had the new wasabi double filet o' fish. hehe not bad. When he left I went to the library to borrow a couple of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, my parents had a dinner party at their place. I think it was to welcome someone back from overseas. Wow the place was hopping. 25 guests in that small 4-room flat. I had fun though, meeting all my father's colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my first taste of white wine! My father asked if I wanted to try and I said yes. It tastes like beer, actually, just a little stronger. Can't say I enjoyed it, but can't say I didn't either =p My mother was still keen on me taking up drum lessons. I like drums but it carries a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; flavor. I'm still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Sher for dinner later around town. I haven't met her in awhile thanks to her job. I want to go to KL sometime to shop. So many ppl are going overseas except me T.T And now thanks to my live-in boyfriend, my friends don't dare to ask if I wanted to go. Haiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I do want to go ~ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-6777053459487718816?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6777053459487718816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=6777053459487718816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6777053459487718816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6777053459487718816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3508447378529715710</id><published>2009-07-27T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:18:13.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy am I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bugis Junction with Shumei today. Intended to buy what I didn't last week. But again, I didn't buy anything. I rather wait than get something I don't really like or is too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We combed Bugis Junction, Bugis street and then Sim Lim square. Lunch was Sakae buffet. After that, I went to meet Dave at SMU and we had some dinner together. My feet hurt ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of searching for nice bag and shoes. Those there are are either too expensive or too ugly. Looking forward to a day of slacking tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3508447378529715710?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3508447378529715710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3508447378529715710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3508447378529715710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3508447378529715710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-am-i-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-3454596020592879872</id><published>2009-07-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:40:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm haven't had the time to get a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to NECare Centre, they said my computer had some sort of software corruption so need to reformat. In the end it's a problem with the first reformat I did when I first got it. They gave me a 64 bit cd but my com uses 32 bit cd. This kind of simple thing also can't do properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I dropped off my computer at home I went to Plaza Singapura to do some shopping and also check out the Yamaha classes. Lol when I got there I didn't have the guts to sign up =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by FairPrice on the way home. Ah was so tired. Hmm. I had wanted to go library today but I forgot about it. I guess I'll go tomorrow. Everytime face TV or computer will get headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of joining some kind of gym. I regret it that I didn't join when Sher asked if I wanted to. Now she's working I doubt she has time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diploma results in 25 days. 25 days left to tell my dad that I'm not going for the convocation ceremony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-3454596020592879872?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/3454596020592879872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=3454596020592879872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3454596020592879872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/3454596020592879872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmm-havent-had-time-to-get-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233831119440677014.post-6861081872880634425</id><published>2009-07-21T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:19:09.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha. It's time to start blogging again ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been making an effort not to stay inside the 4 walls of my bedroom all day. I met up with Jon a few days ago for dinner. On that day was actually my younger sister's 17th birthday, and there was a poh piah party at her place. My mom forgot to inform me but I went over anyway for awhile before I left to meet Jon at Bugis. She was pretty disappointed I couldn't stay but I already made plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Fish 'n Co =p talk about wasting money. But it was so filling and so good.. I eat there once in a few months anyway. We talked more than we ate. After dinner we got ourselves a bottle of heogegen-whatever and started a slow walk to clarke quay. There, we sat by the river and continued to talk. It was a good evening. Time flew by us. Next thing I know, it was midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met with Shuuuumei. The "am I fat" girl. LOL. I had to get shoes and a present for my friend. I went all the way to Tampines cuz got three malls there. Yaaaaawnz. So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought more stuff than usual and spent more than I intended to spend. In the end I didn't buy what I went for. Because what shoe I like she dun like, what she like I dun like. Still say I got auntie taste. But I had such a good time. Starbucks hazelnut ice blended coffee, the warm sun and my sec 4 best friend. What could be better? I had forgotten when was the last time I was this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go out again later. So tired. The stupid NEC com of mine distrupted my original plans. I just wanted to go to Bugis library, then to Plaza Sing then to IKEA but now I need to bring the com to the service centre. Man are they gonna get an earful from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound card got problem, network connection got problem, display got problem, and yesterday the com crash. Kaoz. I got sai luck when it comes to new coms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking if I should go out. All that trouble just for a present, and I also don't know if it will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233831119440677014-6861081872880634425?l=m-ichi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/feeds/6861081872880634425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233831119440677014&amp;postID=6861081872880634425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6861081872880634425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233831119440677014/posts/default/6861081872880634425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-ichi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>michtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029356721285751665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
