<?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-27966247</id><updated>2011-09-21T21:02:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing In This Coloured World Of Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2739346521189475896</id><published>2011-04-25T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:33:27.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality, seems the most unreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life is deceiving really, it leads you down one path, and shows you all the signs that convinces you everything is going to be okay. And then like some sadistic child with an ant farm, life pulls the rug out from under your feet and leaves you wondering how it pulled such a fast one on you. The worst kind leaves you helpless and hopeless, forced to accept whatever it throws at you. Annoyed and enraged you may be with the cards at hand, the twist of cruel fate. I could almost smirk. You could be walking down a path, the sun shining and the sky is as blue as a robin's egg and the next it hits you like a locomotive travelling at top speed and everything changes. Is this why they say its always the calmest before a storm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All the world's a stage and the men and women merely players. Do we get to choose our script? Who chooses our set? Who is our audience? And while I firmly believe that we are masters of our own fate. This time I feel like a puppet. Not an actor, not a master, but a puppet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Shocked (well, not entirely), disappointed, numb, fearful, lost and in denial. Those are a few words I could use to describe how I feel. But you know what, at a loss for words would probably be quite apt as well. My thoughts are sporadic, they jump from question to question, to some which I don't even want to hear an answer. To some, I know the answer, but reject. To some, I chide myself for asking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;To every beginning, there must be an end. While we can't very much help how we begin our story, we can choose the fashion in which we end. I advocate living life to the fullest. But how do people deal with the knowledge of an impending end? It is a painful waiting game we play. Do not be mistaken, I accept the idea of an end to a start, but today... Not today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;But I know i'll keep on hoping till the end. I believe in miracles. I do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2739346521189475896?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2739346521189475896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2739346521189475896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2739346521189475896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2739346521189475896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2011/04/reality-seems-most-unreal.html' title='Reality, seems the most unreal.'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8230392092344616029</id><published>2011-01-20T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:18:14.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She works hard for her mooo-ney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wazzap folksies??? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I should be so sad now that my off day has come to an end. But I simply refuse to get some sleep, because I feel like staying up is my way of "extending" the day. Which in truth is completely delusional on my part. But anyway, staying up has brought me here, and here I am updating my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ever since I started work, I have realised several things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1. Money is difficult to come by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- I mean, I have always known that everyone works hard for money. But I work 6 days a week. Talk about invasion of personal time! I'm a minimal wage worker, because I just graduated from JC. I will never underestimate the importance of qualifications anymore... Yes, i know that in an ideal world everyone would have equal opportunities to climb the career ladder, however in the real world, perceptions, biased opinions and prejudiced views are nearly impossible to change. (I have yet to change any...) Trust me, I am an idealist too, however, we all live in the real world, and I guess we all just have to keep floating on. On a side note, I will however attempt to make my lil world as ideal as possible, if the world is as tainted as it is, the least I can do is to make mine as ideal as possible (I'm talking about the things within our control such as friends and family) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2. I am insanely high-maintenance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Again, this is not something I don't know. But I shocked myself, with my own expenses and with the cost of living and standard of living I wish to sustain. This brings me back to the point where I have to work extra hard to make myself happy! Looking at my situation now, its really not a bad thing to be served a slice of reality pie. At least now I know what to expect. I'm gonna pull up my socks in university! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, such dreary subjects I have rambled above. Time for something cheery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My room, is gonna look quite different by the end of this month! :D I'm getting a new set of drawers! :D This means that I will have added storage space, and my room is gonna look a lot better! YAY! Place to store my stocks, my unused notes and books (you never know when you'll need em as long as you're still studying), and perhaps I'll store some of my "barang barang" in there (funky, and sentimental but completely impractical gifts and souvenirs I have accumulated over the years. And maybe I'll finally have a place to store my bags and I can finally use the bottom rack of my closet! *excited!!!* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alrights, I think I'm ready to make a trip to lalaland now. Nights people! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S It's my b'day soon!!! :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;carebears? apple giftcards? sephora giftcards? M.A.C giftcards? Vouchers?&lt;/span&gt; :D ALL ARE WELCOME!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8230392092344616029?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8230392092344616029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8230392092344616029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8230392092344616029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8230392092344616029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-works-hard-for-her-mooo-ney.html' title='She works hard for her mooo-ney'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-336535461511515573</id><published>2010-12-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:16:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas...</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS IS COMINGGGGG!!!! *squeals* so excitingggg!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I got my early christmas prezzies from Angelia n Sulynn today!!! YAYA!!! Christmas came early... :D I'm so happy! They got me things I really like! :D&lt;br /&gt;I got my first Shu Uemura item from Angelia!!! YIPEE! I just wish my paycheck would come now, so I could get better prezzies for them... But I did get prezzies for them, and I hope they like them... I'm so uber broke right now... I owe Sulynn quite a bit of moolah, but she's so nice, she's only gonna "loan shark" me after I get my paycheck... HEE HEE... :D maybe i should give her more of the cupcakes I baked... :D Yeap, I BAKED cupcakes!!! With ICING TOO!!! :D Orange icing... MMMMM.... My favourite... HAHAHA, the funny thing is I baked with 2 guys... Usually people bake with girls, but I apparently found myself 2 very domesticated boys...HAHAHA... I'm not complaining though, they are a great help in the kitchen!!! And they both did a great job baking too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly stressed, I have to get one more prezzie by tomorrow, and I'm broke to the CORE... Also I'm making pasta for Christmas Day, I hope people like it... :/ There are people I don't know too well coming for my annual family Christmas lunch, however, they can always eat my aunt's awesome Turkey and Ham!!! What an authentic Christmas lunch right?! HAHAHA... I'm proud to say that I enjoy such a feast once a year!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-336535461511515573?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/336535461511515573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=336535461511515573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/336535461511515573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/336535461511515573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas.html' title='X&apos;mas...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-1143250713721972736</id><published>2010-12-10T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:01:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>It's been about 2 weeks since the A-levels ended. Feels as if I've done so much already. :) Then of course I go back home and into my room,  gaze at the mountain of unfolded clothes, and the population of dust bunnies on my floor, then I realise, actually I haven't done much at all! All I've been doing is running around outside my home. I really need to get the mess sorted out, before I start work! I can't really believe that I've just finished A-levels, attended prom, and now I'm going to start working within a week! Where did my holidays go?! Oh well... :) Hopefully after work and before University I'll go on a tiny trip. Maybe to Hong Kong! :) Or Australia... :) I want to experience some cold weather! Whatever it is, I want to earn some money first! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some of the many prom pictures, before I head out. :) Jared is coming over tonight! *Excited!!!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHAkCSXBlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fBueF4VRUyY/s1600/156607_464657388151_747358151_5508353_2253187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHAkCSXBlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fBueF4VRUyY/s400/156607_464657388151_747358151_5508353_2253187_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548927941218862674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHAj_OtTMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dFIZAfGj7TE/s1600/150576_464984416438_746361438_5645692_1985374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHBp-B82bI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mnmCSv4_uCs/s400/DSC05402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548929142667139506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHBpSfrPQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/4SfuL_Jj4U0/s1600/DSC05400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHBpSfrPQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/4SfuL_Jj4U0/s400/DSC05400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548929130980654338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-1143250713721972736?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/1143250713721972736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=1143250713721972736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1143250713721972736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1143250713721972736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/12/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TQHAkCSXBlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fBueF4VRUyY/s72-c/156607_464657388151_747358151_5508353_2253187_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3971961953783510776</id><published>2010-11-27T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:58:43.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking The High Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I met someone today, who has really taught me that some things are truly out of my hands. There must be evil for good to exist, there must be the night to give rise to day, so it really isn't my place to correct some people, especially if they are simply stubborn narcissistic and are plain trouble makers for digging up the past. It wasn't easy to just take a deep breath and let go. But it is lighter and easier than bearing a grudge for the years to come. Besides getting my feathers all ruffled up for such people, really isn't worth it. Some people are simply born without a heart or conscience. To them, there is take but no give, fault but no responsibility to take, the right to push the blame but no ability to take the blame, the instinct to forgive themselves but an inability to forgive others, the vision to see things from their own perspectives but are blind to see from that of others, there is assumption but no understanding, but worst of all, there is me myself &amp;amp; I but no you, them or others. Ask not what a relationship can give you, but what you can give to the relationship (yes so i mutilated the quote a little hahaha) A relationship is not measured by what you get, but by the amount of love involved. And love cannot be quantified. If a relationship is right, things will fall into place, little force is needed, for both parties will come willingly. As much as I am sad for you that your relationship ended badly, but I hope you find within you the ability to let go and forgive, maybe even to consider the feelings of others. But as they say, a leopard never changes its spots. So I shall care a little less, and rejoice in what I have. Dwell not on the negative and relish in the positive. Be a little more grateful, there is always something to be grateful about we just have to open our eyes. This is me taking the high road. Some people, just simply have nothing better to do, its just so sad for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"We should be too big to take offense and too noble to give it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"The time is always right to do the right thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"The high road is always respected. Honesty and integrity are always rewarded."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Scott Hamilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Taking the high road is usually not the easy one to take or the most popular. The low road seems to offer instant satisfaction. It may seem better for the moment, but if you compromise you principles and your integrity, it will always end up costing you far more in the long run."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy Cox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"When things go wrong or circumstances are created beyond your control, don’t waste valuable time blaming others for what happened. Shift your attention from what is wrong to what the situation will look like in the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy Cox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3971961953783510776?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3971961953783510776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3971961953783510776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3971961953783510776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3971961953783510776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/11/taking-high-road.html' title='Taking The High Road'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-657625775769069443</id><published>2010-11-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:03:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Close I Can Almost Taste It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey peeps!&lt;div&gt;Isn't it strange how I am really feeling the christmas cheer this year? All the festive shebang! Maybe because freedom is so close!!! Just literally a couple of days away... After which I can go start/continue/complete all my projects!!! AHHH~ Freedom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already started listing down the stuff I'm looking forward to do... And that list is getting pretty long, but amongst the many to-dos are quite a few typical ones, like dye my hair, get my drivers license, watch Lion King, get a job etc etc... I'm sure you get the idea... Then there is the atypical, like START A BUSINESS!!! Heck yeahhh! You heard me, I'm gonna get a teensy weeny lil business going, from my mega gigantic big idea... HAHAHA... Gonna dabble in the stuff I love~~~ Turn my passion into a lean mean money making machine! TRALALA~ HAHAHA... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say that the past weeks have been easy, plenty of hair pulling, head scratching, heart gripping, and teeth chattering moments... Who thought the A-levels could be so traumatizing? That is why I have to pass my A-levels oh-so-bad, because I will literally have nightmares if I had to retake them... Ahh~ If only I knew what i know now, I would have started seeking psychiatric help for trauma ages before I entered JC... I know, you probably guessed I would say that I would have gone to Polytechnic. But nah, I know I wouldn't have the discipline to study and survive on my own there, I'm definitely one who needs a good kick in the rear to get me going, and Poly, well it's just too independent over there... Plus JC really makes you hardy. I would liken JC to be a pestle and mortar, and JC students to be the poor little soybeans that get grounded to a paste... Those poor beans wouldn't even know what hit them... HAHAHA... But then the soybeans get purified, and made into healthy nutritious soya bean milk! (do you even get my point? I know I think in weird ways but thats just me) As Yug and I aptly described it, JC teaches one that life can't be all smooth sailing, we all gotta fail sometime, and when you fail (which you WILL inevitably in JC), JC will teach you to laugh at your failures, then you try again, but then you'll fail AGAIN, then JC teaches you to laugh even more... To the point where you work to fail, then fail to laugh... Hey at least we're all laughing... Then you get so immune to failing, it just stops affecting you so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying its a good thing. But I would say it was for me, because I really never used to be able to accept it when I failed. Then when I got to JC suddenly I was getting single digits... Imagine the shock... I was the kind of person who wouldn't even be able to skip a question if I didn't know how to do it, the thought of it simply gnawed at me from the inside. But now, I would say I wouldn't be all melodramatic if I failed... Hey, that's just a part of life... Plus you can't keep failing forever... Rather fail now, then fail later at something major right? HAHAA, so yup, I think I've failed enough for now, I better pass my A's! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh, and dear secret santa I'd really appreciate it if you got me this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TOf_NHcCplI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ir_N4MS9ZW4/s1600/ninalove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TOf_NHcCplI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ir_N4MS9ZW4/s400/ninalove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541678467302729298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trust me, it smells awesome... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-657625775769069443?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TOf_NHcCplI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ir_N4MS9ZW4/s72-c/ninalove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4826476208535330585</id><published>2010-11-04T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:02:59.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There's something bout the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the street looks when its just rained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;theres a glow off the pavement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you walk me to the car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and you know i wanna ask you to dance right there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in the middle of the parking lot yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we're driving down the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i wonder if you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm trying so hard not to get caught up now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but you're just so cool run your hands through your hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;absentmindedly making me want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and i don't know how it gets better than this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; you take my hand and drag me head first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; fearless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and i don't know why but with you i dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in a storm in my best dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So baby drive slow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;till we run out of road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in the one horse town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i wanna stay right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in this passenger seat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you put your eyes on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in this moment now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;capture it, remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cause I don't know how, it gets better than this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you take my hand and drag me head first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fearless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and I don't know why, but with you I'd dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in a storm in my best dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well you stood there with me in my doorway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my handshake, I'm not usually this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you pull me in, and I'm a little more brave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;its the first kiss, its flawless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;really something, its,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cause I don't know how, it gets better than this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you take my hand and drag me headfirst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I don't know why, but with you I'd dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in a storm in my best dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fearless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4826476208535330585?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4826476208535330585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4826476208535330585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4826476208535330585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4826476208535330585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/11/fearless.html' title='Fearless'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-1476785291756740982</id><published>2010-11-02T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:11:01.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage is not the absence of fear, it is acting in spite of it.</title><content type='html'>YAGHHHSSSS!!! Its so near its so near, omggg its so near... &lt;div&gt;*SCREAMSSSS* *RUNS AROUND* *FREAK OUT* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BANG INTO WALL* -------------------------------------------------------------------&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-levels.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced Levels... (/&gt;.&lt;\) Whyyyy ADVANCED... I'm not ADVANCED.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-LEVELS.... OMITIANS.... I don't know anyone now who doesn't just wanna tear out their hair and cease to exist till after the A-levels... (except maybe those who don't take the A's... J1's... (x.x))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't help that everywhere around me, I see shops preparing for CHRISTMAS!!! OMGGooodnesss! It's NOVEMBER!!! Stop tempting meeeeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh wells, at least I've got my PEPPERMINT MOCHA to accompany me... STARBUCKS is my saviour!!! Will anyone please get me the starbucks card??? :D PUEEEZEEEE??? Along with that maybe TAYLOR SWIFTS new album... And maybe some M.A.C products??? :D I'd be eternally grateful to you for injecting a bit of sunshine into my despair... And reminding me of my purpose in life... (yea... MAC + TAYLOR SWIFT+ STARBUCKS) :/ okayy, maybe not exactly my purpose in life, but certainly my kind of smelling salts! TEE HEE HEE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just looking forward to my time AFTER the A's... When I can finally get down to business doing things I've been waiting a helluva long time to do... Room Revamp!!! Driving Lessons!!! Temp Job!!! (it'll be nice to earn some moolahh) I wanna pick up a new skill too... Preferably like a new language, dance, drumming lessons, or some makeup artistry... I think makeup artistry is the way to go... Appeals the most to me, plus if I'm good enough, it can probably earn me some bucks along the way... ^^ HOKAYSSS, back to Chemistry! Knock the day dreamer out of me for now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-1476785291756740982?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/1476785291756740982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=1476785291756740982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1476785291756740982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1476785291756740982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/11/courage-is-not-absence-of-fear-it-is.html' title='Courage is not the absence of fear, it is acting in spite of it.'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8610806516272279774</id><published>2010-09-18T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:23:14.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Me!</title><content type='html'>You know, everytime I blog it seems like 70% of the posts are due to some kind of academic fiasco. So here's the disclaimer, my life does NOT just consist of studying okayy??? It's just that academics are probably what everyone can empathize with... ^^ So true, if you are a biology student in a certain someone's class... =.= Anyhoo, week 1 of my prelims are over. Don't ask. It's been one hell of a week. And no, I'm not being pessimistic, I go into the exam halls pumped and ready to tackle the exam paper like it's my worst enemy okay? (actually I don't know why I said like, it probably is my worst enemy right now... ) But okayyy, that's like totally beside the point... It's approaching one month since I last posted, so I figured hey what the heck, lets take some time to post here, I can afford at least THAT much time... Plus i get to tinkle around on my baby darling macbook so hands up for killing 2 birds with one stone... or finger... (??!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I do better for my prelims than I did for my JCT's... I mean I'm happy with my JCT results, but hey, I don't wanna be getting those grades in my A-Levels man! Given that I threw my GP grades out the window when I misread the qns... Zzzz, I'm so unimpressed with myself right now... HAHAHA... GP was my first paper, and omigosh it takes a lot of determination and drive to sweep the issue under the mat and not let it affect your other papers! But oh well, I gotta do what I gotta do right? Math taught me that my GP grades and my Biology grades are mutually exclusive events! So, I shall not let GP affect Biology! ^^ HAHAH... Meanwhile I have to catch up on some ZZZs and fun this weekend! I'd probably end up stalking cover artists on youtube like YUGGIE... Or research on hotel rates and check in ages for prom... (*cheshire cat grin*) You know, maybe I've been a Simmer for too long (SIMMER not SINNER!, although I'm not denying that either... &gt;.&lt;) I tend to view needs in little bars similar to those in Sims... When you need something the level in that bar goes really low and turns red? Right now thats my fun bar. So I'm off to have some fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish there was a way to combine fun with sleep... Fun dreams? Sounds pretty cool! I could play sims in my dream... Ohh wait, that would be like inception... Which by the way is a really good movie that everyone should watch, along with Gattaca, and the Blind Side... (no, those movies are unrelated and do not even belong in the same category, but are just simply great movies to watch!) So alright now, have I given you a thorough peek into my mental state now? Borderline crazy and fun-deprived isn't it? ^^ I'm off to stop complaining and into the warm welcoming arms of Fun now. Hasta La Bista BABEH! &lt;--- is that how you spell it? GLEN??! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8610806516272279774?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8610806516272279774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8610806516272279774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8610806516272279774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8610806516272279774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-me.html' title='Watch Me!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-956595955756026574</id><published>2010-08-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:13:10.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Just Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TG1GzRIOZrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PnniBzneysU/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TG1GxWdliuI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6ysjr-PfQTo/s1600/38778_420142092405_618647405_4928308_76293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You can't turn love on and off... Love just is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;re's a lil shout out to the loves in my life! When i say i love you, I really do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;And hardly anything can or will change the way i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Love can't be turned on or off, you can't just start loving someone because you decide to, and you can't stop loving someone because you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;If love were that easy, then it wouldn't be love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Because love is unconditional, love is accepting and forgiving, but love is also guiding and nurturing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Love will not make you err, but it will support you despite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Because we love, we can't stop caring, and we can't just walk away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;This is why love hurts, but yet love is worth every tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Tears of happiness, and tears of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;For without love, there would be no compassion, no motivation, no humanity and no passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Love is a strange thing, love is also power or energy or a driving force for some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;You can't turn love on and off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Love just is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TG1GzRIOZrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PnniBzneysU/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TG1GxWdliuI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6ysjr-PfQTo/s400/38778_420142092405_618647405_4928308_76293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507135733001194210" style="display: block; 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I've fallen in love with the cutest guy ever!!! He's my heartthrob and he's my lil darling.... A little piece of wonder all in himself... I could stare at him all day, watch his reactions and listen to the gentle noises he makes. Watch him discover the world around him, and squirm and struggle against our hold. Rest assured knowing he is cosy and warm, wrapped up in a comfy blanket. Witness him frown, smile, or get annoyed with our constant fussing. The most precious, innocent, pure being I've ever seen. Yes, I opened up a lil corner in my heart just for him, I love him, and he hasn't even had to do anything to deserve my love, but yet he does all the same. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TGqv91dqYcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/EkaJYSM-RbU/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TGqv91dqYcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/EkaJYSM-RbU/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506406971272225218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TGqv9pEJJ2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pI_dyekyq9o/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TGqv9pEJJ2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pI_dyekyq9o/s400/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506406967943964514" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TFggEeqqY6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/BqjFh6iywt8/s400/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+15.30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501182206156628898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TFggEJPAw-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/qZG3iW_X4ew/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+15.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TFggEJPAw-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/qZG3iW_X4ew/s400/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+15.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501182200403510242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BALUKOOO!!!! *MUACKS!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4498175405864729568?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4498175405864729568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4498175405864729568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4498175405864729568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4498175405864729568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/08/camwhoring.html' title='Camwhoring!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TFgg6c6Zo_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/g-oNcSFwcUU/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+15.45+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6479028851245084129</id><published>2010-07-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:44:33.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me A Little Time</title><content type='html'>No time!!! No time!!! No time for anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS SO BORING!!! Just living it, makes me wanna sleep! ZZZZZZ &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting thing that has happened so far is the fact that I busted my phone bill... Which is slightly comforting in the sense that at least I still have some form of a social life... ERGHS! I'm so jealous of SHERRI BALUKOO GOH! and SOLEIL POOT MAHANI! (&lt;--- Sorry I just had to put your last name too) Maybe I should retain too, since I'm so unprepared for the darn A levels... I realised that that I cannot adapt to life in a new school in 2 years... It took me 3 in Cedar, so maybe if I retained, it would be just nice ehh? GRAWRRR... *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a blindfolded person running around aimlessly in a never ending race... WELL, maybeee not THAAT never ending, it will be over by the end of this year... But I'll just admit it, I'm TOO PLAYFUL, and TOO EASILY DISTRACTED!!! I don't think I'm a typical Singaporean student type material... :/ I try, but I feel like a hamster running on a wheel... I'm not going anywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did watch DESPICABLE ME though!!! WAHAHAHA!!! BEST MOVIE EVER!!! It's heartwarming, and the minions, somehow remotely remind me of myself... And well maybe a bit of BALUKOO... HAHAHA!!! Random, no-link type comments are just such a turn on... O.o OMGG I truly am going mad... Take for instance my new favourite smell... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TExNbDI6-PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/64v1mXVe-Rg/s1600/boss-cologne-hugo-boss-eau-toilette-spray-grey-box-men555792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TExNbDI6-PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/64v1mXVe-Rg/s400/boss-cologne-hugo-boss-eau-toilette-spray-grey-box-men555792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497854372207065330" &lt;br /&gt;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokies, enough nervous breakdown type rambling for now... Chill high strung girl... Tick tock tick tock... &lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone will understand this psychotic post... O.o hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6479028851245084129?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6479028851245084129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6479028851245084129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6479028851245084129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6479028851245084129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/07/give-me-little-time.html' title='Give Me A Little Time'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TExNbDI6-PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/64v1mXVe-Rg/s72-c/boss-cologne-hugo-boss-eau-toilette-spray-grey-box-men555792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2371301518417235924</id><published>2010-07-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:39:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archery??? Or maybe not... :P</title><content type='html'>Okayy, I give up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blogger... And that's what I do! When I'm bored, or I have something to share, I BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't wanna blog about this, and it's about time I gave all you guys a little update... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TDXwrSihdyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uDkpdCf7nNs/s1600/P1050505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TDXwrSihdyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uDkpdCf7nNs/s400/P1050505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491559947149866786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSEYE baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Yi Min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2371301518417235924?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2371301518417235924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2371301518417235924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2371301518417235924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2371301518417235924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/07/archery-or-maybe-not-p.html' title='Archery??? Or maybe not... :P'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/TDXwrSihdyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uDkpdCf7nNs/s72-c/P1050505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8226361581416068407</id><published>2010-07-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:11:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Fevah!</title><content type='html'>You know what?? I should have just supported GERMANY like my gut told me to... DAMNIT!!! Just cos Ballack is no longer playing is no reason for me to switch sides to supporting Argentina... Those Germans are good!!! Goodness me... Plus those German players look mighty fine to me too! HAHAHA... Plus i got to catch a glimpse of Ballack in the stands too! Whoots whoot!!! But oh, look how you've aged... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you must have inferred by now, that I've caught a bit of the World Cup bug... In fact, I had one of the happiest nights I've had in a long time last night at Chloe's house with Chloe, Yan, Reuben, Ying Tai, Yuan Song and Yug. Although I didn't sleep, and although I wasn't exactly say in tip top health, I had SO MUCH FUN!!! World cup match, then Tennis match, then World cup again... Whilst entertaining ourselves during breaks with mahjong, taitee, poker and bridge. Then of course being disturbed over and over again by mischievous Pig... :D  Macdonalds at 3 in the morning? Who cares?? :D This was all topped off with lots of camwhoring... Who the heck takes 204 pictures in one night??! After uploading them to FB, I'm officially declaring war on tagging... You people! TAG YOURSELVES!!! grrrr.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker was of course needless to say, EPIC... We weren't using real money, so Chloe and Reuben were of course exploiting that fact, just throwing "money" on to the table for fun... And when "money" ran out, they "STOLE"!!! HAHAHAH!!! They would just say "ALL IN!" and put in 2 poker chips... 2???! And they wouldn't hesistate putting in more "stolen money" because as Reuben said "Nvm, no more can just take!".... HAHAHAHHA!!!! &gt;.&lt; You people are prime candidates for the gambling rehabilitation program man!!! BTW, we NEED proper poker chips! Those poker chips just made me wanna win more, so I had more chips to throw at Ying Tai for insulting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite evidently, I'm not wasting any time after JCTs to party, after this weekend, life will go back to being it's usual boring self... Honestly... I'm not thrilled at all... But whatever it is, keep breathing and we'll get through! I'm going back to making the most of the post-JCT period now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8226361581416068407?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8226361581416068407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8226361581416068407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8226361581416068407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8226361581416068407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-fevah.html' title='World Cup Fevah!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4300639625096234492</id><published>2010-06-29T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:42:38.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me out of here!!!</title><content type='html'>Help!!!&lt;div&gt;Day 2 of JCT's!!! HELP!!! I want to pengsan!!! &lt;---- Faint! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know some people think decisions are made depending on whether you decide to follow your heart or your mind? Let me tell you something, sometimes there are more than 2 contenders! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like right now... There are 3!!! My mind, my heart, and my conscience!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind says : I'm too tired to study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart says: Go play! You need a break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My conscience says: You need to study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me... Who do I listen to? If one is the devil, it would be my heart, if one was the angel it would be my conscience... So what does that leave my mind? What do you get when you cross an angel with a devil? An anvil??! O.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so disheartening... The chemistry MCQ paper, I came out thinking heyy, not baddd... Then I cross referenced my answers to those mad-ass chem worshippers, and I realised I'm screwed... For tuesday's Bio paper, it was the WORST bio paper I have ever taken!!! Why did they test us so intensively on lipids and proteins??! The very precise chapters I didn't study.... Why??? Because I was busy with other mind boggling topics like respiration and diversity and evolution! Seriously? Why do we need to know how your genetic makeup helps preserve variation??! *bangs head on wall* And then there was today's Econs paper, as if it helps matters that econs is the very subject that I suck the most at! This was honestly the neatest economics paper I ever handed in, because I had nothing to write! What is a boom-bust thingy??? HAHAHA... But I guess ohh wells, at least I wrote something... 1 mark is better than 0! Not that I'm aiming for 1 mark, but i think you get my point! HAHAHAH.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my random rambling! I guess I've got quite a lot of issues with exams... HAHAHA... To think I just sat for MCTs, now JCTs, next prelims and then A-Levels itself... 4 rounds of major examinations in a year... The life of a student in Singapore is a sad sad one... But heyy, if people can do it, so can I! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love studying... I love learning... I love mugging... I love memorising... I love school..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHA! Who am I kidding?! My bed has never looked so enticing before... What happened to the days when I thought sleeping was a complete waste of time?! Boo hoo hoo!!! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh wells, one foot ahead of the other and I'm MOVING ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au Revoir! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4300639625096234492?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4300639625096234492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4300639625096234492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4300639625096234492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4300639625096234492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-me-out-of-here.html' title='Get me out of here!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5279399981911179508</id><published>2010-06-07T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:22:12.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post of June!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally managed to sneak in some time to post, while my study checklist is being printed... So, nothings been of much urgency for me to post so far, but I figured i'd better write a little something here, before people assume this blog is dead... HAHAHA... Although I predict that for much of this year, it will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My archery competition was yesterday, for those who wished me good luck, thank you so much sweethearts, I'm sure it helped somehow on the field... For those who didn't because you were too blur, well now you do! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I'm very happy with TJC Archery Team's results, we're a young team, and we've only been training for 3 months, being able to produce such results, is hope, promise and inspiration all in one. I don't feel like posting our results here, because I'd prefer if you'd ask any of us personally, I do not think writing does our joy and pride for TJC Archery any justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The archery competition yesterday, marked a milestone in ,TJC's history, the team members' history and certainly in mine. It would be impossible to forget the journey we took to get this far. I can only hope, that in time, TJC Archery will grow even more, with added support from the school, because right now we have close to zip. It is awfully difficult for the 7 of us, to persevere on, and push past the many challenges posed to us, due to distracting basic issues like funding. This only makes our performance yesterday that much more amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the end of the competition however, it means we all have to hit the books. Me more than anyone else. Yet, the warmth of the Archery family, and the many treasured memories we've created together will linger on, and provide me with many heartwarming experiences to savor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotsa love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5279399981911179508?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5279399981911179508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5279399981911179508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5279399981911179508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5279399981911179508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-of-june.html' title='The Post of June!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8275791143882757228</id><published>2010-04-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:07:38.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congestion</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd consecutive CRAZED week in a row... I am going out of my head!!! There never seems to be enough hours in a day! And even if there were more hours in a day, I wouldn't have had enough hours to sleep at night to keep me up the whole day. To put it simply, I feel like I'm caught in a tornado, and we just keep spinning, around and around and around and around... DIZZIEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lucky for me, there is a glimmer of hope on the horizon, Labour Day... Ohh gosh, please let me have a couple of nights worth of good uninterrupted sleep... Trust me, I need it. And contrary to popular belief that I'm up all night watching youTube, Facebooking or watching the teevee, I am actually chionging homework alright? In fact this is probably the first time this whole week, I'm actually laying hands on my laptop. So yes, this is when I say "The madness ensues" By the time I actually am done, or half done with my homework, I am too drained to even drag myself to the toilet to brush my teeth! But don't worry, I am pretty anal about oral hygiene, so I do brush my teeth, put on my retainers and make the arduous trip back to my room, and attempt the treacherous climb up to my bed. Before you know it, it's morning and you're back racing against time... Isn't it strange how we spend the best hours of our day unconscious? (a.k.a sleeping?) Ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however during this week, find the time to realise something. Singaporeans, Kiasu &gt; spatial awareness. You know how personal space, is important? If you don't just watch any programme on Animal Planet. You'll see how the person who invades an animal's territory is the one that gets eaten? That's how important personal space is. However when it comes to buses in Singapore, we seem to be more concerned with packing ourselves like sardines than to personal space... This is when it gets kinda gross. I placed my hand on the railing, for the sole purpose of lending myself some balance, and that is what the railing is for. The railing is NOT for you to lean on! Especially when someone's hand in already on the railing! You do NOT lean on the hand! This person not only leaned on my hand, she placed her butt on my hand. Ohh gee, I do NOT want to molest anyone, and definitely NOT her... Needless to say I was extremely grossed out... So I moved away... Unfortunately the person standing next to me wasn't too fantastic either... He reached up for the hand rail, and left me standing right next to his armpit... Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, he burped... A nice long dinner scented burp... Ohhh boyyy.... Don't you just love crowded buses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8275791143882757228?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8275791143882757228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8275791143882757228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8275791143882757228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8275791143882757228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/04/congestion.html' title='Congestion'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3851755263934226693</id><published>2010-04-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:32:12.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Hey banditos... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings been happening lately... Thats probably cos I sold my life away... The only day I'm free is actually monday... Even my weekends are so packed with activities!!! (okayy maybe that kinda counts for a life, but it doesn't leave me anytime for relaxing... and relaxing is what I call a LIFE!) HAHAHHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets just share the joy shall we? I'm here to tell those who do not already know, that I got an A for PW!!! All my sweat, blood, hardwork and mumbling of profanities under my breath paid off!!! To my beloved PW group, I KNEW WE COULD DO IT!!! Good job guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... Have you ever wondered why people don't like to press the pedestrian crossing button? Does the light change by itself automatically if you don't? I suppose it might, but it would take awfully long wouldn't it? And long just doesn't sit nor fit into the lives of hectic fast paced kaisu Singaporeans right? However the odd thing is despite the emphasis and importance of speed and efficiency to Singaporeans, they seem to neglect or forget to press the pedestrian crossing button for the light to change! So, when are they expecting to cross the road exactly??? Christmas??? Or do they expect people to press it for them? Maybe Singaporeans should take a pedestrians theory test too! Just like how drivers need to take a theory test? HAHAH... Anyway, I noticed this odd behavior that day when I walked out my house to the crossing. There were about 10 people standing on each side of the crossing, and not a SINGLE ONE thought to press the button... I noticed this when I walked INSTINCTIVELY to the button to check that it was pressed... Usually for me even when the button is already pressed I usually still scurry over to give it a little prod. Sure enough the button was not lighted up, indicating that NOBODY had thought to press the button at all! Can you say, unimpressed? HAHAHHA... Ahh wells, it's just one of those odd quirks people have I guess. I'm just happy I'm not one of those people who stand b the roadside for ages before even realising the button is not pressed! HAHAHAA... (&gt;.&lt;) People can be so cute! HAHAHAHAHA....&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/27966247-3851755263934226693?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3851755263934226693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3851755263934226693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3851755263934226693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3851755263934226693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/04/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6608401652626822254</id><published>2010-04-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:50:27.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Ass Blogging!</title><content type='html'>Howdy there cowboys! (well, not literally anyway, but I think you get the point :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;time sensitive&lt;/span&gt; issues out of the way first shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEETHEARTS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SONAM&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLEIL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOSH WHY DO YOUR BIRTHDAYS HAVE TO BE NEXT TO EACH OTHER??? THAT'S KINDA COOL! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LEGAL? DO YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT NOW? I LOVE YA!!! YOU 2 KNOW ME LIKE NO OTHER, YOU READ MY MIND AND HEART, FORGIVE AND ACCOMMODATE MY NUMEROUS ANNOYING HABITS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT AND WHERE I'D BE WITHOUT YOU 2. YOU HAVE KEPT ME SANE THROUGH THE INSANE, HAND IN HAND WE'VE WALKED THROUGH PLENTY. AND I'M THANKFUL I'VE ALWAYS HAD YOU 2 TO COUNT ON. I WISH YOU ONLY THE BEST, AND I CAN ONLY HOPE WE CAN CONTINUE TO "WALK" TOGETHER!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!!! HAVE THE MOST AMAZING 18th BIRTHDAY EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Progressing on to slightly less pressing issues now, FOOD! I am a self professed Ramen Fanatic. Something about bouncy noodles in tasty broth has me hooked line and sinker. I love Ramen!!! For 3 weeks in a row now, I've had Ramen every weekend! Trust me, I'm not even close to complaining yet! Ramen Ramen Ramen!!! Say: RAH-MEN!!! (not "ray man" like some phony accented waiter calls it... =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVIzb7DgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/olfjWAvPVMY/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVIzb7DgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/olfjWAvPVMY/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456556402014883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVJd_XKiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BjAx_eGzNgs/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVJd_XKiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BjAx_eGzNgs/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456556413437815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just last night I ate Black Garlic Ramen (Nantsuttei) for dinner... OMIGOSH it is euphoric! What can be better than pairing lovely garlic with Ramen??? Totally death-licious! Coming up right on it's heels is Tampopo... Their Ramen is drool-worthy too! Making the top 10 Ramen list, I think it deserves that title through and through! As for the 3rd I didn't think was all that fantastic, so unfortunately, I forgot it's name... HEHEHEHH... (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVIcswMzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rIfgiDSgqm4/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVIcswMzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rIfgiDSgqm4/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456556395911459634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was Sunday... On Saturday, Kor, Jie, BIL and I set out for a little edible adventure on our own too! We went to Sunset Grill at Seletar Airbase!!! For uber spicy buffalo wings! (Why they are called buffalo wings baffles me, but who cares?) First we tried level 2 Buffalo Wings are recommended by the critics, but we decided level 2 just wasn't impressive. So Kor wanted to try level 4, but since the normal wings went up to level 10, I decided why not just jump to level 5? So level 5 it was! When we ordered the level 5 wings however, the guy decided to warn us first. He said," You sure??? You ready??? If anything happens to you, the ambulance can't get to you you know??? It's too ulu here!" (That is the harsh truth! That place is so hidden, you felt like you were in a different country!) So we went ahead with the level 5 anyway, not before the guy placed a HUGE jug of water on our table and told us to help ourselves... (&gt;.&lt;) *YIKES!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVHigx5nI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y3W0FPGuJ6o/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVHigx5nI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y3W0FPGuJ6o/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456556380291982962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the wings finally arrived, you could see they were drenched in chilli! Our eyes widened, who was going to take the first wing? Who was going to sacrifice their tongues first? Eventually BIL, took the risk. "Hmm... Not bad" he said. So began our attack on the wings... What we didn't know was, it wasn't the first bite nor any of the bites that packed the punch, it was the after effect of the chilli that threatened our sanity! The chilli burned!!! For a long while after that first bite the burning sensation lingered on our tongues, down our throats and into our stomachs. Kor was chugging water, and half the jug went down his throat. The water probably went in his mouth and came right out his sweat glands though, he was perspiring like a rain cloud! But in the end it was Kor and I who ate the 2 level 5 wings, BIL and Jie called it quits. HAHAHA... I found the burning quite enjoyable! It was SHIOK! I loved the wings! I would go a level or 2 higher if I had people to share the wings with... But of course, I had to pay my dues... Since I was enjoying all that chilli and spice, one would think I would come out unscathed... Unfortunately NO. My long forgotten reaction to really spicy food acted up again, and I was covered rash like red spots! They looked like my blood capillaries exploded from the heat and speckled my face in tiny pools of blood... (pardon the graphic description, I am a Biology student afterall) Luckily, all that was needed was some coconut juice and water to remedy the rash, and I left Sunset Grill intact! We were left pondering what all that chilli would do to our digestive system after that though... HEEHEE... I'm unaffected, I don't know about the rest though... (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6608401652626822254?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6608401652626822254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6608401652626822254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6608401652626822254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6608401652626822254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-your-ass-blogging.html' title='Get Your Ass Blogging!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S7mVIzb7DgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/olfjWAvPVMY/s72-c/IMG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-1579564818324364466</id><published>2010-03-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:55:12.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCTS...</title><content type='html'>I'm ALIVEEE!!! *said in the MUSHU from MULAN way*&lt;br /&gt;I survived MCTS! Temporarily anyway! But who cares! A well deserved break awaits me tomorrow! :D While everyone has some form of CCA tomorrow I don't! What a treat! :D I'm gonna kick back my heels and relax! Rotting is a privilege! I'm absolutely exhausted mentally now though, its barely even 10pm and I feel like my eyelids weigh a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost late for my Math paper today though... I woke up at 7.05 a.m in a frenzy and began to dash around the house getting ready for school. What a way to start the day I'm supposed to be taking a paper on my most feared subject... (=.=) Not fun... I repeat, NOT FUN... Luckily I met a very nice cab driver who got me to school early despite waking up late... She played Michael Jackson songs in the cab, which oddly calmed me down and put me in a relatively good mood for school. Was it luck? Whatever it was, I'm pretty happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, I got really drenched when I was walking from Parkway to the bus stop though... I was supposed to meet Sherri, but when it was time for me to leave Parkway, the sky decided to rain on my parade! It's a Sherri thing... She makes the sky cry... HAHAHAH! I made it to the bus stop eventually... It was then, when I was staring at the bus stop, that I realised that there  was an alternative pathway from Parkway to the bus stop... One which was SHELTERED... (=.=) I was utterly not impressed I say... NOT IMPRESSED... HAHHAHAAH!!! Truth be told though, I find it quite funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, I'm going to give my bed a reunion celebration.... Seeya! (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-1579564818324364466?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/1579564818324364466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=1579564818324364466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1579564818324364466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1579564818324364466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/03/mcts.html' title='MCTS...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2097791522369206098</id><published>2010-03-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:20:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The March "Holidays"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greetings! *Peace Sign* (Like what Andrew Chai used to do) (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RENA-NA-NA-NA-NA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STAY PRETTY, SWEET &amp;amp; FUNNY ALWAYS!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT BIRTHDAY ALTHOUGH YOU WERE AT CAMP!!! THE EIGHTS MISS YOU!!! AND YOU OWE US A TRIP TO YOUR NEW HOUSE!!! WE MUST MEET UP SOON KAY??? YOU HAVE LOTS TO UPDATE US ON!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!! Another one has turned 18! Thats 3 down and 5 more to go! Sex-citing shizz!!! HAHAHH..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, now on to the teeny tiny things that flavoured my week... TEEHEEHEE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've met with the realisation that LEO Club, as slack as it may sound, being a club, is really NOT... And I do get slightly irked when people say it is. Because, LEO club is about helping others, and how many people can actually claim that they help other people on a regular basis from the bottom of their hearts? LEO club people can! We really are a bunch of spirited people with good intentions, who find a way to reach beyond the school and aid others. Of course there are those in the club who choose not to do anything, then for them it's the slackest PDP they have... Those people are truly in the wrong place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of LEO club, we're having Dialect Speaking Sessions, supposedly to help us communicate better with the elderly... HAHAH... It's fun though... The guy who teaches us is truly a good person, although he tends to go slightly off tangent with his life stories, through his stories he always explains the things he's learnt. Most touching of all, was when he shared the letter he wrote to his daughter on her 21st birthday. I thought that was something very personal, but he shared it to us anyway, hoping we would heed the advice he wrote to his daughter as well. I think with that, he's earned the respect and admiration of the whole LEO club... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I was at Jie's house trying to find good baby names. Not before I had a very satisfying dinner at Tampopo... For those who haven't been there, you should go, because their food is oh so goooood... I ate so much, right now, more than 2 hours later, I still feel like I'm about to burst! HAHAHA... But lets go back to the topic, this is what happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Name your baby after Jesus's father! What's Jesus father's name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(*shocked faces all around*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Jesus's father's name is God... (=.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(*everyone bursts out laughing*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she meant Joseph... WHOOPS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and regarding the oh so popular topic of Jack Neo's scandal, and to answer BIL's question of will I forgive someone who cheats on me... The answer is I won't forgive someone who cheats like that long term and actually has a relationship! Key word, LONG TERM! How the heck will you restore the trust? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats all for now, it's midnight so I'm going to enjoy the beginning of Sunday, by sleeping!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you Adieu!!! &lt;--- Padma and Alyssa inspired... HAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2097791522369206098?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2097791522369206098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2097791522369206098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2097791522369206098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2097791522369206098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-march-holidays.html' title='It&apos;s The March &quot;Holidays&quot;'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5210844769082618669</id><published>2010-03-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:39:35.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>Heyo~ Listen what I say-o~    &lt;--- Heyo by Red Hot Chilli Peppers! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weathers too hot in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm bout to hit the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Downing ice and cold ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;Its so hot I want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new love,&lt;br /&gt;yes I do,&lt;br /&gt;To archery I scream,&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Taste Paradise today,&lt;br /&gt;Custard pau tastes great okay?&lt;br /&gt;$40 sharks fin is no joke,&lt;br /&gt;Eat one bowl already broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this was a cheesy post,&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want to write in prose,&lt;br /&gt;So hang on to my words above,&lt;br /&gt;For I write them all with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!! &gt;.&lt; HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5210844769082618669?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5210844769082618669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5210844769082618669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5210844769082618669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5210844769082618669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/03/heyo-listen-what-i-say-o.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3134776238821184354</id><published>2010-02-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:54:48.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whacha, Whocha???</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo~ A very bored me says...&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly at the wall opposite my bed... Trying to pretend the pile of notes infront of me is a pillow... An idea pops into my head... Maybe I should blog! So here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably do a random update... Maybe get the blogger app into my phone as well... So for you people who haven't noticed, yes I said the word "APP" and "Phone" and when you put them together you get.... APPLE iPHONE!!! *victory dance!!!* Yes, I crumbled... I told myself I wouldn't be an apple slave, but here we are... Consumerism is a scary thing... I'm not proud of that, but admittedly I don't have a single complaint about the iPhone... It's everything in ONE! My iPod, my journal, my expense list, my maps (makes me feel secure), my games. This is the 21st Century, and convenience is key! Undoubtedly, other phones also provide similar functions, but unsurprisingly it's the iPhone that captured my attention best. It is user friendly, idiot proof, and it's functions are almost limitless. (Do note I said ALMOST) It may not be the best damned phone there is out there, but it is the best damned phone I have ever seen! =D *Personal opinion ALERT!* So if you are one of those that still can't even send a proper coherent text with your phone and aren't a senior citizen or a child, please just crawl back to your cave... (&gt;.&lt;) In this time and age, you need to be able to do anything and everything, anywhere and anytime. It isn't just enough to be able to stay contactable... SO ALL HAIL THE iPHONE!!! Yess yess, my soul has been sold to the Apple Devil... TEE HEE HEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now on to the million random thoughts bombarding through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;* I'm craving Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;* I'm lamenting Singapore's sweltering weather&lt;br /&gt;* I want to go grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;* I am too lazy to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;* I want to go rollerblading, and the Night Safari&lt;br /&gt;* I should be studying&lt;br /&gt;* I am one lucky bugger... I am not missing anything except maybe awesome grades&lt;br /&gt;* I want to watch High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;* Arghh, I'm so rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;* Archeryyyy~ X)&lt;br /&gt;* I should go fold up my clothes&lt;br /&gt;* Oohhh... Hi LEI!&lt;br /&gt;* I love textinggg, why do some people not like it? Odd... &lt;br /&gt;* Sings, " There's gonna be one less lonely girllll~~" -Justin Beiber&lt;br /&gt;* I need to study...&lt;br /&gt;* Lets Study... BYEEE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S4ovOmkhm3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/R7I0WHCWuxs/s1600-h/3299813765_c4cb0cef14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S4ovOmkhm3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/R7I0WHCWuxs/s320/3299813765_c4cb0cef14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443215027549084530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3134776238821184354?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3134776238821184354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3134776238821184354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3134776238821184354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3134776238821184354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/02/whacha-whocha.html' title='Whacha, Whocha???'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/S4ovOmkhm3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/R7I0WHCWuxs/s72-c/3299813765_c4cb0cef14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2519864903221993066</id><published>2010-02-21T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:02:38.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Chong Chingay!!!</title><content type='html'>Yayiee!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.47am in the morning... So its technically Sunday already... I should start feeling sad any moment soon for about having to go to school tomorrow... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets not dampen the mood now shall we? Chingay is finally over!!! No more midnight rehearsals, no more missing the last train or last bus, no more sitting under the sun doing nothing, no more inefficient transport issues, no more no more no more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you guys for wishing me good luck, but for embarrassments sake, I hope none of you actually watched the Chingay... HAHAHA... Although not much luck was needed, I appreciated it anyway... I mean, how difficult can walking in a square be right? HAHAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHING CHONG CHINGAY IS OVER!!! No more excuses it's time to start hitting the books soon... But for now, it's off to a nice warm shower for me! =) I do want to join Chingay again next year though, but hopefully not those mass human stampede parade segments, I would much rather be on a float! Tee hee hee... =)n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW did you know, the Lions gave us each an ang bao? I'm so touched!!! It's a lot of money to give us ALL... Speaking of ang baos I hope all of you had a nice Chinese New Year... Mine was relatively uneventful, but uneventful is kind of a good thing isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!!!v&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I want to go to the Night Safari and to the Egyptian Exhibition at the National Museum so whoever wants to go, let me know!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2519864903221993066?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2519864903221993066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2519864903221993066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2519864903221993066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2519864903221993066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/02/ching-chong-chingay.html' title='Ching Chong Chingay!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3961924042314221189</id><published>2010-02-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:06:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED TTM</title><content type='html'>You're like a predator,&lt;br /&gt;the fiercest most unforgiving kind.&lt;br /&gt;A predator never knows its prey.&lt;br /&gt;It's only a meal in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This predator is impatient,&lt;br /&gt;this predator is uncompromising.&lt;br /&gt;To pounce on a single wrong move,&lt;br /&gt;she sits here waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the game of predator and prey,&lt;br /&gt;there is no negotiation, no understanding.&lt;br /&gt;For its prey is no friend of hers,&lt;br /&gt;and she not one for bonding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predator sticks to its hunting style,&lt;br /&gt;no variation in her patterns.&lt;br /&gt;For she thinks she does no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and bears them lethal weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's never seen her prey good light,&lt;br /&gt;and she thinks her killings are justified.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she knows her prey,&lt;br /&gt;she thinks she knows their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thats how she sits, assured of her position&lt;br /&gt;But she has no clue, of an opposition&lt;br /&gt;that while she prances in delight with her kill&lt;br /&gt;The prey that got away, is sitting here still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3961924042314221189?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3961924042314221189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3961924042314221189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3961924042314221189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3961924042314221189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/02/pissed-ttm.html' title='PISSED TTM'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-1870738330952861935</id><published>2010-02-13T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:10:33.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before all the madness that is Chinese New Year and Valentines Day. I would just quickly say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINES DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it rare that 2 special occasions happen to choose February 14 as their birthday? HAHAHA!!! Yea, to me its their birthdays... &gt;.&lt; Although I think Valentines day is overrated and commercialized, I think some people just need an excuse to do something special for their loved ones... Sort of like a little something to break the routine of our normal boring day to day lives you know? I mean that's my opinion, I don't know about you people... Either way, whatever it is I hope all of you have a wonderful reunion dinner filled with laughs, and a LOVE-ly CNY + Valentines Day... (Get it? Love-ly??? Love cos its V-day??? Aww NVM, you'd say I was being lame again... =.=) Perhaps this year we'd get extra money in our ang baos. Or perhaps, some of us would use CNY as an excuse to escape celebrating Valentines day. Nonetheless, it's a holiday and we should celebrate!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-1870738330952861935?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/1870738330952861935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=1870738330952861935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1870738330952861935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1870738330952861935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishes.html' title='Wishes!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2367867972670434588</id><published>2010-01-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:46:55.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Litter Bugs...</title><content type='html'>Okayy guys, I am uber disgusted right now...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe what I just witnessed... What are you people teaching your kids nowadays???&lt;br /&gt;I saw this young boy, accompanied by his mother collect a flyer from one of those poor flyer distributors... However shortly after collecting the flyer, they decided to discard it. Nothing wrong with that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh no, there was something VERY wrong!!! Very very wrong indeed... Instead of throwing the flyer away into a dustbin just a couple of metres away, the boy deicded to fling the flyer out of his hand, giving no thought whatsoever where the flyer landed... First of all, its illegal to litter. But what is worse is the obvious absence of consideration for others and the public. Not to mention, integrity and conscience!!! What made it even more unbelievable was that he did it right infront of his mother's eyes, and she did not even flinch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am, at that age, your son should know better already, what have you been preaching to him??? Even if I overlook the fact that your son is old enough to understand that what he did was wrong, what is your excuse? Nobody ever taught you littering is wrong and not to mention an offense? Honestly woman, that was just disgusting... *wrinkles nose*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2367867972670434588?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2367867972670434588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2367867972670434588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2367867972670434588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2367867972670434588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-litter-bugs.html' title='Little Litter Bugs...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8844906655467099070</id><published>2010-01-27T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:30:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Day</title><content type='html'>I'm officially proclaiming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAD THE BEST FRIGGIN ROCKING AWESOME RETARDED BIRTHDAY EVARRR!!! Yes, even better than last year... OMGG, I don't even know how you people pull these kinds of things off and lie in my face... Terrible youu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I honestly think I'm the most difficult person to surprise, cos I'm quite a thinker when it comes to joining the dots... But you managed to, AGAIN!!! I guess you people know me wayyy too well so much so that you know all the loopholes in my thinking... HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say I really love you guys... and that I'm really touched at all you did just to make me feel special... I can't possibly imagine not knowing you people, and living without you bunch of goondoosamis... It's a blessing I'm sure... Till now, 2 days later, I'm still going ohhmygawdd just thinking about it... That was honestly the BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!! LOVE YOU GUYS SOOO MUCH... What have I ever done to deserve you people? What have I done to deserve this fantastic incredible birthday??? I'm like deliriously happy, but yet ohh so guilty... I am at a loss for words, and all I can say is I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE you people, and I hope you understand how I feel... Don't want to ever lose you!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8844906655467099070?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8844906655467099070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8844906655467099070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8844906655467099070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8844906655467099070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-day.html' title='Birthday Day'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-750169856902460579</id><published>2010-01-24T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:07:17.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummify Me</title><content type='html'>Hiee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now for a quick update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Leiii, i have a TOTAL body ache laa (from neck down)&lt;br /&gt;Lei: From what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: PE, flyer distribution and CG outreach...&lt;br /&gt;Lei: Aiyoo, go Salonpas the areas&lt;br /&gt;Me: If I do, I will be mummifying myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, that's what happened this whole week, apart from the normal boring routine of school and work...&lt;br /&gt;Flyer distibution was kinda fun, if not for the tedious stair climbing to ensure every household got at least one flyer. The flyer is for Go Green Day, so people, please bring your old newspapers and clothes to school, don't make me ache for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG outreach was somewhere between cool and awesome... HAHAHA... My group's duty was to complete a mural, which I think we did pretty well for... Considering none of us are artists, and the mural looked pretty darn good... (^-^) Unfortunately my fear of heights is ridiculous, if I may say so. Just standing on a ladder makes me sway... It's just something about the tiny steps on the ladder that makes me feel as if I would fall off any moment... If it were a table, I'd be fine, because generally tables are steadier and have a large area for you to stand on... I made it up the ladder to reach the top of the mural anyway, so yipee!!! 5 claps for meee!!! I suppose my feet are simply too small for me to trust I can balance on them... Especially on a small surface area, a distance off the ground... Afterall, I sway just trying to stand straight... Maybe I should customise my own ladder next time... HEE HEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Last night, I watched Men in Tutus... YIPEE!!! It was really funny, nothing like the typical ballets you would expect. I would think, that Men in Tutus appeals to everyone, and is a great stepping stone for people who are trying to find out more about ballet, because Men in Tutus injects humour that everyone can relate to in their performance... Including in one of their acts is the Dying Swan, it is such a funny and literal interpretation of the word dying, that you can't help but think "OMG, what?!"... ITS GOOD, even if you don't watch ballets, I think you'd still enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice end to my week... Sorta, thanks Chloe and Ying Tai for going to watch it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shou Yu for giving me my present last night too!!! Thanks for coming all the way down to the Esplanade for that... I love why you decided to get me earphones.... HAHAH... Although in ear earphones give me headaches, I'm pretty sure I'll get used to them... THANKS!!! awww... So touched you came all the way down... (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-750169856902460579?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/750169856902460579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=750169856902460579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/750169856902460579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/750169856902460579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/mummify-me.html' title='Mummify Me'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6058287290734701998</id><published>2010-01-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:21:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jasmine and Alyssa!!!&lt;br /&gt;18 years old!!! You 2 are the JieJie's of the class ehh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its been great knowing the 2 of you. In that way PW was a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;I got to become friends with the 2 of you, and bear witness to your silliness and randomness.&lt;br /&gt;You 2 have made my PW journey so much easier, and our mini thrashing sessions&lt;br /&gt;entertain me till today... I really hope our friendship will continue to progress!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i think its funny how you two are such close friends and have almost&lt;br /&gt;the same birthdays!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my shout out... Shou Yu is going to accuse me of micro blogging possibly, but too bad... (&gt;.&lt;) I know some of you have been kinda down cos school has started, and you're heading straight towards a frightening predicament ahead (A's) But don't forget we are all in this together... So JIA YOU and cheer up kayy? Help each other out, and treasure the time and moments we have together... I have faith in our abilities, we will be just fine... And if we ever need a de-stressing session, just say the word, and my rockband will welcome you... (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MinMin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6058287290734701998?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6058287290734701998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6058287290734701998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6058287290734701998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6058287290734701998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3600000920208268787</id><published>2010-01-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:45:29.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Hi Ho! It's off to School we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of school tomorrow my dears!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WISH ME LUCK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first step into one helluffa year up ahead... No time to breathe, a year long marathon... I'm just going to close my eyes, grit my teeth, buckle up for the ride, and just CHIONG through it!!! Nothing is gonna stop me! This year is going to be my year!!! So, all you naysayers out there, listen up!!! Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me! Or you could open your mouths to say something, but I can assure you, you're just gonna bite my dust, and eat your words! I've got 18 resolutions for a  wonderful 18th year, its my formula for success, so you got nothing on me babehh! Think you've seen a lot of me? Well, you ain't seen nothing yet!!! The new and improved, the re-charged and challenge-ready Yi Min is here! Watch out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to stay optimistic, confident, strong willed, and motivated!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAYYYIEEEE!!! (^-^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3600000920208268787?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3600000920208268787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3600000920208268787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3600000920208268787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3600000920208268787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-school-we-go.html' title='Hi Ho Hi Ho! It&apos;s off to School we go!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-609490170061319323</id><published>2010-01-02T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:29:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uv0H-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2pCJGc2kKu0/s1600-h/DSC05262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uv0H-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2pCJGc2kKu0/s320/DSC05262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422103875358223762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Costume Contest... Kor won... He went as KGB (Russian Secret Service), and me as Kampong girl... BIL as knight, and Pa as Kopitiam Uncle... (The theme was the letter K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uvh59pEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yMi0M6TNcc0/s1600-h/DSC05245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uvh59pEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yMi0M6TNcc0/s320/DSC05245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422103870467580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Christmas Tree" our family's take on the ole traditional representation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uvL9wLxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/B9cbQ60C8Xc/s1600-h/DSC05231.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/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uvL9wLxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/B9cbQ60C8Xc/s320/DSC05231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422103864577896210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas Feast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tg-S8H6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ToJFEvXfjKs/s1600-h/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tg-S8H6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/ToJFEvXfjKs/s320/DSC05230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422102520878866338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uber good Pineapple Sauce that goes with almost anything on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tgR33YGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K_cEvVVRsNs/s1600-h/DSC05229.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/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tgR33YGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K_cEvVVRsNs/s320/DSC05229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422102508954148962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salad by the Salad Maestro, Saiyee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tf-ZTEEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_-ni6cwGGJA/s1600-h/DSC05228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tf-ZTEEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_-ni6cwGGJA/s320/DSC05228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422102503725666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other salad by the same Maestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tfaWjA9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kjSpuH-9nts/s1600-h/DSC05227.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/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8tfaWjA9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/kjSpuH-9nts/s320/DSC05227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422102494050452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ham!!! Ohhh so darn good... I ate leftover chilled ham with PoPo's Chilli sauce and it was fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8te9PobXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MbcNnLZgy4U/s1600-h/DSC05226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8te9PobXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MbcNnLZgy4U/s320/DSC05226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422102486236818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main attraction... The TURKEY!!! Doesn't it just make you drool??? Juicy, tender, delicious meat... AHHH~~&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/27966247-609490170061319323?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/609490170061319323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=609490170061319323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/609490170061319323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/609490170061319323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-love-christmas.html' title='Why I Love Christmas'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sz8uv0H-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2pCJGc2kKu0/s72-c/DSC05262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4839883942646428969</id><published>2010-01-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:45:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going to have to get used to writing 2010 instead of 2009... Whaoo... I'm really gonna try my darn hardest to make 2010 one HECK of a year to remember... in a GOOD way...&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is gone too... Boohoo... :(&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to say, I really love the Christmas feast I get every Christmas... I shall post some pictures soon... Since I'm not blogging from home now, i don't have them with me...&lt;br /&gt;I got some pretty cool presents for christmas, amongst them included a $8 watch, which i picked out for myself, out of a large variety of 2 watches... Absolutely FML right??? There ought to be some rules imposed on this secret santa business man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I just want to say I'm sorry I didn't message anyone "Happy New Year" because my phone spoilt... So my current Lao Pok phone really is not ideal for anything ya know? A phone that makes communicating hard... Whoa, how rare is that??! (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 2010!!! WHOOTS!!! JIA YOU, JIA YOU!!! (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4839883942646428969?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4839883942646428969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4839883942646428969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4839883942646428969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4839883942646428969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5475653755012799288</id><published>2009-12-19T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:57:52.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Makes Me HIGH</title><content type='html'>Greetings brethrens... (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am typing this post, I have realised that Coffee Milk makes me HIGH. I have no idea why, but it does... So, making use of that extra boost of energy, I'm going to do a quick post!  Today, Annmarie and Lei came over in the evening for dinner. After bragging about the state of the new kitchen, we decided to make use of the kitchen today... We went shopping at NTUC for groceries. We bought sausages, cheese, and soup. Armed with these ingredients, and some from home, we whipped up a storm in the kitchen and created "Lei-min-rie" Pasta. (All the while I was praying fervently that the kitchen wouldn't explode) What a feast it was, Cream of Chicken, "Lei-min-rie" Pasta and coffee milk. Actually scratch that, it wasn't just a feast, it was a Eat-till-you-drop Fest! All thanks to *whistles* LEI *whistles*... Who was so hungry, IT thought IT could eat for 3... HAHHHAHH... But, all is good, it definitely settles my lunch for tomorrow... (^-^) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we had quite a struggle with the Prego Spaghetti Sauce bottle, despite being such "experienced" cooks... (does home economics count??) We heated the bottle cap, we dipped the bottle cap in hot water, we used cloths for added friction, but the DARN bottle cap just wouldn't budge!!! Trust me, it was extremely frustrating... We do NOT learn the art of bottle opening in Home Economics classes you know??? So after almost half and hour of tugging, twisting, turning and twiddling, the bottle cap finally popped open... I am NOT IMPRESSED... NOT IMPRESSED I say!!! Now that I think about it, it was quite a photo opportunity. (think: Rie with her hands on the bottle, and Lei with her hand on the cap, each trying to turn the bottle in the opposite direction, but both with the same exasperated expression on their faces!) However we were simply too anxious to get the bottle open, and as a result the camera fell into neglect. I mean I can't believe I actually had to use the "flamethrower" (as I affectionately call the lighter) to heat the bottle cap, but it still didn't work!!! Can somebody tell me what is the easy way to open the bottle without being tempted to crack the glass bottle open???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I haven't seen Rie in SOO long... My gosh... I miss her, despite being in the same school as she. I'm happy we did this, we should all cook more often! The spot of Rockband afterward was speckled with Mick Jagger crossed with Bon Jovi like poses too... HAHAHA... Absolutely memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SyvQRhFjd9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Zis66nOzFXo/s1600-h/DSC05204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SyvQRhFjd9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Zis66nOzFXo/s320/DSC05204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416651976201172946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5475653755012799288?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5475653755012799288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5475653755012799288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5475653755012799288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5475653755012799288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/12/coffee-makes-me-high.html' title='Coffee Makes Me HIGH'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SyvQRhFjd9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Zis66nOzFXo/s72-c/DSC05204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8289098863894801263</id><published>2009-12-16T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:50:32.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer!!!</title><content type='html'>Seasons Greetings everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to announce that the Starbucks Christmas Flavours are back in town!!! they were out of stock for a while due to their immense popularity. I went around a few outlets only taking some time to talk to the barristars only to find out that in most outlets, my favoutite Peppermmint Mocha had already run out. Of course, what was I to expect right? Afterall I managed to convert my aunt, a staunch serious coffee drinker to a Peppermint Mocha lover as well. In fact, she had gone specially down to Orchard road just for a sip, despite me telling her it was probably out of stock everywhere. Ahh~ The sheer determination... Whatever it is, they are back, and I'm going to get a Starbucks Passport just to enjoy 6 cups of Christmas Flavours at the low price of $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Syis0AlZCWI/AAAAAAAAATw/zMoxOyPWMBw/s1600-h/starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415768561423026530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Syis0AlZCWI/AAAAAAAAATw/zMoxOyPWMBw/s320/starbucks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*PS: Secret Santa, my wishlist is updated!!!* HAHAHAHAHHH &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8289098863894801263?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8289098863894801263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8289098863894801263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8289098863894801263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8289098863894801263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Syis0AlZCWI/AAAAAAAAATw/zMoxOyPWMBw/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5479067397353317225</id><published>2009-12-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:33:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHLOE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 years old!!! HAHAHA FINALLY!!! I honestly don't know what I'd do without you girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're such a special person, so all-rounded... You'll honestly go far in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the BEST ALWAYS... LOVE YOU LOTS!!! (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5479067397353317225?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5479067397353317225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5479067397353317225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5479067397353317225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5479067397353317225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2434377263050677018</id><published>2009-12-04T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:16:12.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>I'm back again folks! (&gt;.&lt;) &lt;br /&gt;First things first... (for the 3rd of December 2009) &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAUNY WONY HORNY PORNY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 years old FINALLY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just want to say that you are one heck of an unforgetable character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old-fashioned, dramatic, artistic, curly haired person... You make me crack up all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL THE BEST Shampoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookayy... Seems to be an awful lot of birthdays doesn't it? Ohh wells... Lets hope they all have amazing mind-blowing birthdays! (^-^) So back to the main post now... Today I'm gonna talk about my top 3 pet peeves, or as some would call it, my OCD's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Word SMSes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, one word messages to me translate into this : "F*%$ off and leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you" Hmmm... Not very nice is it? Unless of course you have a valid excuse like you are caught in the middle of something, or you're about to poop your pants and thus don't want to risk your phone dropping into the toilet while you attempt to key a message into that 2 by 1.5 inch screen. Besides, if you're going to send such an unfriendly one-word message, why bother replying at all? All that "ok.", "yes", "no" arghss... Rubbish... At least put a smiley behind!!! But then again, that's just my OCD, you don't have to take me seriously... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Walking in Rows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This occured to me just now, while I was walking home. It occured to me, exactly how annoying it actually is! There I was trying to walk along the pavement, then this 3 membered family walked infront of me, and promptly started strolling. They stood in a row, blocking up the whole pavement. At that moment, I wished hard for a boulder to appear out of no where, start rolling toward them and crash them down like bowling pins, it would be a sure strike I'd say. But of course, this is all part of my imagination, and probably wouldn't happen anytime soon. Don't get me wrong though, I totally understand when you're out in a group and you just want to feel closer, chat and bond along the way, but blocking up the whole pavement when someone is behind you trying to overtake, that's annoying... I have to admit though, I am guilty of doing the same, but I try my very best not to, especially since, I'm prone to tripping over feet. I suggest there should be a rule that says, no group should be allowed to take up more than 3/4 of the pavement's width. Sound good? (^-^) HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sticking Chopsticks Into R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I don't have much of an explaination for this one. Its almost instinctual when someone leaves their chopsticks sticking vertically into their rice, for me to reach over and reposition their chopsticks such that they are lying horizontally across the bowl. I think it's because when I was younger, my grandma told me by sticking your chopsticks vertically into your rice and leaving them like that meant that your food were offerings, because it resembled joss sticks. Either way, its now become one of my OCDs. So grandma, I guess your teachings worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, my top 3 pet peeves... I have absolutely no idea why I even wrote this post, but have fun reading it anyway! (^-^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MinMin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2434377263050677018?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2434377263050677018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2434377263050677018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2434377263050677018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2434377263050677018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/12/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2275452306496922442</id><published>2009-12-01T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:28:54.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Half of a Century!!!</title><content type='html'>Greetings!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I haven't much of a mood for rambling, so this shall be short and sweet, just like... er... I don't know... What is short and sweet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind! On to the topic of today. Yesterday was the 30 of November!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're half a century old! :D Smartie pants you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA... I'm just being mean... Hope you find some use for the Kheils package I got you... Kheils is the lurve... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hankering after one myself... *hint hint!* HAHA... Speaking of skincare, today I used a face mask that smelled so good, I felt like eating it... It contained strawberries I think... From watsons $2.50 by a brand called Formula 10.0.6 &lt;--- What is up with that name!!! Who in the world would go, "Oh yea, let me recommend you this brand Formula ten point zero point six" (O.o) The face mask however, still was SHIOK... AHHH~ (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, does anyone wanna exercise with me? I wanna go swimming, preferably when the sun is down, HEH HEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnWaHhZ6I/AAAAAAAAATo/HFWkLML8nXI/s1600/DSC04830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273793276995490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnWaHhZ6I/AAAAAAAAATo/HFWkLML8nXI/s320/DSC04830.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Shot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnV2Wc_sI/AAAAAAAAATg/VZq3LitSgA4/s1600/DSC04877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273783675944642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnV2Wc_sI/AAAAAAAAATg/VZq3LitSgA4/s320/DSC04877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green teeth ALERT!!! My teeth are turning into HULK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnVDbpCiI/AAAAAAAAATY/VyJ8BVC4gNA/s1600/DSC04826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273770007497250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnVDbpCiI/AAAAAAAAATY/VyJ8BVC4gNA/s320/DSC04826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upclose with the green monster cake-ish thing... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoos, thats all for this post... Seeya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2275452306496922442?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2275452306496922442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2275452306496922442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2275452306496922442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2275452306496922442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-half-of-century.html' title='Happy Half of a Century!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SxUnWaHhZ6I/AAAAAAAAATo/HFWkLML8nXI/s72-c/DSC04830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-228262963859457224</id><published>2009-11-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:11:30.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic Evidence!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't know what is being pictured here, please refer to the previous post... (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Swvnub31aII/AAAAAAAAATQ/58u0385eF70/s1600/P1050064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670562530355330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Swvnub31aII/AAAAAAAAATQ/58u0385eF70/s320/P1050064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The master chef at work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvnuEMAY5I/AAAAAAAAATI/jgXpwRmiiuk/s1600/P1050069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670556172510098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvnuEMAY5I/AAAAAAAAATI/jgXpwRmiiuk/s320/P1050069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fire-catching butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Swvntj-Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/TIHx8ZsKG10/s1600/P1050073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670547524943250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Swvntj-Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/TIHx8ZsKG10/s320/P1050073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the flame at the side? My poor photography skills only caught the smallest of flames, the largest flame reached the height of the cooker hood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvntJ3vwiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SoXA-T4oVBs/s1600/P1050083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670540518277666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvntJ3vwiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SoXA-T4oVBs/s320/P1050083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our inspiration!!! A book written by 5 guys, both gay and straight... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In my opinion, all guys should read it!) XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvnsgJSiTI/AAAAAAAAASw/9WCs22FvW7c/s1600/P1050087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407670529317570866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvnsgJSiTI/AAAAAAAAASw/9WCs22FvW7c/s320/P1050087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was how smoky the kitchen was... HEH HEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmdduyvBI/AAAAAAAAASg/M-tOrUfPzp0/s1600/P1050102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407669171459898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmdduyvBI/AAAAAAAAASg/M-tOrUfPzp0/s320/P1050102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little wine to wash it all down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmdHwL8NI/AAAAAAAAASY/lQOn9LWMVEs/s1600/P1050101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407669165560164562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmdHwL8NI/AAAAAAAAASY/lQOn9LWMVEs/s320/P1050101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Man! The cork came out so easy with the fanciful bottle opener!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmcgrbtJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1bC6fgXvWHE/s1600/P1050093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407669155071243410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmcgrbtJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1bC6fgXvWHE/s320/P1050093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serving in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmcH9Mj0I/AAAAAAAAASI/z6Wu4TW6M4I/s1600/P1050089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407669148434861890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SwvmcH9Mj0I/AAAAAAAAASI/z6Wu4TW6M4I/s320/P1050089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herbed butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407669178445632194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Swvmd3wUksI/AAAAAAAAASo/tqKuGp-taLg/s320/P1050103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The lunch I cooked for myself today (^-^) (coffee milk in the wine glass)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-228262963859457224?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/228262963859457224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=228262963859457224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/228262963859457224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/228262963859457224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/11/photographic-evidence.html' title='Photographic Evidence!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Swvnub31aII/AAAAAAAAATQ/58u0385eF70/s72-c/P1050064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-278633524076367540</id><published>2009-11-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:18:08.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Hear You Say FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello people!!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin is posting a lil high and tipsy, but determined nonetheless to share a most enjoyable day with you all. (yes, she drank alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;A day that set out to be just like any other boring day turned exciting and fun-filled, because I spent it with my kor kor... (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today, to the sound of a very familiar sneeze at about 12 in the afternoon... I thought, "Hold it!!! This can't be, it's in the afternoon, and I'm supposed to be home alone!" So I grabbed my bolster for "protection" and wandered off toward the kitchen, where the sound came from. Standing in the middle of disaster zone was my korkor! (^-^) So, why disaster zone? Well the answer is simple, korkor decided to give the whole kitchen a major overhaul!!! How he came to that decision? I will never know... I will however post a picture of the inspiration in a later post... So the picture to have in your head right now, is pots, pans, utensils, knives, bowls, plates, mugs, cups, baking pans, blenders, rice cookers, kettles, and things that don't look like they belong in the kitchen, strewn EVERYWHERE!!! Unfortunately, somehow or another, I got involved. We then spent the next 2 hours cleaning, wiping, throwing away, and organising the whole kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we trooped off to IKEA (the motherland of homeliness...) for meatballs and shopping!!! MinMin loves IKEA!!! We spent over $300 and got signed on as a member too!!! I bought a new computer chair, expensive, but ohh soo goooooood~. Korkor bought a rug for his room. I am currently also eyeing this beautiful lamp I found, would anyone wanna accompany me to IKEA again to get it??? On top of that, we bought a cast iron pan for uber delicious steak, a non-stick all purpose pan, a chef's knife and a knife sharpener amongst many other items. Evidently, we are trying to convert our store room, whoops I meant kitchen (heh hehhh) into a functional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we drove over to Giant for some grocery shopping... Muchos fun. It reminded me of USA, when we would buy bacon, sausages, eggs and pasta... (and yes we bought all of that too) Korkor bought some ribeye steak to "break in" the kitchen... (much like you break in a pair of new shoes) The journey to Giant though short (IKEA is just opposite Giant) was pretty hilarious on its own as well. Let me elaborate on that, we drove out of IKEA and had to do a U-turn to get to Giant, but the U-turn was really absolutely ridiculously narrow, a 2-lane U-turn to be exact. Of course, being so narrow, we got stuck, and had to do a 3-point turn instead! I went, "Are you sure you can U-turn here??" and korkor said to look out for the sign to prove it. So as we drove past the sign we all turned to look, true enough it was a U-turn sign. However, we ended up missing the entrance to Giant instead, because we were busy staring at the U-turn sign... Goshh, are we epic or what??? We ended up having to U-turn again just to get back to Giant... (=.=) We are geniuses I swear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at base camp (a.k.a home sweet home) we quickly finished up whatever was left to be packed, then we got straight to work preparing the meal of the century!!! Herbed-butter steak with portobello mushrooms and mushroom and seafood soup for the side. Are you drooling now??? What a sight it was as well! The butter when placed onto the cast iron pan actually catches fire!!! Beautiful gorgeous red flames licking at the butter and the meat. Wowwowwiwas!!! Needless to say it smoked up a storm, despite the cooker hood being switched to full force... I was actually waving a cloth around just to provide some pathetic form of ventilation. No wonder, korkor set off the smoke alarm back in USA... Imagine if my home has sprinklers... The whole house would be flooded by now! Even still, dinner was delicious! The best I've had at home this year. To top it all off, a sip of red wine from Cape Cod to wash down that meat, and dinner was heavenly... AHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, I say I had an amazing fun-filled day today... (^-^) Pictured will be coming up next!!! Pictures to supplement the image I painted of today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEYAS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-278633524076367540?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/278633524076367540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=278633524076367540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/278633524076367540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/278633524076367540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-hear-you-say-fun.html' title='Let Me Hear You Say FUN!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3131778170907703479</id><published>2009-11-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:31:04.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MinMin Don't You Understand What Careful Means?</title><content type='html'>Hiee :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a particularly upbeat mood today, because today is the day PW officially ends for me!!! OP is over, and although I was so nervous I was shaking and could actually SEE myself screwing up in my head... I... DIDN'T!!! YAY!!! My group was rockinggg today!!! Yipee yai yai yipee yipee yai!!! &gt;.&lt; Love you guys sooo much!!! All the trials and tribulations we've been through, has made me learn more than I expected myself to learn. It's brought me great friends, brilliant team mates, and just know that you guys amaze me and teach me something new everyday. Working with you all has been a blessing, and although we get tired and frustrated and confused, we've stuck through it all with each other each step of the way till the end. Thanks so much you guys!!! I couldn't have asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, today is the 11 of November... Which means... Ying Tai's Birthday!!! WHOOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPIER HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY!!! Have the bestest, awesomest, most wonderful, amazing, brilliant, memorable, special, meaningful birthday EVER!!! WAY TO GO!!! You're 17!!! Keep doing that thang you do, cos you rock a beat thats uniquely your own. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you may be wondering whats up with my post title about being careful right??? Well, let me just tell you that MinMin has a bruise the size of her foot on her thigh. Yes the size of her FOOT. Why??? Because she fell into a drain!!! I mean, how many times must I remind myself to be careful???! It just never seems to get through that skull of mine!!! I was just there happily talking to my PW groupmates after OP, and i took a step to the right and my whole right leg plumetted into the drain. Thankfully, the drain was not deep enough for me to get stuck or perhaps engulf me whole, but it was deep enough to come all the way up to my thigh. As a result, I scraped my thigh on the concrete side of the drain. Honestly, skirts do not offer you much protection at all. Geesh!!! Luckily the drain was dry... Even still, I can't believe my luck!!! Today I learnt something new, not all the drains in TJC are covered with drain covers... (&gt;.&lt;) Boohoohoo... Ouchies, truly and honestly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Love,&lt;br /&gt;MinMin :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3131778170907703479?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3131778170907703479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3131778170907703479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3131778170907703479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3131778170907703479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/11/minmin-dont-you-understand-what-careful.html' title='MinMin Don&apos;t You Understand What Careful Means?'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2282772500896992973</id><published>2009-11-01T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:31:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8ights!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuzM61FLI/AAAAAAAAASA/XeSbWN1SR7A/s1600-h/DSC04546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398811879230739634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuzM61FLI/AAAAAAAAASA/XeSbWN1SR7A/s320/DSC04546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lei and Me waiting our turn on the pool table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuyV_pZGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V1E5KPvshRY/s1600-h/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398811864486995042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuyV_pZGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V1E5KPvshRY/s320/DSC04544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherri and I in between turns at the pool table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuyMRpEuI/AAAAAAAAARw/-SptaDnZuhY/s1600-h/DSC04538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398811861878117090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuyMRpEuI/AAAAAAAAARw/-SptaDnZuhY/s320/DSC04538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you scared of me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxuxva5AKI/AAAAAAAAARo/buPCT_-OeAI/s1600-h/DSC04533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398811854132281506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxuxva5AKI/AAAAAAAAARo/buPCT_-OeAI/s320/DSC04533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6-Player Tap Tap Revenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuxDI7OYI/AAAAAAAAARg/LFOxPj6FRLw/s1600-h/DSC04536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398811842245769602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuxDI7OYI/AAAAAAAAARg/LFOxPj6FRLw/s320/DSC04536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The goulish gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxsq_CXz4I/AAAAAAAAARY/_Uq7bhnlH54/s1600-h/DSC04526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809539042070402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxsq_CXz4I/AAAAAAAAARY/_Uq7bhnlH54/s320/DSC04526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for our dessert @ a Slice of Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxsqdaHvoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Pl8WEq0FFi4/s1600-h/DSC04525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809530014875266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxsqdaHvoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Pl8WEq0FFi4/s320/DSC04525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherri, Me &amp;amp; May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxsp9Q8fII/AAAAAAAAARI/pCSv1gYdqYs/s1600-h/DSC04507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809521386454146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxsp9Q8fII/AAAAAAAAARI/pCSv1gYdqYs/s320/DSC04507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe &amp;amp; I outside ikoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxspQ0falI/AAAAAAAAARA/rvdql3EKEwM/s1600-h/DSC04504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809509455948370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxspQ0falI/AAAAAAAAARA/rvdql3EKEwM/s320/DSC04504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MMMM... Japanese Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxso25WRpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nIZqsYoRPZU/s1600-h/DSC04521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809502496999058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Suxso25WRpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nIZqsYoRPZU/s320/DSC04521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rena, Soleil, Sonam... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hellooo my precious-es... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAH... I'm currently enjoying my hot cuppa starbucks at 1.08 a.m in the morning. AHHH~ Bliss... In addition to that, MinMin is pleased to announce that Christmas has officially arrived at Starbucks!!! AHHHHHH~~~~ *hear the bells ringing???* Pick up your hot/cold versions of the special Christmas flavours Starbucks is offering right now! Worth every penny!!! Toffee Nut Latte, Dark Cherry Mocha and Peppermint Mocha!!! Totally euphoric!!! Thanks kor!!! (broke me had to ask kor to buy me a cup ^-^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, now on to explaining the pictures above. 2 separate days, 2 separate activities... Buffet with the gang, and reunion with the 8ights. Evidently the 8ights became the 8ives... Sadly Annmarie and Sunanda couldn't make it. But no worries holidays are coming up righhht??? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buffet was at ikoi, Miramar Hotel... A whopping $38!!! Disclaimer: I am NOT rich... So obviously, MinMin is broke, penniless, bankrupt, has a hole in her pocket or whatever you call it. Jie brought me there before, so it wasn't that new of an experience for me, but it was great anyway just being out and enjoying myself. Sashimi galore, and saba fiesta!!! Food there is not too bad, the sashimi is good, but I have to admit, my stomach just isn't cut out for gorging. I need small servings frequently, buffets usually imply the consumption of a large quantity of food at once, and that just doesn't sit with me. Even then, I still made sure I ate my worth though! It was funny to see that all the girls were wearing jackets to hide their tan lines, thanks to sports carnival the day before. Its also nice to see Ying Tai wear SHOES instead of slippers... HEH HEH... :P Sorry dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Outing with the 8ights was amazing as usual. When you haven't seen each other in so long, there is just so much to talk about. Even if what you say is incoherent, illogical and pure rubbish, its just enough to hear your voices... Truly. Even then, nothing stopped us from laughing our asses off at the most random of things. Soleil and I will NEVER forget the 2 hot Italian looking guys who walked past in suits thats for sure... HAHAHA... Sonam the debater was updating us on all the Cedarians in her school, Rena was updating us with her bruises, May was cute little maymay as usual all mischeivious and adorable, Soleil and her new hair, and Sherri the vintage! :P We just walked and talked, and ate and talked. Even though we had OP the next day we still made our way to our ole hangout for a spot of pool, before finally bringing ourselves to say bye and goodnight. However, it shan't be long before we meet again I'm sure. Love you guys!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going back to my Peppermint Mocha for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TATA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her-Bitchiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2282772500896992973?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2282772500896992973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2282772500896992973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2282772500896992973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2282772500896992973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/10/8ights.html' title='8ights!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SuxuzM61FLI/AAAAAAAAASA/XeSbWN1SR7A/s72-c/DSC04546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8262976832446713599</id><published>2009-10-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:50:50.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down, Temporarily</title><content type='html'>Hieee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so many have mentioned "whoaaa she must be stressed, her blog is DEADDD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;But really its not. Its just there is either too much going on till I have no time and no idea where to start blogging, or there is just simply nothing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last week, it was the showdown... 2 months of crazy hibernating from life in general all voiced down to last week. My promos. It really sucked big time, MAJOR suck-fest... But as for now, at least I'm free to write a word or two here... *smileeeeee* There is just so much to do unrelated to the topic of school, or education or studies. For example, I'm going to dig out my babypillow and sun it! :D I believe the age old practice handed down from generation to generation serves to kill any odour on the infamous babypillow and to "kill" any bacteria with sunlight. But since I don't use my babypillow anymore, I'm just doing that so as to help me preserve the pilow a little longer. (I just hope it doesn't disintegrate the moment I get it out of the cupboard... YIKES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some of you may not know, that I actually missed one paper for my promos. The subject I finished studying first for, Chemistry. What a bummer... Wait a minute... You know what, actually not really. :P I had a ridculously high fever my throat was being engulfed in phlegm and as much as I hated missing a paper I studied for, the only thing I hated more then was to take the paper in that sorry-ass state. So oh wells, way to go life rocks! Whoots whoots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately that has become my hot lingo. Whenever things go right or wrong, I'll just say "whoohoo! Life rocks" to understand the true intent behind those words one would have to listen up for the tone. Tone deaf buddies, I'm sorry... But to a certain extent you can't deny the truth in those words. Good or bad, life is just mysteriously wonderful that way. Whatever it serves up you just gotta suck it up and get to it, otherwise its your sorry-ass thats gonna get left behind, and i don't like the sound of that... Also from another angle, if you want to take my words literally, good or bad whatever life serves you, its great to be alive at least, so tadahh!!! "life rocks"&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally one would also hear me mutter a "whoohoo~ PW rocks" in that case, the connotation is usually and 99.9% negative... PW what a pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then nothing is going to stop me from enjoying life right now, because after being isolated in school, the airport and expo for the past 2 months, I've finally breathed a different air. One shared by other humans, and one from a different location. I am finally FREE!!! (for the moment at least) To visit my grandma, staying over, going out, partying, bumming around, simply just hanging out or my favourite act of doing absolutely and completely NOTHING. Gosh, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the first things I did in my newly discovered life was to munch on some japanese food... Check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8Pe601K6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/OodUzJJxJuc/s1600-h/DSC04479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395047902474480546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8Pe601K6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/OodUzJJxJuc/s320/DSC04479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8PeBxOvNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9PobnUeuXik/s1600-h/DSC04478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395047887158557906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8PeBxOvNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9PobnUeuXik/s320/DSC04478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gyozas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8PdWZ4j9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7e756OTqGjk/s1600-h/DSC04477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395047875517910994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8PdWZ4j9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7e756OTqGjk/s320/DSC04477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katsu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8Pc3iIMaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8K35W9eigAU/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395047867230990754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8Pc3iIMaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8K35W9eigAU/s320/DSC04475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice Decor ehh?? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8PcRBhYgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1TVL8PBbyZs/s1600-h/DSC04474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395047856893682178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8PcRBhYgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1TVL8PBbyZs/s320/DSC04474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My shabu ramen!!! DELISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8QiPyJHGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3fEhFz5jXWA/s1600-h/DSC04484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395049059151584354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8QiPyJHGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3fEhFz5jXWA/s320/DSC04484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yan's CRAZY frames :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8QhkRvvpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2GRgrb4rWn8/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395049047472979602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8QhkRvvpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2GRgrb4rWn8/s320/DSC04483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scoop Cake... SO SO GOOD.... Drool worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8QhARe1-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CidwPxpA1BI/s1600-h/DSC04480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395049037808195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8QhARe1-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CidwPxpA1BI/s320/DSC04480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm off now!!!Seeya in a twinkiee!!! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8262976832446713599?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8262976832446713599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8262976832446713599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8262976832446713599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8262976832446713599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/10/winding-down-temporarily.html' title='Winding Down, Temporarily'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/St8Pe601K6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/OodUzJJxJuc/s72-c/DSC04479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5807405055832192522</id><published>2009-10-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:05:59.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out!!! Freaking Out!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi my dearies.&lt;br /&gt;I did something totally unexpected and out of the normal this week. I actually ate a salad... YES a salad!!! Nope its not becaue I gained 3 kg, its because exam stress is wreaking havoc on me. One moment I'm fine, the next I'm so stressed I've stressed myself to a fever... So hey I though there's always a first for everything right??? So i ordered a Chef's Salad, and I must say, it wasn't all that bad. It is pretty refreshing actually!!! Other than vegetable bits getting stuck in my braces, it was a nice contrast to my normal diet! I shall order salads more often from now on. Teeheehee, I can see Chloe laughing now... She's rubbing off on me... Evidence??? I've switched from drinking rubbish to drinking milk during breaks!!! She's got me eating my veggies!!! Omygosh I hope she doesn't get me going running for fun... I strictly go running only for fitness and toning purposes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though, I am absolutely stressed and terrified to the core. Promos are just round the corner and I'm going through cycles of anxiety attacks, sudden bursts of motivation and moments when I just really don't care. JC really expects so much of you, you wouldn't believe how much you can actually accomplish. Extra lessons, inter-house activities, sports, study, homework, CCA and the worst pain is the ass you will ever experience; PW!!! I reach home past nine everyday!!! But its rather amazing to see how much you can actually stretch without reaching your breaking point. Oh and if you have any intention of maintaining any form of social life at all, please don't expect to get more than 4hours of sleep everynight. However that sense of accomplishment simply leaves you in awe. Still, I can't help but feel like I need to scream into a pillow right now... When people tell you the huge jump from Secondary School to JC, don't scoff, its absolutely true. Prepare to get stretched so thin you'd seriously consider throwing in the towel altogether. But I don't give up, and I'm not ready to quit just yet, so complain and moan I shall, but I am bent on surviving JC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that it simply does not help that my home is absolutely not condusive for study at all. I need to be around people in the same situation as I, the mutual understanding just makes me that much more at ease because they know. Being asked to wash the dishes, and listening to you complain everyday about the way I shower isn't going to help me pass. I hear complaints about me too, they pretend I can't hear, that doesn't help either, I hear every single word, but in my eyes right now, complaints are the last of my worries. Trivial bits of nothing and noise. Ever had someone stab you in the back right infront of you? Thats how it feels. See? This is precisely why I stay out. Encouraging and understanding much???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However lets leave those sombre thoughts behind eh? I've found a new found love!!! Volleyball!!! I absolutely love it!!! Although its caused me much pain, firstly because I played it outdoors and now I'm back to black. Secondly because I sprained my finger while setting the ball... Yeap I'm a loser, I know. By the next day my finger was the size of a huge sausage, it was quite cute in a sadistic way really... :P But pain it caused me for the next one week, till now it still hurts in fact. But ooh well, me loves it!!! Plus its a great way to combine fun, de-stressing and social activity in one. Me poor finger though... *wimper wimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is also Glen's birthday, so today we ordered a cake from Royals Cafe and collected it after school. We then trooped over to his house all nine of us to surprise him. Or as we now affectionately call it, BOOMZ him. Heehee. I totally forgot his address so I had to question him subtly throughout the day... So first it was... Heyy!!! I've been to your house before, I remember I climbed the stairs too!!! Which floor is it again???&lt;br /&gt;Then it was... Hmmm you walk to school, is your block very far in??? Which block is it???&lt;br /&gt;Ying Tai apparently said this," EHhh Glen, you at home today a not arhh, around 5 plus, cos I want to bring my notes over to your house and study ahhh" &lt;---- WHAT???! HAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then to ensure he was really at home I sent him a message "hey!!! Can I come to your house and collect screwdrivers, I need to borrow..." &lt;---- MAJOR WHAT???!!! yeapp!!! screwdrivers are very important, I need to use them right away... O.o&lt;br /&gt;So then we reached his home, and we began to light the candles in the stairwell. Then his sister walked past and stared at us O.O... We went "whoopss!!! ehh don't tell Glen!!!" Luckily his sister went "don't worry, I'll pretend I didn't see anything"&lt;br /&gt;I then called him and said "hey! I'm outside your house now, open the door and pass me the screwdrivers!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Then of course the happy birthday song ensued and we crashed his house. Everything was going smoothly till he said he had seen us from the window... =.= Talk about party pooper man!!! But the cake was goooood... And we made up for the lack of surprise by torturing Glen by placing 17 candles on his cake ,randomly chucking them into the cake and making him blow out the candles one by one. The moment he blew out more than one candle, we would restart the whole process of candle blowing... But if there's one thing I learnt today, is that Glen can control candles!!! What an absolutely useless talent... :P HAHAHHA... Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then OP (Oral Presentation)!!! YAY!!! I would say that I am happy with my results. Whoopieee!!! Mostly good comments and few need-to-improve comments. So of course I am happy, especially since this was only the first rehearsal. :D I was so darn nervous, and I was literally having a meltdown at the very thought that I was the first speaker, I had to set the energy level high for my group mates, while being fluent, aware of the audience and cohesive at the same time. Being aware of the fact that the whole class was listening and trying to spot any errors and loopholes they could spot, and that I was being graded makes it no easy feat. Furthermore my presentation skills have never been put to the test before, and I haven't done that many presentations either... I hope this means a good start for me... Yipeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitch strikes again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5807405055832192522?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5807405055832192522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5807405055832192522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5807405055832192522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5807405055832192522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/10/stressed-out-freaking-out.html' title='Stressed Out!!! Freaking Out!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-627121714375008123</id><published>2009-09-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:39:11.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know exactly why I was thinking about this...</title><content type='html'>I suppose the happiest person alive, is one who can see the simplest pleasures in life, someone not caught up in the chaos of the world. The simplest of pleasures such as being able to wake up each day, being able to eat drink laugh and love. What the world has taught us however is that happiness comes with material, and expectations. This is not to say that we shouldn’t have goals ambitions and aims, however in the meantime, understand that it is a privilege in itself to be able to hope and dream. And although it feels great to achieve your aims, all this is secondary.  Not everyone is able to achieve their dreams and goals, but does that mean they shouldn’t be happy? To feel the support from friends and family around them is worth rejoicing too. My dearies, don’t pin all your happiness to material and expectation, for there is so much more to be happy about. Nothing is worth it without happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really no idea what got me thinking... But I decided it was gonna get posted on my blog anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-627121714375008123?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/627121714375008123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=627121714375008123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/627121714375008123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/627121714375008123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-exactly-why-i-was-thinking.html' title='I don&apos;t know exactly why I was thinking about this...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5583546818366072058</id><published>2009-09-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:45:07.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek!</title><content type='html'>Hieee!!!&lt;br /&gt;This thought struck me today while I unlocked the house door. It absolutely stinks that I am the first person out of the house, but almost ALWAYS the last one to make it home... Kappuiee, its called the life of a Singapore student in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and here's a disclaimer for my dearies, I ALWAYS get a little crazier around exam time, so if you catch me doing stupid things like pinching my cheeks or doing a jiggle relax, its just my stress-coping mechanism... You may also find that I seem to have never ending things to talk about, but upon careful listening, you'll realise I'm just chattering about anything and everything under the sun that comes to mind, which in truth isn't all that constructive... Oh, and do expect sudden minor bursts of anger directed, not at anybody in particular but to the notes, or the exams or the subject in question. Other than the above, I assure you hanging out with me is 100% safe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am getting addicted to Starbucks again... There is something comforting about that hot cup of coffee that makes me wanna grab the mug and grin... Plus the atmosphere at Starbucks is rather condusive for studying. Yes, so far I have been studying... EVERY single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Jie and B.I.L have tra-lala-ed off to Korea, land of plastic surgery, shopping, and really good kimchi... (I am such a sucker for Korean food, really I am) Maybe I shall crash their house to study... Hope they enjoy their honeymoon... I did see them off on Tuesday, by the looks of their luggage, seems to me that their trip is gonna be pretty carefree, even Jie's handcarry luggage is only the size of my notebook! That is unbelievable and virtually impossible if she were me. Which reminds me I should be studying... *party pooper!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, whilst I'm all intrigued by the goals per month thing-a-ling (again inspired by Seventeen magazine) let me let you in on my goal this month. Simple and practical: To study for my promos EVERYday. (^-^) not to mention beneficial too. However since I can't seem to concentrate at home, I'm guessing my expenses are gonna fly (think starbucks and macs)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos times up, seeya around amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5583546818366072058?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5583546818366072058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5583546818366072058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5583546818366072058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5583546818366072058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/09/midweek.html' title='Midweek!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-7648183254108604555</id><published>2009-09-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:29:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyooo My Fingers are Itching</title><content type='html'>Hellooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I really tried... I tried my best not to blog... But here I am again, right before I hop into the shower... I'm pathetic... HAHA... Dun agree with that or I keeel you!!! Anyhoos right now my blogger "in-tray" is piling up... Steamboat, Teacher's Day, Reuben's Birthday, National Day celebrations... In view of my blatant rule-breaking, I shall attempt to salvage the situation by keeping this post to its shortest... (so far it never works, I'll say short post! and it'll be like 7 paragraphs long... haizzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teachers day!!! I just want to say that it was great meeting the Eights again!!! Having been away from all of you for so long has almost made me think I could live without you guys... BUT I CAN'T!!! I miss the days when we could just sit there chill and yak on and on about anything and everything under the sun, whether it was a taboo subject or just plain everyday mambo-jumbo the eight of us always had that chemistry... I realised in an instant that I have gone 9 months without you guys, how da heck did I survive??! Its ridiculous!!! You goodoos make me grin like a cheshire cat... I miss you guys soooo much!!! I don't ever want to lose that chemistry we have, having shared so many experiences together, you guys will always have a special and permanent place in my heart!!! After seeing you guys in teachers day, all I want to do is meet you guys every darn day!!! You eight are so precious!!! *HUGGGGSSSSSSSS* Can't wait for our gathering next!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! Its short Its short!!!&lt;br /&gt;Back to the promo marathon now... crappifart-acious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-7648183254108604555?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/7648183254108604555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=7648183254108604555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7648183254108604555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7648183254108604555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/09/aiyooo-my-fingers-are-itching.html' title='Aiyooo My Fingers are Itching'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-398551784182434073</id><published>2009-08-30T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:50:50.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the results are... *Drumroll*</title><content type='html'>Hieeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is really gonna be short... Sunanda bet that I wouldn't post this week so here i am just to prove her wrong... HAHAHA... Take that you nan!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. HAPPIE BIRTHDAE REUBEN YAP-YAP!!! 17 years old!!! Must stay happy and cool okayy??? Reuben rocks! :P Must use my colour pens to help you ace promos!!! JIAYOU!!! And use Mr Happy to keep you happy! Hope you had fun at Shokudo!!! (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the results of my diet!!! I'm happy to announce that I lost a whopping 5KG!!! HAHAHAH!!! Nah, just kidding, I won't be surprised if I put on weight actually since I've been pigging out so much... Okay now, back to the topic, my karma diet. I would say it was pretty successful. It gave me a great excuse not to get angry over anything, since I don't relish the thought of wasting my energy on something that doesn't feel good. I actually like the diet. However, with that being said, there were those that took advantage of the diet to push my limits, AHAH!!! Too bad for you I managed to tahan... (^-^) I also realised that the karma diet isn't just good for the soul, its also good for the conscience... HEHEH... How so? Let me elaborate, so I'm sure all of you have felt helplessly angry before. By that I mean being so infriuated over something but not being able to do anything about it. The karma diet helped me justify and feel better about the fact that I couldn't do anything about it or retaliate, simply because I would break my diet if I did. So.... There you are, I completed my diet, and acheived my goal. I will do it again soon, probably during the long holidays when I can describe in detail what I did. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing on my mind right now, before I go... I'll like to share with you an incident I witnessed in Shokudo. So okay, there was this guy and this girl, I'm not sure if the girl was his girlfriend but I'll assume she is. So there I was standing waiting for my omu rice (delish by the way), when the couple came along, and the guy was just talking and the girl was simply nodding her head like a doggy on the dashboard... When the guy came closer I heard what he was saying. "Unagi is eel, that's fish, and that is beef" then he reached this plate that had a sign saying "tonkatsu (pork) omu rice" and he said "errrrr..... erm..... ya.... errr.... that is..... hmmm..... errr.... what ahh.... errr...... oh ya...errr pork ahh..." (=.=) Oh goshh.... dude!!! It's written there!!! It's also there for all the other plates you just identified!!! On top of that, his girlfriend just stood there and smiled throughout the whole 1 minute the guy was spazing out for!!! Hmmm... can the two of you read??? Can't your girlfriend read the tags for herself, and can't you see the word PORK there??? (O.o) Ooohh well... Humans are difficult to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma bitch strikes again!!!&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-398551784182434073?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/398551784182434073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=398551784182434073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/398551784182434073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/398551784182434073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-results-are-drumroll.html' title='And the results are... *Drumroll*'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5758828752624282049</id><published>2009-08-23T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:45:57.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karma Diet</title><content type='html'>Holla me chicas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking, I am NOT supposed to be posting right now, because I am working on my EoM draft 5. Not that I want to be pessimistic or anything, but PW is a pain! Hey hey, everybody thinks that Project Work, should be fun, and I agree projects are fun, but not when you have to juggle about a million things at the same time and still find the time and energy within you to churn out brilliant pieces of reports and evaluative material along with documentation of your research. But I guess if others have done it, I can too... I'm not saying it's impossible, but it sure is annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, after receiving numerous complaints about how my blog is on it's death bed, I decided I'd better revive it. So here goes the defibrillator!!! *CLEAR!!! SGHHTOOUNK!!!* There now my blog is alive again... (^-^) (omgg, so darn lame... :S &lt;--- Abbie's fav. face!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's currently deemed 1 star out of 5 stars interesting in my life. I'm on a diet. Yupp, a D-I-E-T!!! (Isn't it odd that the word has the word die in it???) Its what I call the kill-and-roast-myself-away diet. In short, the KARMA diet. I've set a goal, or you could call it a challenge. For one week, I cannot get angry or do anything that will bring me bad karma. Good karma on the otherhand I must accumulate... Kinda like Mario avoiding poisonous mushrooms, but eating all the other unpoisoned mushrooms. Get the picture? :D This diet started on Thursday, the day I bought my Seventeen magazine. Obviously I was inspired by it... Whoever says Teen magazines aren't influencial, eat your words!!! I'll tell you how it goes, but so far I'm pretty successful...&lt;br /&gt;(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm muchos proud of myself today as well, I went swimming!!! Yayiee!!! Then I played frisbee by the pool... (^-^) Ahhh~ bliss... Got some Vitamin D soaked up, and threw in abit of fun. I love frisbee, but my current one is getting pretty banged up, I wanna get a new one. Anyone interested in volunteering some funds??? :D I'm aching all over now though... Aye aye aye... But regardless let me share an idiotic moment in the pool with you. So Jie and I were just chilling by the side, then I said "Hmmm, I can't reach the bottom" then Jie said "Of course its deep" then I replied "No, it doesn't seem that deep"... So being the two goondoos we were, no goggles and all we just plunged in to see if we could reach the bottom. Needless to say both of us came up spluttering for air with neither of us actually making it anywhere near the bottom. (=.=) Next time don't try it, if you can't reach the bottom, just leave it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now babes. I'll update about steamboat and other musings another day, this was supposed to be a quickie and quick it was! *looks innocent* (^-^) HAHAHA... Please TAG people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say "Karma's a bitch"......I'm the Karma bitch...&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT!!! (#.#)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5758828752624282049?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5758828752624282049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5758828752624282049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5758828752624282049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5758828752624282049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/08/karma-diet.html' title='The Karma Diet'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2400336697981866737</id><published>2009-07-31T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:15:18.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh my achy breaky tummy</title><content type='html'>Its the long awaited Friday again!!! *hear the bells ringing in the background???* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a terrible terrible day... First of all, i was rudely awakened by noise super duper early in the morning... I mean, must you really close and lock your door at night? Even if you see the need to, could you be more considerate when you unlock the door? Whats up with the door banging and the loud unlocking? The light switch! Stop smacking it up and down, you only have to lightly push it. The toilet door, unless you walked straight into it, I don't see why you'd make such a loud banging sound with it! Unlocking the toilet door, hold the lock and turn! Don't just snap it! Our house echoes, and everyone is still asleep! Seriously, I get that you two are excited for your trip but it ain't very nice to wake us all up! Don't do it again, seriously I mean it... I have only two words for the two of you, be considerate... Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when i brushed my teeth in the morning, my hand slipped and I rammed my toothbrush straight into my upper gum... I bruised it, so now its a cringe-worthy colour of black and purple... It hurts!!! When I talk, and when i rest my hand on my cheek... Gosh I am so fed up! Plus not to mention it bled... Urghs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what a bleh start to the day ehh? Its not the worst, and hour or two after my stomach ache started acting up again, and it lasted on and off throughout the whole day... Which would explain why I was so crappy today, if i daoed anyone, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. Although, it wouldn't be too much to ask for a little concern would it? Which brings me to my next point, thank you Chloeeee, and Ben!!! (babe and mister) for checking in on me yesterday when I didn't go to school... Its no fun having a stomach ache and feeling like you want to puke at the same time, when you have nothing to puke at all. BTW Yug Han hope you are feeling better too. Also, I wanna say sorry to Alyssa and Jasmine for making you 2 present the presentation on your own because I wasn't in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up for that though, by doing the News of the Week presentation today for econs. I went to school, thinking that all the presentations were done and over with already till Glen dropped the bomb on me that I needed to present the news article in about an hour. Problem was, I wasn't part of the news group, I was part of the other group which presented the previous day. And although I found the article, I could barely remember what it was about. So... What did I do? Its called IMPROV! Stand infront of the class, act like you know what you are talking about, sound sure of yourself and just smoke your way through... Honestly thats what I did... Whoaa the whole classroom was full of smoke in that 5 minutes when Glen and I were presenting, because the two of us were literally just verbal vomiting our way through... Drawing graphs on the board with Glen elaborating pointing here and there, and me adding lines to the graph where I thought they should go... Trust me, everything you saw today in class was not rehearsed and hundred percent pure on the spot spontaneity... I wouldn't say we crashed and burned though, I think we're pretty good smokers! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a peculiar person on the bus to my grandma's house today though, this lady, placed a newspaper on the bus seat and then sat on it! Can somebody explain why that is? Is the bus seat dirtier than your butt??? Okay I'm sorry that sounds crude but I'm speaking the truth! I mean you have your jeans, and your underwear between the seat and you, whats with the newspaper??? And then after sitting on the newspaper for a while she lifted her ass, pulled the newspaper out from under and placed it on her lap and started reading it! EEHH??? I'm sorry but all thats going on in my mind is "HUHH???!" If I could sit by a window the whole day and people watch I would, some people are just tres interesting... Oh Oh! Plus plus, thanks Keith and Ben for walking me to the bus stop! I reached Braddell partially thanks to you two! Cos at least it ensured I didn't die from pain halfway to the bus stop... Okay I'm exaggerating... But thanks nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an additional note, I was reflecting on the bus ride home, and I came to the conclusion that kindness is not an obligation neither is it a given. It is a good thing and it reflects brilliant character to be kind, but its not a given that people are always kind to you. So please, don't take kindness for granted, don't take advantage of others. No matter how nice or forgiving people are, they have a line drawn. Ever heard the song by Rob Thomas "This is how a heart breaks"? Cross that line. That is how a heart breaks. Don't just take and never give back. Somehow because when it matters, I find that those that truly show care and kindness are few. When someone only shows you kindness or just seems to be around when its convienient for them or when they feel like it, are they friends? Or aquaintances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I in a sombre mood today, must be the continuous fighteningly drop everything and bang your head on the table painful stomach ache... But ask yourself, are you a friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2400336697981866737?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2400336697981866737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2400336697981866737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2400336697981866737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2400336697981866737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/07/oooh-my-achy-breaky-tummy.html' title='Oooh my achy breaky tummy'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5712398416233512416</id><published>2009-07-18T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:00:40.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SWEET!!!</title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year again. The time where I get attacked by annoying flying blood sucking vermin. A.k.a Mosquitoes. This time it was worse, I have numerous red 50 cent itchy splotches on my arms and legs... And NO this is not my allergic reaction I get with wall paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this instance the situation was worsened by a sweet white drink called soya bean milk. I was sitting there minding my own business when suddenly out of no where this incredible light reflecting arm (WHITE) came shooting out reaching for my iTouch. This arm made contact with an object almost the same shade of "blinding light" as it, a.k.a the soyabean milk. As if in slow motion the cup took on a similar shape as the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the cup literally vomited all its contents onto me. I was soaked with soyabean milk from arm down. Literally, OMGGGG.... So slowly but surely I turned sweet and sticky as the soyabean milk dried and all that was left was soyabean residue and sugar.... So afterward when I played volleyball and badminton with Chloe after school, my blood was making friends with the mosquitoes in the whole neighbourhood. (=.=) &lt;---- (ehhh!!! look like mashi maro!) NVM ignore me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, conclusion is, thanks a lot LALAT!!! You owe me mopiko!!! (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5712398416233512416?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5712398416233512416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5712398416233512416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5712398416233512416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5712398416233512416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sweet.html' title='I&apos;m SWEET!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-374455897635898355</id><published>2009-07-11T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:16:32.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheeet, Havent Blogged in So Long...</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG, my previous post totally got wiped out! Like WTF!!!??? ERGHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I haven't blogged in so long, I decided I must must blog since its one of the few things that I can control. There are just wayy to many things in life that is beyond one's control, and since I made a resolution this year to blog at least once a week, I will. At least at the end of the day I would have fulfilled at least one resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the week that I finally found out how mugger TJ actually is. I never expected TJ to be that mugger. I cannot understand how these entities, not human, go about with their obvious lack in the need for fun. How did someone like me who only studies when she needs to and feels like it end up here? and I'm not even saying that I'm one of those crazed party people! I'm lucky that my friends are not that kind. However whilst I am saying this I cannot deny that I have been partying way to hard, I went for my JCTs unprepared and screwed it up. But no more trust me. If mugging only helps to build discipline and your grades (duhhh) then it seems like it isn't such a bad idea afterall. I mean essentially I'm still me, and I'll find my own means of having fun, so its not as if I am giving up the idea of having fun entirely. I'm just going have to do with a lot less fun. I have faith in myself though, I'm not dumb (O-levels have proved that), and I will catch up. Mark my words I'm gonna come back with a vengence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its just one of the things that I had to go through though to learn my lesson you know? Failing. Because I never want to be one of those people that just do what they are told to do. I don't want to study because I'm told that I should and that I have to. Now I really know that I'm not studying because I'm told to, I'm studying because I want to. I'm just happy its only the JCTs. The feeling of despair is just not worth it for that moment of fun. Especially if you don't deserve that bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, congratulations to Chloe, Ying Tai and Glen for your impressive math grades. *hugs!* Don't forget to tutor me okie? :D and to Shaun, Yug Han and Reuben, don't worry, we'll motivate each other and own them the next time round! *High fives!*&lt;br /&gt;SMILE and STAY OPIMISTIC but not unrealistic! :P&lt;br /&gt;Pls keep my aunt in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MinMin :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-374455897635898355?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/374455897635898355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=374455897635898355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/374455897635898355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/374455897635898355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/07/sheeet-haven.html' title='Sheeet, Havent Blogged in So Long...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5100445794081288062</id><published>2009-06-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:14:32.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YooHoo!</title><content type='html'>Hey wazzap folks?? :D&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day back at school. The first thing I did was to rush to the newspapers to see if school was closed. Sadly its not. 2 secondary schools closed, but not TJC. I guess miracles don't happen all that often huhh? Its true what they say about H1N1 being only a flu, and that the chances of someone dying from it is low. But still, people HAVE died on other countries, and being a densely populated country, the spread of H1N1 will inevitably be rapid, will it mutate? What are the risks of Singaporeans dying from it? With such a rapid spread, will closure be more beneficial? No productivity? Or low productivity?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, low productivity. We'll see if this decision proves sound. Meanwhile, I'll wash my hands and consume more vitamins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day of reckoning!!! Econs Common Test!!! I set my alarm clock for 7.30am, but because I drank coffee last night, I couldn't sleep till this morning. When the alarm rang, I was pretty sure I took my frustration out on the poor object. Anyway, I fell back asleep and woke up 2 hours later. I was still sleepy! I was falling asleep over my notes while revising! So, I got a nice cup of coffee to sustain myself at least till after the test. But you know what they say about coffee, you'll need more and more... YIKES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how relieved I felt after the test, despite the fact that I'm sure I'm not gonna pass. Feeling more relieved that the test was over than worried that I might flunk it. It doesn't mean that I no longer want to do well, its rather I don't expect people to do as well so early on in the year, and at JC level. If this were perhaps me in sec3 I'd probably be worrying like an old woman... Me now? I hope I do well, but its not that devastating if I don't. Its normal. What matters is that THING at the end of next year. THAT THINGYY... *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I must say, why must exams be so long? Several hours at a shot, to test your mental stamina? Because after the first hour and a half, I'm just sick and tired of pondering over the same few key concepts over and over, get straight to the point, ask me a couple of questions, let me prove to you that I get it, and lets be done with it already! Throughout the paper, you'll see my posture go from straight to bent to just lying flat on the table with my hand scribbling on the paper ignoring the lines. Yupp, I'm pretty sure you can see by now, I don't like school based examinations. I feel like I don't get much out of them. But thats just me, I hope you enjoy yours... (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5100445794081288062?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5100445794081288062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5100445794081288062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5100445794081288062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5100445794081288062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoohoo.html' title='YooHoo!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-7276745323904413450</id><published>2009-06-23T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:49:31.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure to Launch!!!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning my dearies!!! I just woke up!!!&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed I haven't been posting because I have been enjoying my holidays a bit too much... Been sleeping at 4am everyday and waking up at 12 noon...Hehhehh... So before the holidays come to an end, I am going to upload my final post of the holidays. Final post??? Yupp, I NEED to study. I cannot emphasize the importance and urgency of those 4 words because I haven't been studying. I'm being 100% truthful when I say that. I know it doesn't sound like me, but believe it or not babeh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ventured out of my hole, whoops I meant home, to the airport to study at Popeyes!!! Yay!!! I shouldn't have eaten breakfast before that though, Popeyes doesn't feel half as satisfying on a half-filled stomach. (^-^) But either way, I brought my laptop there and of course my attempt to study was totally botched. Just look at that picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB4vn8NhaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7UTxK_vWDo/s1600-h/DSC03566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350409116886861218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB4vn8NhaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7UTxK_vWDo/s320/DSC03566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took some pictures of the airport MRT station too, what for? I am not sure either, but no harm uploading them ehh??? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB6XdAczwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J1QxaIyHhM0/s1600-h/DSC03572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350410900658245378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB6XdAczwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J1QxaIyHhM0/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB6XH7N56I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ryLm_orpv48/s1600-h/DSC03571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350410894999152546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB6XH7N56I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ryLm_orpv48/s320/DSC03571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB66suIOTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KliFOpEnRwY/s1600-h/DSC03576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350411506171787570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB66suIOTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KliFOpEnRwY/s320/DSC03576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, howabout a picture of my sister and I? That would sufficiently update you on what I've been up to I suppose... It was taken at Ah Ye's going to Army BBQ. Actually after the BBQ to be specific, since the looming dark clouds drove us upstairs to seek shelter. BTW I conclude that a BBQ is not complete without sambal stingray and marshmellows understand??? (^-^) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB-yCPIlEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9qNr7dw7FHo/s1600-h/DSC03556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350415755375055938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB-yCPIlEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9qNr7dw7FHo/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss PMS and Miss Bitch... Heh heh hehh... True??? I dunno, you tell me! :D But look at that!!! My sister looks so fair!!! Or maybe I'm just wayyy dark... *grumble grumble* oooh, just in cae you were wondering, she cut her hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I've got nothing spectacular to post about, since I've been squandering away my holidays with plenty of net-surfing, TV watching and shopping. I've recently discovered the joys of online shopping, and on top of that its the Great Singapore Sale!!! So does anyone wanna go shopping with me??? (^-^) But before I go I've got a song to share with you!!! :D I'm sorry for this Chapalang post, I just felt the need to post something, anything, rojak really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say It Again by Marie Digby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRzh_9UhpQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRzh_9UhpQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopsies I meant 2 songs. Here is Stupid For You also by Marie Digby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8qyHCc5T2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8qyHCc5T2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkCIzo-8LEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cNEWB912sdM/s1600-h/DSC03573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350426778072263746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkCIzo-8LEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cNEWB912sdM/s320/DSC03573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT!!! (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-7276745323904413450?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/7276745323904413450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=7276745323904413450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7276745323904413450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7276745323904413450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-to-launch.html' title='Failure to Launch!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SkB4vn8NhaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7UTxK_vWDo/s72-c/DSC03566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-7075789381419746556</id><published>2009-06-15T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:17:12.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>3 weeks into my June holidays, and it feels as if I can NEVER get enough rest or fun. Especially since kor and I got addicted to Wii tennis... Theres never enough time for everything!!! Furthermore JCTs are coming up, but where am I going o find the motivation to study during the holidays??? Isn't the whole point of the holidays for us to recharge??? Why is the school attempting to stress us out even more??? Nasty buggers... *grumble grumble* I can't be irresponsible though, so study I must. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, kor has this exercise ball he's been trying to inflate, so anyone with a ball pump please volunteer your ball pumps!!! Or come up with a better suggestion than Mummy, who said "go to the petrol kiosk to pump!" (did any of you get that???) Firstly the pump for the tyre is a different kind of pump. Secondly wouldn't a pump needed to pump a car tyre pump air at a much higher pressure than needed in an exercise ball??? Your ball would most probably just explode if by a miracle you manage to attach the pump to the ball in the first place. So can you all imagine me with a dumbfounded look on my face??? I bet you can, because thats the exact expression I'm wearing just typing out this incident. Goshh... like WHAT??! HAHAHAHAHAAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh my whole family went to Courts yesterday to get fans (weather has been unforgiving). My eyes went crazy when I saw the new Vaio laptop on display, and a pair of turquoise headphones.... AHHHH!!!! (@.@) The headphones were limited editions, for the 1st aniversary of the brand which I conveniently forgot... Haix... But trust me they were tres pretty, I would even trade my pink earphones for them!!! HAHAHAA... The Vaio laptop on display was a gorgeous deep glossy red with a tinge of glitter if you look closely under the light. It was uber classy and attractive... Rest assured I will be getting a glossy red laptop after my current one dies of natural causes... Preferable Vaio since I like pretty things, and in my opinion Vaio laptops are the prettiest around... :D Just like mineee!!! My beautiful glossy indigo-blue Vaio laptop with a silver keyboard... Although, the N and space bar is turning white due to the silver paint being scraped off... Yikes... Right now you must be already reaching the conclusion that with me being so distracted I would have forgotten my main intent of going to Courts in the first place right??? But nope, mission accomplished!!! I bought a 12 inch antique fan (wasn't I there for a NEW fan??!) for $59.90 after a discount from $79.90... At first I was worried I wouldn't ever be able to find a decent looking fan, admittedly I think that those plastic fans with the huge fan head are ugly, and I'm not allowed to get a tower fan because they are a hazzard to clean. There aren't many basic fan designs out there... Plus a ceiling fan is definitely out of the question, how do I clean it being afraid of heights??? My antique fan is dah diggity bomb!!! Kor also bought a 12 inch teeny tiny fan, his is rather cute i suppose, so we're all satisfied... (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXeu-4REI/AAAAAAAAAOY/us3fAoT4Xfc/s1600-h/DSC03542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417055580144706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXeu-4REI/AAAAAAAAAOY/us3fAoT4Xfc/s320/DSC03542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presenting to you, my fan!!! on the coffee table in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXfMCLggI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qgpeZlYSqFc/s1600-h/DSC03543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417063378616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXfMCLggI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qgpeZlYSqFc/s320/DSC03543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up close. See the controls??? How authentic is that?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXfQ8wGOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VrIGx38AXsQ/s1600-h/DSC03544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417064698026210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXfQ8wGOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VrIGx38AXsQ/s320/DSC03544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh hehh... The messy room. The view taken from my bed. The bookshelf is antique too... Been doing some spring cleaning to make space for kor's stuff, so mess is inevitable... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXfiHldqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_zyMYChDKr4/s1600-h/DSC03545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417069306869410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXfiHldqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_zyMYChDKr4/s320/DSC03545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My books used to be in the other room, now reunited with their rightful owner, presenting to you my bookshelf!!! Gotta clear the top of the shelf soon though, its collecting dust... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-7075789381419746556?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/7075789381419746556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=7075789381419746556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7075789381419746556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7075789381419746556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SjXXeu-4REI/AAAAAAAAAOY/us3fAoT4Xfc/s72-c/DSC03542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3278012725758939604</id><published>2009-06-09T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:44:52.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Op!!!</title><content type='html'>Hiya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time!!! Nothing much to blog about other than tons of ROCKBAND!!! I need to host a few more parties... :D Seriously, anyone who wants to play rockband just give me a holler... Just make sure your throat doesn't go sore... :P I'm going to be home most of the time... I think... I'd better be actually, since I need to study... Haiz... Seems just yesterday I was just studying for O-Levels, now its time to study again??! Time passes wayyy to fast... I'm disgruntled... Heh heh heh... Oh wells... Grin and bear it right??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CmMLhAI/AAAAAAAAANo/xqBH_88r_wM/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995447579313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CmMLhAI/AAAAAAAAANo/xqBH_88r_wM/s320/DSC03524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherri!!! Move your head, Pooh Pooh wants to see the screen too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CYcjC1I/AAAAAAAAANg/6ff9ssbzIns/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995443889867602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CYcjC1I/AAAAAAAAANg/6ff9ssbzIns/s320/DSC03484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reuben!!! YAY!!! I got Munny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CM8_JtI/AAAAAAAAANY/BFq6j7gm_Xs/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995440804701906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CM8_JtI/AAAAAAAAANY/BFq6j7gm_Xs/s320/DSC03475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe!!! I've got Munny too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09Bw1oh5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/s54tolM6HXk/s1600-h/DSC03497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995433257666450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09Bw1oh5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/s54tolM6HXk/s320/DSC03497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rock band!!! Reuben is the crazed groupie... Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09BnxosOI/AAAAAAAAANI/3Qinwxn7kGg/s1600-h/DSC03476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995430824980706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09BnxosOI/AAAAAAAAANI/3Qinwxn7kGg/s320/DSC03476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reuben and Yug Han scrambling for Munny!!! Poker is gooooood~.... :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-NU67XnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t2dlp0GvZ8E/s1600-h/DSC03471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344996731433737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-NU67XnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t2dlp0GvZ8E/s320/DSC03471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yug Han took the physical age test on my Wii and got 80 years old... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-NE5fxQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hKCoym9XNGo/s1600-h/DSC03500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344996727132767490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-NE5fxQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hKCoym9XNGo/s320/DSC03500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice Cream Chefs, I think it was a mix of Horlicks, Chocolate and Coffee??? Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-M8tNrrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wuumZmqLArY/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344996724933766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-M8tNrrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wuumZmqLArY/s320/DSC03499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks gross, tastes good... If you won't eat it I will... Our toppings were brownies and gummy bears... The latter was a poor choice, trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-MfHAHLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oUS8SnTilgA/s1600-h/DSC03523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344996716988865714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-MfHAHLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oUS8SnTilgA/s320/DSC03523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FROLICK-ing with Sherri!!! :D Happy times happy times... :D Miss you!!! Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-MJDWGGI/AAAAAAAAANw/rlqJ4jdjtZM/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344996711067949154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si0-MJDWGGI/AAAAAAAAANw/rlqJ4jdjtZM/s320/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BTW Sherri, I WANT that Charles &amp;amp; Keith bag!!! Lets go BUGIS!!! Then go NLB to study okie??? Fun first!!! Its the holidays afterall... I think its cool that after so long, finally meeting up again, we are still into similar stuff!!! Vintageeeeeee... (you can imagine me with a spastic smile when saying that... HEH HEH...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone up for rockband, you know how to contact me right??? Don't study so hard you forget the holidays are meant for fun and relaxation!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3278012725758939604?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3278012725758939604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3278012725758939604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3278012725758939604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3278012725758939604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-op.html' title='Photo Op!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Si09CmMLhAI/AAAAAAAAANo/xqBH_88r_wM/s72-c/DSC03524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-7493769835968899180</id><published>2009-06-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:03:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ALIVE!!! Its ALIVE!!! :D</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG...&lt;br /&gt;My friends have a magical touch. Yesterday we took the whole drum set apart... It literally lay in pieces on my living room floor... The cover here, the little metal thingy there, the screw drivers somewhere else, and the screws loose off everyone's heads. Hehhehhehhehhh... Ying Tai was in charge of all the brute force parts, he literally tore the drum cover off the set and almost ended up stabbing himself with the screwdriver... Well... when you enter my house, everyone gets just a bit more accident prone I guess... Chloe was the good luck charm and I was just lounging on the couch like a potato...  :D heh hehh hehhh&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly telling you, we didn't do anything at all. We disected the whole set, and realised we didn't understand one bit of whats going on we just put the whole set back together again... That in itself was a miracle cos there were just so many bits that didn't look like they belonged anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;But before we gave up all hope, we decided to try our luck again, and lo and behold the drums were working perfectly fine!!! WHOAA!!! AMAZING!!! WE ROCK!!!Even though now the drums are a little shaky because we didn't dare tighten all the screws too tightly just in case we had to work our magic again... But amazing ain't it??? The drums came to life just like frankenstein did... Of course we were screaming for joy just like Dr Frankenstein proclaimed "ITS ALIVE ITS ALIVE!!!"....&lt;br /&gt;Now I can sleep in peace throughout the whole night knowing my drums are working, and I do not have to dig any deeper into my pockets to fix them... (^-^) *SMILES ALL AROUND!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-7493769835968899180?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/7493769835968899180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=7493769835968899180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7493769835968899180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7493769835968899180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-alive-its-alive-d.html' title='Its ALIVE!!! Its ALIVE!!! :D'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-529721406373715103</id><published>2009-05-30T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:58:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punchdrunk</title><content type='html'>OMIGOSH...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4 pm today. Today is the day after CAN! Marathon volunteer shift. I went home at about 9, and I went straight to sleep. You can't imagine how wasted I feel. All of us were just sprawled out on the track sleeping in retarded positions. Plus not to mention my wisdom tooth is giving me hell! Maybe it decided I wasn't that wise afterall so its trying to torture me. :S&lt;br /&gt;The stupid tooth obnoxiously pushing its way through my gum has caused my gum to become swollen, inflamed and extremely sensitive. Just my tongue prodding it will cause me to cringe, my jaw aches, and swallowing hurts. Which leads me to the conclusion that my gum is infected. There is just no way, a growing tooth can cause so much pain without there being more to it. So I'm suriving on a diet of mushy food, water and cooling tea. Also the occasional painkiller to help me chit chat my way through the pain. :D Asking me not to talk is true torture... I'm just a really noisy person. *shrugs* Even if I'm tired I'll just start chanting "I'm tired, so tired, really tired, very tired..." (what can I say???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockband was a failure... The rockband drums weren't working... Total crappifart... (new word invented!!!) But the guitar and the mic were working fine, so we made do. I'll be needing to get new drums soon, otherwise rockband will not be rockband. I have to get it set up before the games comm gathering. But whoever wants to play and crash the party just hop on! Just make sure next time rockband occurs in the day, otherwise, my mom will have nightmares about nightmarish singing... *shudders* :P Nonetheless, it was fun... Ying tai and Glen were just short of devouring the cardboard box to get to the consoles... I'm sorry the drums didn't work guys, I had to drag you two around just to get the consoles. But thanks for setting up the wii and consoles for me!!! :D Hehh hehh hehh... Toward the end of the session they switched to playing boxing... OMG totally retarded, how can you two be so energectic??? I was already totally concussed on the floor, but here they were playing boxing using one player, but played by two. Each holding one end of the controller and punching the air frantically. I should have video-ed the whole thing, it was ridiculous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the cockroach incident... The perfect example of our crazy personalities. When we were going to Glen's house, I saw a cockroach, so my typical reaction was "EEEEE, COCKROACH!!!" then jump-jump-hopped away. Glen went "errr, cockroach!" then stomp-stomp-squished the cockroach. Ying tai's reaction was "EHH!!! You killed my friend!!!" AHHAHAHHHAHAHAAHH!!! Omigosh, Ying tai, you can be the cockroach ambassador...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-529721406373715103?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/529721406373715103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=529721406373715103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/529721406373715103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/529721406373715103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/05/punchdrunk.html' title='Punchdrunk'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4017369622429247378</id><published>2009-05-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:28:06.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession!!!</title><content type='html'>Heys!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping early tonight cos tomorrow there is CAN! Marathon!!! YAYIEE!!! My shift starts at 3am and lasts till 7am!!! Whoopee!!! You'll see me clinging on to my starbucks like its my life... :P Heeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;Okiee, I just finished washing my toilet... EWWW... And I'm just catching some down time... So blog it is!!! Afterall, new blogskin, time for a new blog post... :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blogging about sispec today though... I need to straighten out some details first... LOOK at my tagboard and answer that question LALAT!!! &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to confess that I made my friend lose her memory!!! I know, I'm terrible!!! Trust me I feel perfectly guilty about it... :P Okay, so during PE on tuesday, all of us were supposed to play Captain's Ball. So Chloe and I were just passing the ball around like volleyball... (It was a volleyball BTW) Then the class finally got ready for the game to start proper and asked me to pass them the ball, so i thought nothing of it and threw the ball to them. But at the same time Chloe turned around and walked toward the class, so as if in slow motion I saw the ball rise, and begin to make its descend back down. That ball was going to hit Chloe!!! Like in a nightmare I couldn't find my voice, so I was forced to watch the ball slowly but surely make its way towards Chloe. Then "BONGGG!!!" the ball finally hit a hard surface. The hard surface, was Chloe's head... I'm sorry dear!!! Then today when I asked her about it, she was HUHH??? I forgot liao... OMG, Chloe lost her memory!!! :P Hehhhehhhehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I may be joking about it now, but I really am sorry okay??? :)&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm super happy about my Chinese Oral marks... SO YIPEE!!! :D *Smiles all around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4017369622429247378?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4017369622429247378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4017369622429247378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4017369622429247378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4017369622429247378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/05/confession.html' title='Confession!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3683502164888445620</id><published>2009-05-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:27:52.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherri and Strings</title><content type='html'>Heya,&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the VJC strings concert and I haven't eaten dinner so I'm waiting for my 24/7 Mac Delivery to arrive with my McSpicy... It was nice to see Sherri in her little black dress doing her "thang" with her double bass. I could see that everyone there had really put in effort and felt strongly about what they were performing tonight. The collaboration between band and strings ensemble was flawless. Especially the two songs at the end, those were the best, way to go, ending with a bang. I have got to say though that these cultured performances are really not up my alley, I'd rather be caught banging my head at some rock concert or trash pop performance. (yea I love pop songs, GUILTY as charged... :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with JP and Peanut. WHAO... How rare is it to manage to get JP out???! Tonight the moon is blue... Although I HAVE got to say this: JP, CUT YOUR HAIRRR!!! and STOP bullying ME!!! Be careful of karma dude!!! hmph!!! Yeap and it was great to see peanut again, although I wished she were less tired and bummed about missing church, I miss the high peanut... :( Overall tonight was mighty fine, it was lovely to catch up, really the reason why I even went for the concert was for friends, because I just really don't belong near instrumental music... Unless of course I'm terribly stressed or depressed, because instrumental music does wonders for me there... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG, lemme tell you about the girl sitting next to JP. She was driving us nuts!!! Okayy, maybe it was our fault at first, then after that I realised she's just a leeetle odd. First JP and I were just talking, not loudly I would say. Then she said "Excuse me, could you two keep it down???" (So malu-ating... I know) So JP said "Oh, okay, sorry". Then after that during intermission she left her bag there and left. But the performance theater seats have just no leg room at all, so while she was gone we shifted our bags there and started tap-tap-ing. When she came back, she was furious she went "EXCUSE ME??!"... DUDE!!! Couldn't you just say "I'm sorry could you please move your bags?" So we just moved our bags. So then we observed her and I realised she was at the concert with no one... (Hmmm, that has got to be a sign right???) Then afterward during the last few more popular pieces, she started screaming and hooting... I wanted to turn around and tell her "EXCUSEEE MEEEEE, could you please KEEP IT DOWN??!" Ohh!!! And during intermission, she came back to her seat early, to study!!! OMG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3683502164888445620?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3683502164888445620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3683502164888445620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3683502164888445620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3683502164888445620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/05/sherri-and-strings.html' title='Sherri and Strings'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-573317375524032310</id><published>2009-05-15T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:46:52.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we go from here?</title><content type='html'>Hiya people!&lt;br /&gt;The end of a very tiring week again, and finally the weekend is here. The many days I've spent in school with my eyes burning, head throbbing and brain spinning is really making me look forward to the holidays. Plus kor is coming home!!! Here comes my Econs tutor like Mary Poppins descending from the sky to turn my life around, well at least the life I have with econs. (Which trust me, isn't looking too optimistic :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I describe school right now??? I'd describe it as a cyclone, it just spins and spins with no sign of stopping, consuming and devastating everything in its path. Thats how I feel, caught up with school, work and extra-ciricular stuff, my life goes out the window along with my energy, on top of that all that spinning is making me dizzy! If my energy levels were an earthquake, it would measure a big fat ZERO magnitude on the seismograph. I could just fall asleep on my feet if I allowed myself to. But time waits for no man, and theres just no way time will pause for me, so I keep on trudging along. Visualise the cogs on an old locomotive train, thats me I'll keep chugging along as long as theres a railway track. Which also implies that I'm going to try to stop procrastinating this weekend, and finally attempt to catch up on my work. Especially math and econs, plus study for the upcoming Biology test. I must remind myself that I LOVE Biology, this was what I chose, if I hadn't put in so much effort to plead with papa to allow me to take Biology rather than physics, I'd probably be kicking myself right now. Would anyone like to treat me to a spot of coffee??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the power of people??? I do, if many people are rooting for you, somehow although they are separate entities somehow you'd still feel more confident, more motivated and more determined not to let them down. Afterall all that positivity is sure to rub off onto you. Right now I need my aunt to feel strong, motivated and supported. I want her to feel the faith the spirit and the warmth of the people around her. She needs to know we'll catch her if she falls just like she was for me, just so she can bravely take the next steps for the treatment she requires. So whoever you are, where-ever you are please say a lil prayer for her and will her to get well. I'm sure if you were ill you'd want to know that there are many people who care and want you to get well. I know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-573317375524032310?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/573317375524032310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=573317375524032310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/573317375524032310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/573317375524032310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-do-we-go-from-here.html' title='Where do we go from here?'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-522697144678975229</id><published>2009-05-06T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:11:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGGG... What Rubbish...</title><content type='html'>Hellooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to imply that I have a lot of time to post and blog, its just that today I didn't go to school!!! Its a good thing really, not because I get to skip lessons (really truthfully, come to my school and you'll understand why you CANNOT afford to skip certain lectures... certain lectures though... ) I've been dragging myself to school the past few days because there was always something crucial happening then. Take yesterday for example, I had mock SPA, which I totally messed up because the whole experiment was so unfamiliar!!! Starch indicator??? So do you stop titrating when you see the first drop of blue, or when the whole solution turns blue??? Plus the solution doesn't even look blue!!! Its like muddy water mixed with coffee and milk!!! I think you stop when the whole solution turns "blue" right??? Cos thats when the whole solution is reacted to give as much Iodine as you can possibly get so the starch idicator will react with all that Iodine so the whole solution turns blue??? Seriously just tag me if I'm wrong... I need to know!!! (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is like a germ nest right now, everyone is sick, I have no idea whether they're just psychological or really physically sick... Afterall just the idea of another pandemic (H1N1) is enough to make anyone feel sick. It could also be due to the illogical weather these few days... Global warming??? Hmmm hard to say... Either way, its better to be safe than to be sorry, you wouldn't want to experience a world catastrophe and know that you contributed would you??? Imagine the guilt you'd feel!!! So global warming or not, just do your part and recycle, use less plastic!!! Develop some form of appreciation for the world and its nature around you!!! It'd probably do your character some good too... I mean you'd learn to be grateful for things you usually take for granted right??? (Get my drift???) Alrightyy I'm digressing again, my point is, I'm sick... SICK SICK SICK... BLEHSS... I'm being suffocated by my own phlegm... So I decided to take a day off and re-charge my phagocytes... HEEHEEHEE... That is why, I have a teeny bit of time to blog right smack in the middle of the week... Just like that pudgy guy who is right smack chao tahhing under the sun on a recliner in a teensy tiny purple pair of swimming trunks by the pool (not something i wanna see)... AHHHAHAHHHAHAHA!!! A cloud just blocked out the sun, take it as a sign dude!!! I hope he remembers to flip, otherwise the back of his head will be a different colour from his face... HEHEHHEH... I'm so evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... Updates updates...&lt;br /&gt;After watching Ying Tai and Yuan Song play Table Tennis (BTW, who won??? All I saw was the ball flying everywhere...) You know, when I play Table Tennis, the game sounds like this, "pok, pok pok pok" or "ta pok ta pok ta pok"... But when Ying Tai and Yuan Song play their game sounds like this "pok pok PIAKKKK!!!!" or "tok PIAKKK!!! KAK!!! then waaHHHTOKKK" (anyone can give me a game commentary on that???) I went to Gelare yesterday for its heavenly waffles on half price Tuesdayyy!!! Hallelujahhh!!! Its crispy crust and spongy soft interior, coupled with that chilled gelato that just melts and oozes into your mouth making you experience that euphoric sweet milky sticky taste of chocolate chip cookie dough gelato enough to left any broken spirit... HAHAHA... Feel like eating the waffle now??? Don't forget to ask me along!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOhh... Seems like everyone is engaging their senses nowadays... Glen said Chloe smells nice... All of us were like "WHAT??!" , Glen says Chloe has a natural perfume... HMMM... Glen, normal civilised people don't go around sniffing others... When the rest of us heard that we were like laughing like nuts and I'm sure those who can raise one eyebrow would have raised that one eyebrow... Goshh... like WTH???! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA... Poor Chloe had to endure me sniffing her the rest of the day, which BTW I didn't smell anything... Ai yooo....&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and lalat thinks he sings better than me... Hmmm... You sureee? You wanna re-watch the video a not??? I got evidence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty rooo... Back to PI, and math...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-522697144678975229?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/522697144678975229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=522697144678975229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/522697144678975229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/522697144678975229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/05/omggg-what-rubbish.html' title='OMGGG... What Rubbish...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4832665222046466551</id><published>2009-05-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:11:31.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video!!!</title><content type='html'>Heya again!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its wayy to hot to fall asleep right now, so I was just fiddling with the Movie Maker... I made the video... It ain't the best, but I'm sick!!! So you'll haven to forgive me... But anyhoo, sit back and witness the madness of rockband-ing... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5cb1ffed7071b8ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5cb1ffed7071b8ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D233F3978EBFAEB270D28D0E19BFD84B8C74D8B1C.5B7CECBDE1481E5A9FC42D205AC089981E7CE539%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5cb1ffed7071b8ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_7Tv4ky1lO5wo1S6lQj12IxCQqw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5cb1ffed7071b8ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D233F3978EBFAEB270D28D0E19BFD84B8C74D8B1C.5B7CECBDE1481E5A9FC42D205AC089981E7CE539%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5cb1ffed7071b8ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_7Tv4ky1lO5wo1S6lQj12IxCQqw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4832665222046466551?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5cb1ffed7071b8ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4832665222046466551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4832665222046466551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4832665222046466551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4832665222046466551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/04/video.html' title='Video!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8087208447495621977</id><published>2009-05-01T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:26:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Something Worth Blogging!!!</title><content type='html'>Heya!!!&lt;br /&gt;First of all I want to say a HUGE thank you to Chloe, Ying Tai and Glen for putting up with annoying sick, nasal and sniffling me. If I were any of you I'd have ran far far away... HAHAHA don't worry though, if any of you *TOUCH WOOD!!!* fall sick, I promise I won't run away either!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, you may be wondering, why did they have to put up with me??? It because we went for a BUFFET and ROCKBAND session!!! I had so much fun, its ridiculous, I went totally off my rockers from highness!!! So let me give you a play by play... (^-^) HANG TIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went for a steamboat BUFFET at Novena right??? The food there was pretty okay, but I think the food was a lil too salty, but hey~ who cares right??? I was sick, everything probably tasted weird to me... HAHAHA... So we had super fresh seafood (crabs and prawns) and lotsa meat!!! The meat was making me go nuts!!! OMGG, I love the meat, they tasted so garlic-y and packed to the brim with flavour... The place has teppanyaki, BBQ and steamboat, so the options were limitless!!! Although, the steamboat's spicy soup was so spicy my throat was burning (I knowww, it's bad for my throat)... On another note, don't worry too much, we were good kids and took fair share of vegetables too... (^-^)The desserts were delectable too... Mini brownies, cheesecakes and eclairs!!! Chloe our resident dessert queen just couldn't keep her eyes off the dessert counter, despite being stuffed with food, she still managed to stuff in quite a commendable amount of dessert!!! WHOA... The whole experience was quite a traumatic and full-feeling one... (HEHEHH.. Get the pun??) Traumatic because Chloe and I will never look at prawns the same way again... The seafood was so incredibly fresh that the prawns were still alive and twitching!!! Glen just threw them into the hot water to die and cook!!! Chloe didn't dare eat a single prawn after that... As for me??? I figured the horrific scene was probably good training for doctor-esque experience... (I'm not THAT sadistic okayy??? I refused to eat them too!!!)Of course things don't turn out the way they usually do, and because we were sooo full, Ying Tai and Glen couldn't just finish the prawns by themselves, so I numbed myself and ate one... :( THEN!!! Also because we were so full, we ended up playing "ZHONG JI MI MA" and whoever lost twice would have to eat the prawns... Of course if thats the way to decide things, obviously I would kanna right??? Its just my luck how these things always turn out... HAHAHA... Luckily it wasn't Chloe, because I think if was her, she might just faint... We ate continuously for almost 2 hours... Imagine how full we were!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we decided we needed a workout to work off all that food we gorged on, so we decided to check out ROCKBAND!!! We went to Novena to try our hand at rockband, and it was so fun I'm sure I went giddy... (I dunno, could be the sickness though... HEHEHHEH) All of us were just screaming our heads off, strumming and bannging like crazed people with avengence... Glen became the resident guitar player... HAHAHA... However the equipment were really roughed up... The drums and guitar were totally off their rocker... (HAHAHAH GHEDDIT???) You had to strum and bang on the drums really hard in order to register the signal. So it sucked that I couldn't love the drums this time... :( BTW, sorry guys for making you put up with my off-tune nasal singing... Next time I'll only go if I'm feeling well... HAHAHA... Althoughhh, Ying Tai's singing might have stood a chance winning the worst singer competition if competing with me... RIGHHTT??? (^-^) He's our resident screamer BTW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, today we were supposed to go again, but all of us are just wayy to tired, I think we're probably still digesting last night's food... Plus Ying Tai has no MOOLAHH... So i'm just gonna have to stay home and focus on recovering... My goshh, I've never had a cold that felt so bad before... Anywayyy, last night rocked my socks!!! I was so happy, I almost forgot I was sick... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHWA31owI/AAAAAAAAANA/JRAU_Cd2WKM/s1600-h/DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721921207476994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHWA31owI/AAAAAAAAANA/JRAU_Cd2WKM/s320/DSC03451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHV4gYunI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Iv3W2Tivd8M/s1600-h/DSC03462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721918961629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHV4gYunI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Iv3W2Tivd8M/s320/DSC03462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHVhTPpJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/25oi_mBT_38/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721912732492946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHVhTPpJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/25oi_mBT_38/s320/DSC03461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHVAzjxtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NxPF99Dkcbg/s1600-h/DSC03450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721904009660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHVAzjxtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NxPF99Dkcbg/s320/DSC03450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHU2oHHoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hwZFiWhEZ90/s1600-h/DSC03448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330721901277290114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHU2oHHoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hwZFiWhEZ90/s320/DSC03448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have videos too... But they are wayyy too unglam to post... So I'll have to edit them first... But for now, content yourself with the above. I'm going back to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8087208447495621977?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8087208447495621977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8087208447495621977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8087208447495621977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8087208447495621977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-something-worth-blogging.html' title='Finally Something Worth Blogging!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SfqHWA31owI/AAAAAAAAANA/JRAU_Cd2WKM/s72-c/DSC03451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4937355288390122438</id><published>2009-04-29T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:39:23.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell of Home Sweet Tweet Home!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Ookkayy,&lt;br /&gt;I did something I was not supposed to do today... I went home early... Heh heh heh... But it feels oh-so-good to reach home early for once on a weekday!!! When I opened the door to my house, this super strong smell hit me, it smelt like a mixture of wood with a hint of the joss-sticks papa burns in the morning... AHHHHHHH~~~ It smells sooo good... I love how my home smells really... It smells all woody... Probably because my whole house is furnished with wood and marble, and more wood and marble... HAHAHA... It smells soooo warm and cosy... AHHHH~~~ *Takes a deep breathe*&lt;br /&gt;I even love the smell of my room! From the mountain of dirty clothes in the corner, and the pile of clean ones threatening to mingle with the dirty ones, to the smell of my pillow and bolster... Which incidentally happens to smell like drool and ME!!! Sooo, yeapp!!! I'm happy to be home for once before the sun sets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SMELLING SMELLING SMELLING* (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4937355288390122438?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4937355288390122438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4937355288390122438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4937355288390122438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4937355288390122438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/04/smell-of-home-sweet-tweet-home-d.html' title='The Smell of Home Sweet Tweet Home!!! :D'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3871029648853073421</id><published>2009-04-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:23:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing??!!</title><content type='html'>Heys people,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hanging out fiddling with my laptop passing time and waiting for my iPod to charge... Actually you know what??? Scratch that, I am waiting for my iTouch to charge. YEP!!! HAHAHAHAHA... I got an iTouch!!! I am no longer jealous of kor's Christmas cum birthday present anymore, cos I got mine too!!! Okay not to sound so spoilt and materialistic. I have to say I know exactly what went into the money used to buy this luxury good. &lt;---- OMG too much econs???!!! And I did work my ass off saving for the iTouch, but of course when my iPod crashed and I was officially fed up with it, my measly sum of savings appreciated that boost given by my papa and saiyee... Heh heh hehh... So the past few days I've been quite taken with playing TapTapRevenge 2, Its a simple game really, I think the only reason why I'm so taken by it is because it reminds me so much of rockband and those days I spent during the holidays banging on the drums... Afterall experts say that the memory is a has a very strong influence on our emotions, and since TapTapRevenge 2 triggered the blissful memory of the good ole holidays, obviously I would feel happy right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I got a great deal at the shop too... I met a very helpful salesman, who really knew th products he was selling... Although he sold Apple products he wasn't hesitant to share his horrific experiences with the Apple products truthfully... Poor him, his iPod and iPhone quit on him within 6 months of purchasing them!!! He now only trusts his reliable ole iPod Mini... &lt;---- 6 Years Old... OMGGG... Anywayy, if not for him telling me that I could trade in my iPod I would have never gotten such a good deal... Thank my lucky stars that mercifully he accepted my tattered and battered second-hand iPod... The moment I handed him my iPod, he said "OHMIGAWWD you DROPPED it????!!!!"... I mean seriously what did he expect??? A perfect iPod??? There is a reason why I'm considering purchasing a new one you know??? Plus its me you're talking about!!! Tell me what haven't I dropped before in my life??? His most favoured sentence to me was, "Your iPod has been through HELL, but it survived" Anyway, his diagnosis on my iPod was that I fragmented the hard-disc, and cracked the wheel thingy... :S Whoops??? Surprisingly he still offered me $100 for my iPod!!! WOOHOOO!!! That meant I could buy the 16gb iTouch with just $10 more than what I intended to spend... WHAO... That's double the capacity!!! Although for that deal I had to endure a lot of chiding from him, he was going on and on about how my iPod was tortured and that I was obviously clumsy (DUHH, do you think I drop my iPod on purpose???) and that I have to have to take care of the iTouch... Sir, I try my best... But anyway, he gave me the trade-in deal, and threw in a free SCRATCH-PROOF screen protector and free ALUMINIUM SHOCK-PROOF casing (which he insisted of picking for me... Gee, I wonder whyy) He also said that this was strictly doesn't happen, that this kind of deal is not allowed, well it is happening now!!! HEHHEHHEHH... And that was how I got my iTouch, so yayieee!!! Thank you helpful salesman!!! I'm a very happy customer, and if this happened more often, Singapore's service standard would probably rocket sky high... HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeX7lWFkghI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2TJUS1RzxK8/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeX7lWFkghI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2TJUS1RzxK8/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324938753438155282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table is really getting messy and is slowly being engulfed by work and crap... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3871029648853073421?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3871029648853073421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3871029648853073421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3871029648853073421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3871029648853073421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing??!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeX7lWFkghI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2TJUS1RzxK8/s72-c/DSC03164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-1917817072734739077</id><published>2009-04-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:21:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuan Song's Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay people...&lt;br /&gt;Its update time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPIE BIRTHDAY YUAN SONG!!! Although you're so busy you probably don't even have time to read my blog. Actually being a sotong, you probably don't even know this blog exists... HAHAHA... But oh well, all the more reason to post your unglam pictures up here cos you can't sue me... (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeR5x6hYAjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bTJCKmtNuzI/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324514557888561714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeR5x6hYAjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bTJCKmtNuzI/s320/DSC03419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeR5xs-lLMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9gdZL9sO_xc/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324514554252963010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeR5xs-lLMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9gdZL9sO_xc/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SeR5xTqkJpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ki8r39VxYKU/s1600-h/DSC03409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324514547458123410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Life is just wayy to hectic, I need some me time, thats my feeble excuse!!! I'll study after this okie??? (^-^)Ohh mann, I'm so backlogged with my work I'm like drowning... I'd better use this Good Friday to catch up too!!! Must be Good on Good Friday, and go for Poon family gathering too... (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jan complained my posts are getting to wordy, so here are the pictures!!! Sherri and I finally went out to study on Sunday... Who says that people from different school's can't study together??? I keeeeell youuu!!! HAHAHAH... At least Sherri and I are still on the same wavelength... Heh heh hehhs... Yupp this was taken on the way home on the MRT... Honestly the MRT from the airport to Tanah Merah is a great place to hang out, its incredibly empty!!! I love the spacious feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMPPW8kpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IiUtvtIn1qU/s1600-h/DSC03379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321931209372897938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMPPW8kpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IiUtvtIn1qU/s320/DSC03379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SMOOSH me up against the glass!!! OI!!! Mr MRT driver!!! Drive properly luhh!!! Lucky no one's butt was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMPCwsDLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QOJJnvUGKrQ/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321931205991206066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMPCwsDLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QOJJnvUGKrQ/s320/DSC03378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic... Remember the day we studied at Popeyes and had 2 other people do your quiz for you instead... Righttt Sherri???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMO1bE2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3p9jckPx97M/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321931202410895442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMO1bE2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3p9jckPx97M/s320/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, read that??? You know what to do to Sherri now rightt??? (^-^) Don't quote me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMOrbCsHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/80c0SAwpvlY/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321931199726399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMOrbCsHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/80c0SAwpvlY/s320/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh heh hehh... A picture says a thousand words, I'm not gonna defend myself here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMOHxqZUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OmCjp2F922M/s1600-h/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321931190157600066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMOHxqZUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OmCjp2F922M/s320/DSC03356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherri and dracula teeth!!! I always knew she wasn't all human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQuxMaQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-xL5gSFAwYE/s1600-h/DSC03382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932334495983874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQuxMaQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-xL5gSFAwYE/s320/DSC03382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byeee Sherri!!! Don't Kanna "KIAP" by the MRT doors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQWAL_NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mF0KxPAYFIg/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932327847984338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQWAL_NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mF0KxPAYFIg/s320/DSC03369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherri the fire extinguisher... Heh heh hehhss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQESZsyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bJWs3q2Iu68/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932323092542242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQESZsyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bJWs3q2Iu68/s320/DSC03366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQHBd2uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/56rid9R4qQg/s1600-h/DSC03365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932323826817762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNQHBd2uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/56rid9R4qQg/s320/DSC03365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't do -----&gt; around me, I'll suffocate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNPhHTcrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i5tJHuUBr0w/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321932313650754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtNPhHTcrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i5tJHuUBr0w/s320/DSC03363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh heh hehh... Pretend never see horr???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOucY4DJI/AAAAAAAAALA/LbJ1UiVofWM/s1600-h/DSC03305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933944469851282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOucY4DJI/AAAAAAAAALA/LbJ1UiVofWM/s320/DSC03305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TJC!!! Hah!!! My camera not bad worrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOuB9E2MI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TrI_uh6YCc4/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933937373927618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOuB9E2MI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TrI_uh6YCc4/s320/DSC03332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lalat is always too hungry... Today he attempted to eat a medal... TSK TSK TSK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOt9PW6aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GXx7hrHSO4A/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933936108431778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOt9PW6aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GXx7hrHSO4A/s320/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cool is Chloe??? She's taller than the building!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOttmSL9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_scwfxJMZv0/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933931909623762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOttmSL9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_scwfxJMZv0/s320/DSC03337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOtbigaAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vaAnduHOq7c/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933927061940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtOtbigaAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vaAnduHOq7c/s320/DSC03338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ALPHA!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtShnzGtLI/AAAAAAAAALo/9-cbm0S-7Ts/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321938122240865458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtShnzGtLI/AAAAAAAAALo/9-cbm0S-7Ts/s320/DSC03373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Children, please do not imitate, for you might get your fingers CHOPPED off by the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtSPZEBw0I/AAAAAAAAALg/fuHk5K_8z70/s1600-h/DSC03357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321937809047667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtSPZEBw0I/AAAAAAAAALg/fuHk5K_8z70/s320/DSC03357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtSOiBk0cI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1ect_Alp73A/s1600-h/DSC03359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321937794273432002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtSOiBk0cI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1ect_Alp73A/s320/DSC03359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtSOeUasYI/AAAAAAAAALI/aXg1qafMAPs/s1600-h/DSC03383.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please don't ask me why I do stupid things when I'm out with Sherri (OR peanut for that matter) because they stupefy me (make me stupid... :P) Don't keeelll me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8806637454461620191?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8806637454461620191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8806637454461620191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8806637454461620191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8806637454461620191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/04/slacker-alert.html' title='Slacker Alert!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SdtMPPW8kpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IiUtvtIn1qU/s72-c/DSC03379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3083412430713768396</id><published>2009-04-02T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:32:35.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Happie Birthday Xiao Xuan!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yep!!! Born on 1st April... Hmmm... Honestly if I were her I would be wary of any birthday cakes I receive that day... But thats just me ehh??? Maybe people are nice enough not to prank her... Heh heh hehh...&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't stop any of us from pranking other though!!! I brought a whole tube of wasabi and a whole tube of Oreos to school, needless to say by combining the two, you get the Classic Wasabi-O's!!! The night before I was eating dinner and filling my favourite biscuits with wasabi... It was so fun, there were like 15-20 oreos lying open on the table all around me,I was wondering which oreos I should sabotage... In the end I decided to be terrible and alternate the Oreos with Wasabi-O's. I had to make the Oreos look less suspicious right??? So I had to open the packet without it looking like the Oreos inside had been taken out before... Obviously knowing me, I failed like an doofus... I was pinching the two ends of the opening and thinking "slowly slowly, gently gently" then all of a sudden "Whooshhhiakk!!!" the whole packet tore all the way down to the middle... Great... Just perfect... HAHAHAHA... But I still managed to put the Oreos back into the packet it looked pretty okay... I'd just have to put on a better act. ( I even remembered the order of sabotaged Oreos OKIEE??? It was 3 normal, then alternating Wasabi-O's and Oreos)(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, after recess, during chinese lesson, I took the whole packet out and gave it to Ying Tai and Yug Han to carry out the evil deed... Who of all was our poor victim??? Yuan Song!!! All of us were eating the normal ones so he thought that we didn't bother sabotaging his Oreo... Truth was, Ying Tai prepared an extra spicy one for Yuan Song!HAHAHAH... So all of us were watching Yuan Song from the corner of our eyes, slowly but surely the Oreo made it's way to his mouth, then a few seconds later... "OMG SO HOTTT!!!" all of us burst out laughing... Except Chloe who was studiously doing her CHEMISTRY in CHINESE class... I had to explain to her what happened, but she totally missed the look on Yuan Song's face... HAHAHA... Zhu Lao Shi spun around when she heard the histerical laughter, when she finally figured out what happened she wrote on the board "Yu Ren Jie- qing xiao xin!!!" (Translation: April Fool's Day, please be careful!!!) I would have found some way to prank other people with the Wasabi-O's, except Yug Han found the Wasabi-O's so nice he walloped off the whole packet... (^-^) Well, we all know what to get you for your birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually the Wasabi tasted quite nice, so I ended up just squeezing some onto my fingers and eating it directly... The feeling is almost like taking a roller coaster... Its spicy enough (if you take a large enough amount) to make you go WHOOOSHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a crazy April Fool's Day, but it was memorable enough... Obviously I can't use the same trick again next year, so you people watch out!!! It won't be the same trick again...(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I still have some wasabi left, anyone wants??? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3083412430713768396?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3083412430713768396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3083412430713768396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3083412430713768396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3083412430713768396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-9043538415526775338</id><published>2009-03-28T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:35:36.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Dayieee</title><content type='html'>Hello again!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like blogging, I'm not sure why... But then again, its always a challenge trying to predict what my next mood will be ain't it? (^-^) I'm pretty happy about that though, because that keeps me from being boring... (I'm not trying to justify anything here...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just came home from speech day, and its only 12 plus... I'm so shocked!!! Usually on normal weekends, at this time, i wouldn't even have woken up yet!!! I'm not sure its a good thing a not, having more time at my disposal, or having less sleep??? Its okay I guess, I'll try sleeping in tomorrow... (If I can get out of the family thingy... *naughty naughty*)HAHAHA... OMG btw, the plaque the school gave me is crooked!!! TSK!!! Haiyeer... I feel so cheated... BLEHS... heehee.. Actually it really doesn't matter THAT much to me, I'm just happy I got it. Last year it was my dream to do well enough to be invited back for speech day, today my dream has come trueeee!!! :D Oh and BTW I found out today during the Principal's speech that Cedar's O-level MSG of 9.0 is the BEST in Singapore!!! Uh huhh Uh huhh... We rock, we dahh mann, we dahh best... Way to go class of 08!!! We proved our worth!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Sherri last night for supper, at Tampines Mall. Reason behind the location is because my dearest BIL decided to pick on me, and bully me (whats new here???) making me purchase the tickets for the movie we are watching tonight... YAYIEEE Movieeee!!! I'm not complaining, but you guys owe me TEN bucks each!!! (I ain't rich ya know???) The total sum of the tickets amounted to my whole weeks allowance!!! Don't you guys try to cheat my munnyyyy... HEE HEE HEE... Or you can try sucking up to me, see if I'll waive your ticket fee... Your choice here... For sucking up advice please approach Earl of 17/09, he's the expert... HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, the point is, Sherri and I simply cannot go out without creating some form of "hoo haa"... So we went to the counter and bought 5 tickets. I opened my purse, to realise that I only had about $15. So I turned to Sherri and said "save meeee", so Sherri opened her wallet and found she had $30. That meant we were short of $5. What would you do if you were me??? Logically I opened my coin compartment, and started taking out as many coins as I could. Okay maybe it was more like dumping all my coins on the counter. We were still short of about $1. So I found another 70cents in some hidden compartment in my purse. And Sherri miraculously found "30cents" in here purse as well... So YAYIEEE I was saved. So we stood there waiting for the lady to count all the coins... Ohhh boy, you shoulda looked at the look on her face when she saw the coins pouring out our wallets. Then after a long while after counting and recounting and recounting again she said "you are stil short of 10 cents"... OMG... So close!!! I turned to Sherri and said, I have 5cents, do you have another 5cents??? Her wallet was totally empty... We were screwed!!! The lady was getting annoyed by the milli-second, I could see her the wrinkles on her face appearing one by one. Then all of a sudden Sherri went "AHHHHH!!!!!!" and dug out a hidden 10cent coin. Suddenly that 10cent coin was the most important thing in the world... Out savior... We handed it to the lady who almost looked like she was about to cry, she handed us the tickets, sighed, shook her head and thanked her lucky stars she doesn't see customers like us very often... HAHAHAHAA... So the moral of the story here is, NEVER buy movie tickets if you do not have a credit card of cash. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri once said that my blog was like the happiest blog in the world... Thats kinda true... I mean if this blog is the way I store my memories, I would want to store happy memories right??? I am however capable of other emotions you know??? HAHAHA... I got pissed today, but its okay, I'll just make sure my day ends happy, so I'll go to sleep thinking about happy things (makes for good dreams, no nightmares for me please) Although I must say: your survival instinct is so highly evolved you are able to assure yourself everything is not your fault, you are well versed in the art of blaming others while your self-reflective mechanism is severely impaired. It is truly amazing that you think your "vocabulary" is so extensive people are unable to use the same words with you while you can do the exact opposite. URGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Byeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-9043538415526775338?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/9043538415526775338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=9043538415526775338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/9043538415526775338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/9043538415526775338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/03/speech-dayieee.html' title='Speech Dayieee'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4497169055045025014</id><published>2009-03-27T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:48:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Report</title><content type='html'>Hiyee!!!&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I really can't remember what day it was when I last posted, so I'm guessing its about time I posted anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Yep okay despite the holidays being a mere one week ago, I'm already half dead. My energy and chii levels are at rock bottom. Reason being that the holidays were pathetic. I spent Sunday night at Zouk, even though I had extra classes in school the next day, and then after school on monday the Games Comm came to my house to play mahjong. (YAYIEE!!!) After the mahjong session, I joined Sherri and Peanut at the chalet, and although I was not intending to stay the night, I did anyway... (What can I say??? I'm addicted to fun) Tuesday I had an overnight camp at EVPS(for more information read my previous post)camp broke on Wednesday morning, but I was sooo tired I crashed when I reached home (talk about a totally unproductive day)Thursday was the class gathering of course!!! Only about 10 of us made it?? The number is kinda meek, but what matters is that we had fun... Afterwards the Mahjong Khakis trooped over to my house for another round of mahjong. Then Friday I went to Braddell to visit my gramma, which was where I spent the whole weekend. When I finally reached home on Sunday, voila!!! The holidays were over, and I had to rush my homework... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no superwoman of course, so I ended spending much of this week catching up on my holiday homework which I obviously couldn't complete... (^-^) What can I say?? At least I'm not denying not doing my homework, I'm being upright and honest!!! Before I knew it the whole week slipped away! All I can remember is my cousin's wedding dinner which I kinda crashed (BTW because I was late, I ran from Clark Quay MRT to Liang Court in heels!!! I find that a pretty amazing feat!!!:D), PE lessons, the Tennis and Volleyball session on Thursday after school (BTW Yug Han, lets not play tennis, we'll stick to V-ball!!!) and my fervent wishes to be able to sleep early or sleep in late... Which is obviously not going to happen tomorrow either because I have Speech Day in Cedar... Watch out people!!! Yours truly is gonna get the silver award!!! I heard that there is no bronze award though... Is that true??? What do you take us for??? Mindless people with no ability to evaluate??? If the above is true, then the Silver award is the equivalent of the bronze! Please let the above be rumours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Zouk pictures, I'm sorry they are so blur, I took them with my phone, in a dimly lit place (DUHHH...), I must add although, do not enter a similar place if you are not willing to sacrifise your hearing ability for the next one to two days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7xbbWbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WZoHVTNcLrY/s1600-h/LGIM0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7xbbWbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WZoHVTNcLrY/s320/LGIM0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317817601921604018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu76w5XfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B1dqZQ12Pz0/s1600-h/LGIM0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu76w5XfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B1dqZQ12Pz0/s320/LGIM0061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317817604427570674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7uemuXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PqwcrbPUbrg/s1600-h/LGIM0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7uemuXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PqwcrbPUbrg/s320/LGIM0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317817601129625970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7pwuTeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TXH2gpIus7Q/s1600-h/LGIM0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7pwuTeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TXH2gpIus7Q/s320/LGIM0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317817599863442914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu6xkA87I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OVQhwuNgb1M/s1600-h/LGIM0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu6xkA87I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OVQhwuNgb1M/s320/LGIM0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317817584777753522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4497169055045025014?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4497169055045025014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4497169055045025014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4497169055045025014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4497169055045025014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/03/holiday-report.html' title='Holiday Report'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Scyu7xbbWbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WZoHVTNcLrY/s72-c/LGIM0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6487595244290565543</id><published>2009-03-18T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:07:04.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Error Error Sala Sala</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like dead beat right now. I just came back from a overnight camp organised for P5 EVPS kids, a camp where I was supposed to be a facilitator... Although I'm pretty sure I sucked cos I was just wayyy to tired. I mean this camp wasn't a typicall overnight camp, it was a OVER the night camp. As in literally the activities were organised during the night itself!!! At CBD area and ECP... (I walked from one end of ECP to the other and back again!!!) The P5 kids were like energiser bunnies!!! It like they didn't understand what exhaustion is, plus the previous night I was at chalet. So that that is the equivalent of an 80 year old woman running after 5 year old children. Which is the reason why I came home before 12p.m today but slept all the way till 6p.m skipping lunch in between!!! Can you say DEAD BEAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of chalet, I would say the most fun I had there was the water fight. Although Sherri is gonna die for not telling me to bring extra clothes!!! So i got soaked from head to toe... BLEHS!!! I was like a walking human sponge. But it was nice seeing Sherri, Danny-boy, and those who call me Ah POON, namely Steven, Nathanial,Jeremy, Xin Da and Bob.... Seriously I've got a name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we watched Shutter till midnight, I was supposed to go home, but then I stayed on. Even though I had camp the next day, I was actually just way too scared to go home... I mean I was literally screaming my head off when I was watching the movie even though it was probably my 3rd time watching it... Some things are just plain SCARY. Although I must say screaming is theraputic... Great stress reliever... HAHAHA... On the other hand, I must say I'm super mann... I was the bomb dude!!! I wasn't half as scared at Jeremy who was like screaming damn high pitched (trying to say "like a girl" here... :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6487595244290565543?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6487595244290565543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6487595244290565543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6487595244290565543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6487595244290565543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/03/error-error-sala-sala.html' title='Error Error Sala Sala'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-7382246641963696302</id><published>2009-03-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:47:15.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heyy people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sunday! And I have to post, otherwise I'll break my new year's resolution to post once a week. So here is the post!!! Please don't come and tell me your week ends on Saturday and that you regard Sunday as the first day of the week. Going by my calendar, Monday is the first day of the week! (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so here's the major topic of the week... Talentime and Archery!!! That was yesterday BTW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heads up people!!! Tell me if you wanna join archery SIG, because instead of forcing people to join frisbee SIG I figured archery SIG would be a lot easier to organise. Reason why??? Simple, people know what archery is better than they know what frisbee is!!! So many people think that frisbee is a throw and fetch game you play with your dog!!! And that truly is an insult to Ultimate frisbee. Grrrr.... But anyhooo, yup!!! Chloe, Yug Han, Ying Tai and I went for Archery on saturday, and I remembered how much I used to like archery. Furthermore, the guy that spoke to us coaches the National team and he agreed to help us along the way, actually he planned the whole route for us to go from SIG to PDP. So tell me honestly who in the right mind would let this chance slip by??? Huhhh??? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway so after archery Chloe, Ying Tai and I went to Toa Payoh to makan SUBWAYY.... I absolutely love subway... Its hard to explain, because I'm not a sandwich person, but there is just something about Subway sandwiches... Something magical??? HAHAHAH!!! Ohh, you may be wondering why we went all the way to Toa Payoh for Subway... Thats because a LALAT, forgot to bring his talentime ticket... BLEHH... HAHAH... nahhs, not that I mind going to Toa Payoh, we had sooo much time to spare anyway... Anyway I think that LALAT walks like SUPER fast, because before I could even opn my mouth to bite my sandwich he like literally popped out from nowhere all changed and with his talentime ticket.... Must be legs too long... *grumble grumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after lunch we went to Tampines!!! (I know what you're thinking all the way down then back up!!!) We went to the arcade, and there we saw this mahjong set in the arcade waiting to be won, so that shall be games comm's mission, and vision!!! To win that majong set and play majong till the cows come home!!! (^-^) Yep!!! I'm darn happy the whole Games Comm plays mahjong!!! Anyway, we played this game where we have to throw tiny plastic balls at the screen, it was super fun, but out hands suffered from cramps after that. :( Then came along some basket ballers from TJC, and it was hilarious to see four super tall guys in proper shirts and jeans throwing teeny tiny little plastic balls at a screen on a machine painted bright pink, while all the time they were screaming and shouting going crazy... AHAHHA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talentime was okay, I think the magician was the bomb, his humour was spot on, and literally laughed till I cried and cried till I screamed in amusement... Then came Ira, whom I sat infront of in class for 2 years, I cannot believe that I didn't know that she could sing... Ohh boy that girl can sing like gila!!! Talentime also reminded me of two songs I used to love but forgot about. Now I remember them again!!! Beautiful meaningful powerful soulful everyting ful songs!!! HAHAHA... Hero and When You Believe... I think I'll add them to my playlist... We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Talentime, Ying Tai, Chloe and I went to Bedok for supper... Ying Tai ahhh.... He can go be "DA ER LONG"... He's superb at "TAO ZAI".... I had to treat him to hokkien mee because I punched his nose on Friday... :( HAHHAHA.... Wait a minute!!! Before you think that I go around school punching people for fun, let me tell you that that LALAT started it, and it was absolutely accidental... Furthermore after the whole incident, it was my hand that was bruised, Ying Tai's face bore no indication that he had even been punched at all!!! Talk about unfair... *grumble grumble* HAHAHA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SbzqXZ8ijnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OmEKw69cfWs/s1600-h/DSC03255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313379348213042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SbzqXZ8ijnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OmEKw69cfWs/s320/DSC03255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seee??? Lalat stealing moneyy!!!HAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-7382246641963696302?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/7382246641963696302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=7382246641963696302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7382246641963696302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7382246641963696302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekly-report.html' title='Weekly Report'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SbzqXZ8ijnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OmEKw69cfWs/s72-c/DSC03255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6397822249764768036</id><published>2009-03-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:57:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping true to my word</title><content type='html'>Heys people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking I really shouldn't be blogging right now, but you know what? I'm gonna keep true to my word and blog once a week. I mean afterall compared to people who blog every single day, once a week seems negligible! Although those that blog everyday, I really don't know how you guys have so much to say! Your life must be really eventful... How I wish my life was as equally entertaining. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for this quick post I'll be posting a couple of random pictures up here to account for my activities in the past week. I would post my CG's English Fair vodcast up here, but I already did so on the CG blog, so I'm sure it wouldn't be too much of a tire for you to click on the link to check it out for yourself! :D &lt;a href="http://www.seventeenonine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.seventeenonine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_PnrCc-qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vNfxTqyESV8/s1600-h/DSC03138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690766167964322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_PnrCc-qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vNfxTqyESV8/s320/DSC03138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the uber imba frisbee team!!! YAY us!!! I'm telling you these guys really rock. Crazy skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_PnfcnXQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0j611Tqap_A/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690763056471298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_PnfcnXQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0j611Tqap_A/s320/DSC03132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frisbee celebrations with star making with legs.. hahahahah... No prizes for those who guess which legs are mine. Can't tell which legs are mine right? RIGHT??! hint, my legs are NOT the typical girly fair kind. (^-^) I mean, this was after a FRISBEE competition!!! What does that tell you?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_Pm8D9trI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MWs3bj77VD0/s1600-h/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690753557837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_Pm8D9trI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MWs3bj77VD0/s320/DSC03154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cycling SIG! This was the first time we met, and the first time I EVER cycled from East Coast to the ESPLANADE... I'm so proud of myself though... :D Clarence is a great navigator too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_Pmo-woLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AroHxeLWWY0/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690748435734706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_Pmo-woLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AroHxeLWWY0/s320/DSC03017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stumbled upon this picture when i was scrolling through my USA pictures. It was a retarded New Years countdown. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_RypGFRgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G1_-IyszAg8/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693153648133634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_RypGFRgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G1_-IyszAg8/s320/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are MY feet after playing frisbee barefoot in the muddy field... AND I don't mind! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_RyGH4sKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n_F6SXO8aQY/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693144260456610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_RyGH4sKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n_F6SXO8aQY/s320/DSC03134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Star making with fingers... HAHAHA... We are stars... (^-^) Guess which fingers are mine? If the picture were larger you would know straight away, cos I "tattooed" my fingers... :D Clue: my fingers are the stubbiest most un-girl like looking ones. I think the guys have nicer fingers than me!!! *sobs!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_YdLwYrrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KM1yXEA1Zug/s1600-h/DSC03207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309700481576644274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_YdLwYrrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KM1yXEA1Zug/s320/DSC03207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHA... Pa's birthday is tomorrow, so we bought a birthday cake for him. I wallopped that cake in a bite. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_X6Tx7qkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g_O0MGKBT-k/s1600-h/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309699882435193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_X6Tx7qkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g_O0MGKBT-k/s320/DSC03198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy and PaPa. With the cake still intact. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_X56L2FRI/AAAAAAAAAII/wVjsFxXpLi4/s1600-h/DSC03197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309699875564557586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_X56L2FRI/AAAAAAAAAII/wVjsFxXpLi4/s320/DSC03197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa and I!!! I had to stand in a half squat while mummy fiddled with the camera for forever, I had leg cramps by the time that picture was snapped. Which would explain my pained expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_X5bbYUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l6MinitbrSc/s1600-h/DSC03193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309699867308216898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_X5bbYUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l6MinitbrSc/s320/DSC03193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The full cake in all its glory!!! Mummy pang seh-ed me halfway while I was singing the birthday song, I was left to sing it all alone with my still recovering throat. BLEH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to math tutorial for me NOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6397822249764768036?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6397822249764768036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6397822249764768036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6397822249764768036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6397822249764768036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-true-to-my-word.html' title='Keeping true to my word'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/Sa_PnrCc-qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vNfxTqyESV8/s72-c/DSC03138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6995561591444794561</id><published>2009-02-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:29:52.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dizzy Bizzy</title><content type='html'>Hello people!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bombed and occupied by JC and work that there is only one word to describe it. OVERWHELMING!!! While i totally enjoy the go to school and talk nonsense with nonsense people part of school life, I have to say tutorials and lectures do not even come close. Tutorials are difficult and you are left alone, poor you all alone in the deep deep sea to drown. Yep thats right, Sink or Swim time hunny. Lectures!!! Oooh boy, that is one brilliant invention. It should be termed "the don't care if you listen or sleep, I'll just drone on and one" class. Either that, or the lectures go at such a fast pace you are left behind in its dust with your brain threatening to explode within your cranium. As a result I think everyone in my CG is surviving on sweets and energy drinks, because everyone just tries so desperately to stay awake in class.&lt;br /&gt;A good example would be Ying Tai!!! Today during Econs lecture he fell asleep. Whoaa... His sleeping position is the bomb!!! He can sleep but look like he is serenely looking at his notes with a green highlighter in his hand. Maybe I should learn... HAHAHA... Anyway so to "help" him stay awake, I kicked his chair, and Glen poked him. Oooh boy the both of us got a "just let me SLEEP!" look. Next time I see Ying Tai sleep, I will use that green highlighter of his and draw on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of surviving on sweets and energy drinks, that is probably why my throat infection is taking crazy long to heal. Considering I didn't get any medicine, maybe its normal?? I don't know, according to Abbie, his dad the DOCTOR says there is a cough bug going around. So people be wary! On top of the unwanted visitor, throat infection, I got other unwanted vistors!!! I have mozzies, probably cos my blood is too sweet!!! (that means mosquitoes :D)   These monster mozzies are "kissing" me all over, and giving me huge swollen bumps. I swear the one on my hand is in the shape of a country... Monster mozzie bites = Monster itch. So what did I do??? DRAW on them!!! I drew the outline of the bite to emphasize its size, then drew arrows to it labelling my bites... One of the arrows even said "Scratch me" HAHAHA. See??? I think I am getting too bored during certain tutorial classes... Heh hehh hehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, so by a stroke of luck, CG 17/09's Frisbee team got SECOND!!! TADAHH!!! YAY us!!! Now you people have no excuse not to join my frisbee SIG... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6995561591444794561?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6995561591444794561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6995561591444794561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6995561591444794561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6995561591444794561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-dizzy-bizzy.html' title='School Dizzy Bizzy'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8145456180464022050</id><published>2009-02-18T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:54:00.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling Down...</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to announce that I love TJC more and more each day... Heh heh hehh... I know the atmosphere is totally different from Cedar's. But I think TJC's one is pretty cool on its own... People here are probably not as bonded as Cedar's which makes me just miss the way I feel right at home in school because you know everyone around you. But I guess most JC's don't have that kind of environment anyway. The freedom and independence in TJC feels pretty liberating... I don't know if anyone else feels liberated or otherwise, but i do!!! JC feels less suffocating compared to secondary school, and in JC there are plenty more options available to you.  Yep! This brings me to my next point, the reason why I am so contented with TJC today, is probably because they have ULTIMATE FRISBEE as an S.I.G!!! Although I am disgruntled with the fact that its not a PDP, but I'd better count my blessings, since I don't have to start the S.I.G myself anymore. I love playing frisbee!!! Also on the flip side, because its only an SIG, I have to officially join a PDP, so I'll have LEO club as my PDP, because I like the idea of a PDP whose impact is directly on society and the community, rather than being school based. (YES!!! I do like all that CIP) On top of that, I'll have my SIG frisbee!!! So LEO and Frisbee!!! I adore that combination, and good because that shall be my life for the next 2 years... Anyone asks, you know what I'd be doing. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I am totally addicted to bubble tea &amp;amp; M&amp;amp;Ms... Bubble tea has this taste that no other drink has, and the flavour options leave me absolutely spoiled for choice. M&amp;amp;Ms are well, chocolate and colour, what could possibly go wrong??? I'm not sure the combination goes hand in hand, but they can't go that wrong!!! Alrighty now, no one said JC life was slack, so I'm gonna get to work now... Or watch ANTM... Either one. So don't disturb me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!!! (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8145456180464022050?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8145456180464022050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8145456180464022050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8145456180464022050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8145456180464022050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/settling-down.html' title='Settling Down...'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-1138509487941162334</id><published>2009-02-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:32:16.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday to Saturday</title><content type='html'>Hello people!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so over the emo post.... I'm on to happier pastures!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a multiple dates on VALENTINES DAY!!! YAY!!! No kidding!!! Except my dates were all Cedarians and were my ex-classmates... BLEH... Don't get me wrong, my friends are the bomb, hanging with them makes you feel like you're on top of the world living the life... But I ask myself, what am I doing in SCHOOL on valentines day??? Hahahaha.... For CEDAR funfair!!! YAY!!! I hope they raised a crazy lot of funds... The place was so crowded I thought the building would collapse from stress! Hmmm, it'll probably be a good idea for the school to hire some contractors or whoever to come examine the building for any hairline fractures or ecetera just in case the highness of the Cedar crowd resulted in an unsound buiding structure. Trust me you never know what Cedarians can do, do NOT underestimate their destructive power. :P The best part of the day was meeting up with the foodies and crazy eights. I MISS YOU GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, anyway, on Friday, we had OG outing after road run where mine was the role of a student official. My duty was easy, all I had to do was to get people into the tents, specifically the top 23 runners... Although easy it was NOT glamorous at all... I had to stand by the finishing line, and you would have runners who were so tired they absolutely paid no attention where they were going, they would continue running and running despite your efforts to scream "SLOW DOWN!!! SLOW DOWN!!! SLOOOOOWWW DOWWWNNN AHHHHHH!!!!!!!" and before you know it, there would be one of those runners, running right smack into you along with a shower of sweat... Whooo!!! HAHAHA... But I'm used to this kind of thing, so its okay... Just felt it was worth a mention.... :D OG outing to SIGLAP!!! It was gooood... Heheheh... Super funny... But I shan't elaborate in case some people (EHHEMMeB... EHHEMMeR) try to assasinate me. But you guys get what I mean... Riggghhht??? HAHHAA!!! Anyway we should always try to keep in touch as an OG, so I'm in FAVOUR of more OG gatherings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I just got my CG timetable, and my classes are crazy for tomorrow, so I gotta go NOW, to do my pre-lecture readings. SEE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MinMin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-1138509487941162334?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/1138509487941162334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=1138509487941162334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1138509487941162334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/1138509487941162334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-to-saturday.html' title='Friday to Saturday'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2565831297794692425</id><published>2009-02-12T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:53:32.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment (EMO post alert!)</title><content type='html'>Hey whats up people??&lt;br /&gt;Right now the time is 833p.m I went for my Air Rifle 2nd round tryouts today. They said the results would be known tonight. Its already pretty late for the release of results, so I'm assuming that I didn't get in. I actually never imagined myself in another PDP, so I guess right now I'm kinda at a loss. I don't know what other PDP i should join. I'm probably going to end up in some crappy PDP where I don't even feel passionate about. But I guess I can't do anything about it, much less even be angry, because nobody shot those shots but myself. Unless I want to get angry with myself, I'm thinking that I probably just have to get over it. Nonetheless the feeling of rejection sucks, any kind of rejection at all sucks. It makes me feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;and lethargic, restless and down. Its just this feeling that keeps nagging and nagging at me even though I try to ignore it. I should learn to deal with it though, because I have to admit that 17 years of my life, I have never really experienced much rejection or disappointment, and its high time I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm just staring at my laptop screen... Sighing over and over again. TJ life... Gosh... Please please be good to me.... I so do wanna believe in sai weng shi ma... Let all negativity turn into something positive!!! Don't worry though, I'm a firm believer in doing my best in whatever comes my way, so whatever.... Life goes on... And I continue chugging along.... Most important of all, wearing a smile on my face, because happiness is all that matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO.... SMILE people!!! &lt;br /&gt;MinMin MUST be happy. If electricity is a robot's power, happiness is mine!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2565831297794692425?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2565831297794692425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2565831297794692425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2565831297794692425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2565831297794692425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/disappointment-emo-post-alert.html' title='Disappointment (EMO post alert!)'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3368666854219689163</id><published>2009-02-11T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:31:52.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherri ohh Sherri</title><content type='html'>My dearest bestie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have a little something to tell me hmmm??? Never call never sms, ehh you anti-social lah you... You make sure you are ok alright?? Otherwise I'll turn up on your doorstep and do spotcheck!!! Anyway, new JC, new school, new beginnings, one step at a time. Please please make sure you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SZLTLH9w-JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Bh9B0TWlm1A/s1600-h/Whats+Up!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301531899438626962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SZLTLH9w-JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Bh9B0TWlm1A/s320/Whats+Up!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3368666854219689163?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3368666854219689163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3368666854219689163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3368666854219689163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3368666854219689163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/sherri-ohh-sherri.html' title='Sherri ohh Sherri'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SZLTLH9w-JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Bh9B0TWlm1A/s72-c/Whats+Up!!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-9054884761277454062</id><published>2009-02-07T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:05:30.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>Heyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a song I'm totally hooked on right now... Such a sweet upbeat yet kinda sad song. For all you people with crushes out there, but can't get together with your crush cos they like someone else!!! (BTW this is a very very common problem, so don't feel too alone!!! Life goes on, and you still have to do your best in everything that comes your way okayy???) JIA YOU JIA YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aRu0Bh8OIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aRu0Bh8OIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Love,&lt;br /&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-9054884761277454062?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/9054884761277454062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=9054884761277454062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/9054884761277454062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/9054884761277454062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/belong-with-me.html' title='Belong With Me'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-7647153845419104681</id><published>2009-02-04T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:17:28.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Old Times Sake</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is my second post of the day. I was talking to Sherri and we were just saying that we missed all our friends...&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to upload some videos of us going crazy, the raw footages of my previous videos. So hopefully, you guys will have a good laugh, and most importantly do NOT forget us! We'll always be here for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first video going up uP UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3192d10ac0662075" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3192d10ac0662075%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59B7BC96553234378E4BE32B14077BC5C01E9E6E.6AEF3AAC054A7094FB303EB2CB80A88A124E3CB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3192d10ac0662075%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF5284UvnuiAZEUN8vP3nrH_j0Ug&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3192d10ac0662075%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59B7BC96553234378E4BE32B14077BC5C01E9E6E.6AEF3AAC054A7094FB303EB2CB80A88A124E3CB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3192d10ac0662075%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF5284UvnuiAZEUN8vP3nrH_j0Ug&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-7647153845419104681?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/7647153845419104681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=7647153845419104681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7647153845419104681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/7647153845419104681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-old-times-sake.html' title='For Old Times Sake'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3737366111321585338</id><published>2009-02-04T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:25:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Update of the YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Wassap people??!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for my high spirits, I just returned from day 3 of TJC orientation!!! Yet again, high spirits is nothing bad, so why request for pardon?? Yea, I didn't get Hwa Chong, but ahh well, Sai Weng Shi Ma... Ya know?? For those who cannot understand chinese, or han yu pin yin, it basically translates into "STAY POSITIVE". Besides it may be a blessing in disguise, if I had to compete with those 2 pointers and scholars in HCJC, I am going to be stressed and totally out of my element. Those who know me well, know that MinMin prefers to SNOOZE &amp;amp; CRUISE, not necessarily take the easy way out, because JC is never easy. What I mean is that I excell better in a less stressful environment where people are less competitive and good academic support is given. Where I don't need to feel like I'm constantly being hounded by ridiculously smart people, like I'm forever in a competition and where people expect you to be a genius. (YES!!! I don't like feeling stupid!!! I know I may seem like that sometimes....... but ohhh just be quiet!!!) So far, people in TJC have been really nice, so I'm not complaining so much yet. Although I have heard much about their discipline?? So... I'm changing my darling CONVERSE shoes, to a pair that is a little less OSTENTATIOUS.... Note: I use the word "little less" because what is MinMin without colour??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, basically, all I have to do is really give it my all to hopefully get good grades and stay there!!! I know I know.... AND build my portfolio.... (I understand HCJC has a great scholarship preparation programme, but I hope that if I work really hard I'll still stand a chance. Afterall the end point is the same, A-Levels....) MUST do WELL!!!! Hahahax... JIA YOUS!!! (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;OHH!!! BTW, having a straight bus to school feels OH-SO-GOOD... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much has been happening. Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5eAmVB_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tQ2tT2NfhFY/s1600-h/LGIM0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899993041897458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5eAmVB_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tQ2tT2NfhFY/s320/LGIM0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY SISTER!!! Whooot!!! Prettay right??? In a magazine advertistment for her bridal studio lehh!!! Don't mess with her mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5d6pgPYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jn-gbfp-rWI/s1600-h/LGIM0035+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899991444602242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5d6pgPYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jn-gbfp-rWI/s320/LGIM0035+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretttayyy.... OH if you can see that faint hand behind the words ontop, that is a picture of their hands, my sister's wedding ring is on the advertistment for all who are observant enough to see. GUYS, please don't follow suit and get your girlfriend a bigger diamond okie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5duzXowI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4hpenBfs4Bs/s1600-h/LGIM0033+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899988264755970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5duzXowI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4hpenBfs4Bs/s320/LGIM0033+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STILL PRETTAY... Yep, thats my brother-in-law BTW. Sorrie, I had FLASH on so there's that irritating white splotch on the glossy pages of BRIDES magazine... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5djWfVcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mFLWXrJqeZ0/s1600-h/LGIM0039+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899985190835650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5djWfVcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mFLWXrJqeZ0/s320/LGIM0039+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is my Cheer bear cake!!! Alvina gave me a cheer bear stuffed toy too!!! HAHAHA. I like that its PINK, and has a COLOURFUL rainbow on it's belly. Whats more, it represents CHEER! Alright I'm gonna stop now before I sound bimbotic... Hehhehh... *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MinMin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3737366111321585338?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3737366111321585338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3737366111321585338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3737366111321585338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3737366111321585338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-update-of-year.html' title='2nd Update of the YEAR!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl5eAmVB_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tQ2tT2NfhFY/s72-c/LGIM0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-803132169574136040</id><published>2009-01-25T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:42:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPIE BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I'm getting my Carebear Cake!! Its Cheer bear by the way, because I like the rainbow on its belly. The ironic thing is, I had to go collect the cake myself. So sincere of my family right?? Ohh well, blame my birthday for falling on Chinese New Year eve, and the fact that my traditional family is obviously buzzing with errands to run. Don't misunderstand me though, I like the fact that my family is traditional, it gives all these chinese-related public holidays whole new meaning. I mean otherwise you wouldn't even appreciate the holiday, to you it'll just be a day where you don't have to go to school or work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update, the pictures soon! My uber lovable Cheer bear cake! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another related issue, also my birthday, I have GOTTA thank my friends for the lil party they threw me.... (^-^) Ahh, that blissful feeling of being surrounded by your besties. I was absolutely not expecting it, I know Sherri or some other person would be going, "how can you be SO DENSE??!". Truth is if I were staying at home, I would have expected something similar, but fact is I was not staying at home, so who in the right mind would expect her friends to go all the way down to her sister's house. First of all, her friends do not even know the address!!! Who would have thought that they were such sneaky yet ingenious little monkeys! Using all kinds of connections to get there. Since it was so far away I bet you guys had to wake up early too!!! I also can't believe that so many people knew about the party, but didn't tell me, that is terrible! I didn't know you people could keep secrets so well. So anyway imagine my shock when I opened my sister's door, to see this bunch of faces staring at me. I thought I was hallucinating!!! Cookies and Cream cake, Chip and Dale Soup Cup and animal print looking pouch! AWWWWW.... *heart melt* This was the sweetest, happiest, most surprising and heartwarming birthday ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the birthday, I'd also say that we are doing an EXCELLENT job and keeping in contact with each other even after graduation, so keep it UP!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sonam, please pass me the pictures, and rental DVD soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-803132169574136040?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/803132169574136040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=803132169574136040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/803132169574136040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/803132169574136040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise Surprise!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4636062762572215541</id><published>2009-01-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:02:15.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess its about time to update, afterall I've been back in Singapore for a good one week now. And it is obviously safe to say that I am over my jet-lag. Honestly people, do not underestimate the effects of being jet-lagged, because they are such a pain. You feel tired for no apparent reason even though you know in your conscious mind that the environment around you is day-time. Worst part of all is that you know what you want to do, what you need to do, and you wish you could participate in the activities happening around you but you just can't find the strength to. Initially you feel fine, but thats just because we all have the ability to stay up late, but a few days later around the third day, you start to feel the strain because you've been staying up (USA time) for three days now, thats when you feel utterly helpless and daily activities seem like such a chore. So kudos to my friends for being able to tahan me when I'm all out of it and grumpy. Ooh and another bane to jet-lag, is the dreaded panda eyes, because even though you are sleeping at night, in USA time, you are actually awake during the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, its only right that I post my O-level results up here, afterall I've been ranting on and on about it, grumbling and complaining about almost every aspect of it. I swear my heart was racing and I couldn't even sign my name properly on the paper to record that I collected my results because I was so darn nervous. My hand was shaking so badly, Ms Chng had to tell me to relax! (talk about embarassing, but then again I think its only natural, because I mean who in the right frame of mind wouldn't give a hoot about your results??!) It was such a traumatic experience because the last time I collected my results (PSLE) I can safely say I was so young, I was barely even aware of my surroundings!! Okay here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: A1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: A1&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: A1&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics: A2&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: A2&lt;br /&gt;Geography: A1&lt;br /&gt;Biology: A1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: A1&lt;br /&gt;CCA: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 4 (after taking away the bonus points for CCA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess my hard work paid off!!! Looks like the exciting year with Jie's wedding didn't affect THAT much...Thank goodness I stopped resting on my laurels after I failed Chemistry and Additional Mathematics. Especially since I was busy with SOMETHING ELSE the whole year, and thank you so much because I finally managed to snap out of it and prove to myself I'm not just a tiny little insignificant speck. (I even might have managed to prove to my family I'm not to be underestimated either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can hope for is that I can adapt to JC life quickly and efficiently, so that I can survive and hopefully grasp the skills needed to do well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, enough on the academic front. Here's a bit on the personal front. Ever since Orlando's crazy premium outlet post-christmas sales, I have absolutely fallen in love with Guess (the brand... Not literally guess!!!) Kor says that their designs are too loud, but I say they are just right for me. I mean I'm young enough to pull it off right?? To me their designs are not loud, they are bold and edgy. The combination of bright colours and embellishments are just right, I do not feel that they are over the top at all. So.... My birthday is coming up!!! HINT HINT!!! (^-^) Nah, just kidding, something from Guess would probably start you on a month long starvation period. BTW I bought a Guess wallet and bag, for less than SGD$60!!! (GREAT BUY I say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of birthday, I cannot believe its just one day before CNY. Hopefully my AngBaos are fuller! :P Hehhehheh.... Oooh, and I really am going to get my Carebear cake. Everyone always looks incredulously at me and stares when I say I want a Carebear cake. To me its just one of those things I must do at least once in my life, to add to my childhood portfolio you know?? And lets face it 17 is not THAT young anymore, so if I don't get my Carebear cake soon, I will miss my chance for life already!!! Or, I could lose my face when I order a Carebear cake next time when I'm say, 40??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little shout-out to Sonam, I'm sorry dear, but I DID cut my hair. New year, new start, new look you get it?? Reinvent myself, I'm hoping this will renew my strength and give me the energy to start from zero again in JC. (^-^) I'm just looking forward to posting results now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, a little tidbit: MY NEW FAVOURITE SCENT (I'm using) DKNY Be Delicious Green Apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really smells great, and I got addicted when I first caught a sniff of it in a US magazine. Over there they have the typical advertisment for the fragrance then behind the advertistment or at the corner they have a little flap that you can lift to sample the scent. Ingenius don't you think?? Its catching on here too, thats great, its so much better than having to go to departmental stores and sampling every scent till your nose gets numb and you can't tell poop from food. Although, too many samples in one magazine will just jumble the scents up and you'll end up having to purchase all the featured fragrances and mix them to get the desired smell. :P&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SXNNjNmVcDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FSloimHfdE0/s1600-h/DKNY+Be+Delicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292659254431674418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SXNNjNmVcDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FSloimHfdE0/s320/DKNY+Be+Delicious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year People!!! BTW my SISTER is in Brides Magazine in some advertistment page 80-something go check it out!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MinMin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4636062762572215541?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4636062762572215541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4636062762572215541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4636062762572215541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4636062762572215541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-awaited.html' title='Long Awaited'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SXNNjNmVcDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FSloimHfdE0/s72-c/DKNY+Be+Delicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4461895067075561341</id><published>2008-12-24T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:11:52.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Part 4</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a touch and go. I have no time to blog. Here in Orlando (yep! I've made it!!!) I've got to pay US$10 for 24 hours of internet usage. Plus its past midnight here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally its just going to be mostly pictures. Just a little update on my global positioning :P for the past few weeks. I've been to New York, Cancun, Isla Mujeres, Tulum, Valldolid and I'm currently in Orlando!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Cancun again on christmas eve preparing for my flight to Orlando. Kor and I put up at this hostel called Quetzal Hostel. It looks really trendy and hip, what with the decor being all colourful and modern. However, never judge a book by its cover right?? Don't judge a hostel by its looks too! Despite the whole place looking all welcoming and cool, the cleanliness is terrible! When we awoke on christmas morning, it was terrifying to see the bedsheets being spotted with our own blood! Why?? Because the beds were inhabited by BED BUGS!!! Evidently during the night the bed bugs feasted on our blood. YIKERS!!! Alright time for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDjzUFKxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GWCB819NA9g/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDjzUFKxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GWCB819NA9g/s320/P1010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284344757626415890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valladolid!!! With the majestic Chichen Nitza behind us!!! Thats the 6 of us travel buddies. Plus one behind the camera... Heh hehhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDjbvlTjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YDk6vNfoUmY/s1600-h/IMG_7592.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/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDjbvlTjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YDk6vNfoUmY/s320/IMG_7592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284344751299317298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tulum ruins!!! The 6 of us doing doodoo poses on one of the rare ruins you could actually climb on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXE43BKbqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z7vbPRmb1sg/s1600-h/P1000504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXE43BKbqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z7vbPRmb1sg/s320/P1000504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284346218909691554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isla Mujeres!!! This was taken along one of the tiny streets in the tiny downtown area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDiS9S-dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sDn1WbBZFss/s1600-h/P1000341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDiS9S-dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sDn1WbBZFss/s320/P1000341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284344731761048018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cancun!!! This was my first mexican food experience, at La Parilla . Call me weird but I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDiPVHccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uewLxhgfzeY/s1600-h/P1000191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDiPVHccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uewLxhgfzeY/s320/P1000191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284344730787213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New York!!! Need I say more??? Look at Lady liberty behind us!!! I have ALWAYS wanted to go to the Big Apple. So you could say that photo up there documents my dream come true! (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, sleep tight guys, don't let the bed bugs bite... Cos trust me, it sucks....&lt;br /&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4461895067075561341?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4461895067075561341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4461895067075561341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4461895067075561341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4461895067075561341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-part-4.html' title='Pictures Part 4'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SVXDjzUFKxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GWCB819NA9g/s72-c/P1010041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3552131308359304856</id><published>2008-12-15T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:46:19.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Part 3</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!!&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said a picture says a thousand words, I'm going to thank you. Because you've saved me a lot of typing today. So my record for this post stands at 6000+ words. No argument!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW67tSqX1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FnaPxZhpyxM/s1600-h/DSC02928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279831673094692690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW67tSqX1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FnaPxZhpyxM/s320/DSC02928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Pizza Box from Nice Slice. Incredible ain't it? Even pizza boxes are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5JX5EomI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cPhw_AYterc/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279829708845130338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5JX5EomI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cPhw_AYterc/s320/DSC02932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahaha. Kor showing how you can balance masculinity with femininity. Thats my necklace... Given to me by Aunty Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5JCwKzAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OAyYQasxLvQ/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279829703170640898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5JCwKzAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OAyYQasxLvQ/s320/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poker night! From left to right, Bonnie, Mike and Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5In0J1mI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1IzanJuZurk/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279829695939597922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5In0J1mI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1IzanJuZurk/s320/DSC02902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My poker chips... Yea, so what, I play poker.. Whatcha gonna do?? Give me amnesia so I forget how to play?? Hahaha, don't worry, I won't gamble.............. In Singapore. Check out my chips though, I'm winning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5ILDNhaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Pdm_keAnSTY/s1600-h/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279829688218125730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5ILDNhaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Pdm_keAnSTY/s320/DSC02907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kor was just looking too colourful, I had to take a photo of him. That is his desk behind him.... Messy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5H26TRGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P3ZtVc72T2g/s1600-h/P1000147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279829682812044386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW5H26TRGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P3ZtVc72T2g/s320/P1000147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats the wrap I ate at East Side Pockets. The wrap was so huge, I had to bring 3/4 of it home to eat the next day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go admire my 6000+ words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3552131308359304856?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3552131308359304856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3552131308359304856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3552131308359304856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3552131308359304856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-part-3.html' title='Pictures Part 3'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SUW67tSqX1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FnaPxZhpyxM/s72-c/DSC02928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-5589335906087417717</id><published>2008-12-10T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:59:33.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7JfEgLsEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gHPYEkn5Hg0/s1600-h/P1000110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877348946653250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7JfEgLsEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gHPYEkn5Hg0/s320/P1000110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laksa! We cooked this for dinner one of those really cold nights when we stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7Je-cDxNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/maDbUxBWti4/s1600-h/P1000119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877347318744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7Je-cDxNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/maDbUxBWti4/s320/P1000119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Oreo Milkshake from Johnny Rockets. A really great burger diner type place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7Jfd3n9WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FMzJi2k5ORU/s1600-h/P1000122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877355755861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7Jfd3n9WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FMzJi2k5ORU/s320/P1000122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kor his burger and his signature raised brow look. Bacon, his favourite. Beats me why he isn't fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IezbiEGI/AAAAAAAAADk/5K65mBEJYTE/s1600-h/P1000121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876244852117602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IezbiEGI/AAAAAAAAADk/5K65mBEJYTE/s320/P1000121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Chilli Size buger. Don't be fooled, the bread at the side is just half a slice each. Its got a beef patty, minced meat, sauce, cheese and onions. Delish!!! Really! Don't judge a burger by its err, mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7JedhRNdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LViGQ4jpvsU/s1600-h/P1000125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877338482226642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7JedhRNdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LViGQ4jpvsU/s320/P1000125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The table setting at Johnny Rockets. Believe me now when I say its a diner? Its got the lil juke-box and next to us were those high chair bar counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IfBRDJvI/AAAAAAAAADs/HGh8jaDH1fM/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876248566245106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IfBRDJvI/AAAAAAAAADs/HGh8jaDH1fM/s320/P1000135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow!!! I took the picture through the window, it was too cold to open it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876243068796290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IesyWvYI/AAAAAAAAADc/uSOKJ5xuiQ4/s320/DSC02889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Berries by the road while walking to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IdwOM_7I/AAAAAAAAADU/ztxFhdKtqbM/s1600-h/DSC02882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876226811035570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IdwOM_7I/AAAAAAAAADU/ztxFhdKtqbM/s320/DSC02882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scenery while walking to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IdNAo3WI/AAAAAAAAADM/_nB3OTivTvw/s1600-h/P1000149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876217358900578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7IdNAo3WI/AAAAAAAAADM/_nB3OTivTvw/s320/P1000149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pride and joy, my Aldo boots!!! Those are my RAINBOW socks peeking out.. Heh heh, and a pumpkin leftover from Haloween in the background. (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-5589335906087417717?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/5589335906087417717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=5589335906087417717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5589335906087417717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/5589335906087417717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-part-2.html' title='Pictures Part 2'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/ST7JfEgLsEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gHPYEkn5Hg0/s72-c/P1000110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-4850439484696533187</id><published>2008-12-10T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of MinMin 3</title><content type='html'>Hihi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the past few days have been absolutely bleak, because it is REALLY getting cold. So, basically all you want to do is stay home and look at the bald trees outside your window. I know, it doesn't sound very entertaining. But, staying at home is really your smartest option, because everytime kor goes for class, he comes home with the "its so cold, I'm surprised I'm still alive face". So imagine if someone like me were to step out, I'd probably become the tannest snowman you have ever seen, as I'd simply end up paralysed in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... I got to witness snow!!! Something I'd not see in Singapore unless a miracle occured. Nope, scratch that, snow is something I'd NEVER see even if a miracle occured in Singapore. I mean think about it, if there ever was a miracle, it wouldn't be on something as menial as snow. It'd probably be like the reversal of global warming, or a cure for cancer something like that you know? If a miracle occured and there was snow in Singapore, it'd just be a waste of a perfectly good miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the chance though, one of the "warmer" days to set out on my own. I walked the half hour walk to the city, where the city-girl's idea of civilisation was situated. AKA the mall. I spent about 5 hours there because the mall is huge! Possibly because of the large land mass available and to compensate for the lack of similar buildings of this purpose. To illustrate the monstrosity (I mean this in a good way) of the mall: In Singapore, we have possibly at most 2 departmental stores in one mall (correct me if I'm wrong) but in this one, there is like 3-4 departmental stores along with all the smaller boutiques and shops. I didn't really go shopping as opposed to exploring though (NOTE!!! NO MOOLAH). I took pictures along the way to the mall, just to illustrate the whole small town feeling of the area. The whole experience was great though, things are really different. So i just guess the weather is something that comes with the whole out of Singapore experience and I'm just going to have to deal with it. BTW there is a storm coming up, and it'll possbibly be raining the next 3 days... Blahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold certainly doesn't stop biological functions either, my wisdom tooth is growing still, and getting me irritated with it, cos its visible under the gum, but its not out yet, so its just pushing at the gum and making my gum red and painful. To explain it more graphically, my wisdom tooth has stretched my gum so thin, you can see the white colour of my tooth under the gum, and I'm just waiting for my gum to tear away to allow my tooth to be exposed. Make sense?? Hahaha, I'm sorry if it was too graphic but if any of you want to become doctors in the future, the above may be good training. Poor babies though, all their teeth grow out around the same time, imagine their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY back to USA adventures....It is however virtually impossible for me of all people not to purchase a single thing for myself this whole time. So I'll just show off my prized buy. I bought my first pair of Aldo shoes at Wrentham (this happened a while ago, I just forgot to blog about it) at the Aldo factory outlet store!!! YARRHHH!!! A pair of brown leather boots, I mean real leather none of that patent shiny stuff you know? Not the cheapest buy I must say, but apparently supposed to be cheap for real leather boots. Shall I state the price?? Shall I?? Alright lets just do it, its not going to remain a secret for long anyway, since kor knows everything... US$50, which is S$75. Tell me what you think, expensive? Worthy purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, I'm going to immerse myself in the foreign atmosphere now, I'll update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mummy, I ate a middle eastern type chicken wrap from this little subway like place called East Side Wraps. Its good, but huge! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-4850439484696533187?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/4850439484696533187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=4850439484696533187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4850439484696533187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/4850439484696533187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-of-minmin-3.html' title='The Adventures of MinMin 3'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6274256686644033242</id><published>2008-12-05T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:05:23.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty guys! Its time for a photo-op!! Here are some of the visual aspects to correspond with the literary aspect below!!! (^-^) ( Below = Previous Post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTCx5VsbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OfogFvM4XSo/s1600-h/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987901939036594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTCx5VsbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OfogFvM4XSo/s320/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the room I am staying in, AKA kor kor's room!!! (Providence, Rhode Island....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTDO29qeI/AAAAAAAAACE/AHTKDwW560A/s1600-h/DSC02831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987909713701346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTDO29qeI/AAAAAAAAACE/AHTKDwW560A/s320/DSC02831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are the Rock Band drums I play!! That thing behind is my brother's ass.... Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTDquiirI/AAAAAAAAACM/WpIcEs-vN7w/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987917194562226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTDquiirI/AAAAAAAAACM/WpIcEs-vN7w/s320/DSC02834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Kor Kor's birthday cake. A chocolate cake! I did the icing using one of those premade tubes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTD-zfy3I/AAAAAAAAACU/ifBEUSld4A4/s1600-h/DSC02841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987922584062834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTD-zfy3I/AAAAAAAAACU/ifBEUSld4A4/s320/DSC02841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make a wish!!! Blow out the candles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTEcf_m7I/AAAAAAAAACc/9cE568f9DfY/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987930555325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTEcf_m7I/AAAAAAAAACc/9cE568f9DfY/s320/DSC02855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the diner, Friendlies, where I had my dinner at Wrentham. Adorable setting ain't it? Vintage-y feel to it, makes dining really fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWILY1kTI/AAAAAAAAADE/ssiH04MkHFw/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991293216264498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWILY1kTI/AAAAAAAAADE/ssiH04MkHFw/s320/DSC02868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is a haloween pumpkin!! Used to collect candy ya know?? That my dears, is Lindt truffles in there! 50 to be exact, because there was this promotion where if you spend $35 you get 25 truffles free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWHbSnwnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M1w0fC-Mndw/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991280305291890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWHbSnwnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M1w0fC-Mndw/s320/DSC02856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are the bags of Lindt chocolate that we bought!! A lot! BUT none for me... All for relatives...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWG0USjRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y3iqf0YHC88/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991269843307794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWG0USjRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y3iqf0YHC88/s320/DSC02854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my rare buys, the shops there were so branded I just couldn't buy any for myself. I made the exception for Levis though! Levis is not how you say, THAT atas compared to lets say... hmm... COACH?! I love Levis!! ahhh~... Branded grunge, perfect for me... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWGVtf92I/AAAAAAAAACs/XckEiz5vzIw/s1600-h/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991261627545442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWGVtf92I/AAAAAAAAACs/XckEiz5vzIw/s320/DSC02851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that! Caramel apple from Rocky Mountains Chocolates! This brand is only found in the US. So its a local brand. How classic eh? I've never eaten a caramelised apple before. The first time I saw one was on the Mary Poppins LD. Finally got to try it, its good! You can't see the caramel though, its under all those chocolate chips. There was a normal caramel apple, but how could you go into a chocolate shop and not get chocolate right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWFzB5gfI/AAAAAAAAACk/_HFzm-NUZ-Y/s1600-h/DSC02864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991252317864434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgWFzB5gfI/AAAAAAAAACk/_HFzm-NUZ-Y/s320/DSC02864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This the WRENTHAM! Where over a 100 factory outlets are located, and despite the factory outlet prices here, there was further discount!! Probably from post-thanksgiving sales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so thats what I have right now! Enjoy! While I go explore more places to post up here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, do me a favor those reading this post, MinMin is broke... Send me some cash!!! All that gift buying has left me with less than $400 to last me the rest of the trip!!! (that means: New York, Mexico, Orlando, Boston etc!!!) Don't get me wrong though, I was sent on this trip with not a lot of mullah to begin with... And I don't want to use kor kor's money because he is pretty broke too... So do something!!! Transfer $$ into Kor's account or something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty satisfied though, because almost all the relatives gifts have been settled, the rest of the trip, is for ME! Friends, don't worry, you'll get a little something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back soon! (^-^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MinMin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6274256686644033242?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6274256686644033242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6274256686644033242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6274256686644033242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6274256686644033242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STgTCx5VsbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OfogFvM4XSo/s72-c/DSC02833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-9068842973789860681</id><published>2008-12-03T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:24:32.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Into Action</title><content type='html'>So... Its about time I got stuff done over here... So for starters I went on a tour of Brown University. However it would be impossible to expect me to adjust to the weather just like THAT. As a result poor me, was stuck outdoors in the freezing cold trying hard to concentrate on what the tourguide was saying. Even then, I still managed to get some interesting trivia in my head! For example, there is this gate, where you are only supposed to pass through twice in your entire life at Brown, otherwise you won't graduate (for males) or you will not get married (for females). Interesting and entertaining eh? Nothing like kooky school traditions that make the school history that much more captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School buildings here have pretty old-styled architecture, probably due to the school's age. That is probably why this whole area has such a classic feel to it, pretty quaint too. Oh and there is also this street, Benefits Street (I'm not sure about the spelling), where all the old buildings are situated, that area just reminds me of the fact that I'm far away from the city. Because of the nostalgic feel it radiates, although its also gives off this calming aura, and makes me feel like I'm on an adventure. An adventurous tourist exploring somewhere totally new and strange. Feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made my first trip to the mall! Its a long walk from where I stay, so of course, needless to say, I was jumping around to keep myself warm. Even worse was the walk home, because by then it was already night time, and the walk took us uphill. So it was both tiring, and freezing. In fact it was so cold that we had to pop into a vietnamese pho restaurant to scarf down a steaming hot bowl of beef pho. Although, the steaming hot bowl, cooled down incredibly fast...*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over at the mall, I bought my first purchase in the US! My Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch hoodie! Only one purchase (other than my new sim card to use in the US) because how do you shop with kor standing over you like a hawk?! hahaha.. Nahs, I'm just not the kind to torture a guy with my shopping... So I am definetely going back soon! Our main purpose for going to the mall was for movies! So we bought a ticket for Twilight! YES!! I finally watched it!! After that, we just went cinema hopping and watched 4 Christmases and Bolt as well... 3 Movies in a day! No wonder when we walked out of the mall everything was closing soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dead beat by then, our biological clocks were totally messed up. I've been sleeping at about evening, and waking up at night, only to go back to sleep in the early morning. BUT! Sleep is good on a holiday! Dark circles be gone!! Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so this is my update for now, I'll update again soon, when I've done something else! I'm supposed to go shopping today, so I'll post if the plan materialises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-9068842973789860681?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/9068842973789860681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=9068842973789860681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/9068842973789860681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/9068842973789860681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-into-action.html' title='Getting Into Action'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2524606664175512985</id><published>2008-12-01T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:19:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. USA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello my darlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I've done much in the US as of now, because its only my first day here... Although it would be nice to know that I've made the trip!!! Successfully, together with my 19kg luggage and reached Providence, Rhode Island safely! :D Jet lagged? Hmmm.. Not feeling it much, maybe the round of all-night mahjong helped to mess my biological clock up.. Hee hee hee..nAlthough, the transits and numerous security checks were tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I woke up at around 8, its a Sunday, 30th november here... So its my kor kor's birthday.. I'll ignore it though... :P We went for breakfast at Bagel Gourmet... The bagels are really good... Smell fragrant, tastes like comfort food.. (you know what I mean?? Cheesy, eggy, meaty, just the way I like it!!) I got an Onion Bagel.. MMMMMmmm.. Kor says my breath stinks now but who cares? Its not like I want him to kiss me... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and over here its really cold too.. Just a while ago, it was hailing these tiny little ice balls. I wouldn't say its snowing, but it shows just how cold it is... And now?? Its just raining.. Luckily Kor's apartment it pretty warm, I'm wearing shorts! But now way will you catch me walking out without being bundled up to the size of a snowman.... I think i'll be going shopping for more winter wear later and the one and only mall over here... Yes I know, sounds depressing.. However I must say the atmosphere here is such a fresh change from the urban environment, its enough to keep me from despairing over the miserable shopping situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as Kor recovers from his tire, we stayed home all day playing rockband and watching this movie (rated!) hahaah... I realised that I'm gonna spend more time on the drums to beef up my skills!! (^-^) Later on we'll be going to makan at this seafood restaurant.. I think Kor doesn't know I hate seafood... But anyway its his birthday, so I'm not gonna say a thing... Better not anyway, cos he may boot me out on the street! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm still getting used to the environment and atmosphere here.. Its just so different from Singapore, and its not a bad thing... I'm getting a whole new experience... Here in Rhode Island, things are pretty laid back.. Pace is slow, teeny bit too slow for the Island-city-girl.. But I guess it'll help me really wind down. Hopefully I'll still remember to gear it up for when I go back to school. :D I also pray that here is where I'll be removing my dark eye rings with lots of sleep in nature's own air-conditioning!! Over here people are truly friendlier, more open and less guarded...Probably because its the University culture too, like a huge crowd of diversed people so people are generally more open. (Haven't met any racist crap yet, i have a good feeling that I won't :D) For example on the plane itself, random people would just talk to you... I think it'll help me become more sociable if I pick up a thing or two from that. I think though, that this is just Rhode Island, we'll see how things are in New York!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STL0GJD5dPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Npb67i1Q1ww/s1600-h/DSC02826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274546499952932082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STL0GJD5dPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Npb67i1Q1ww/s320/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing my very own tour guide! Whom I affectionately call Kor Kor... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2524606664175512985?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2524606664175512985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2524606664175512985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2524606664175512985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2524606664175512985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/11/ms-usa.html' title='Ms. USA!!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/STL0GJD5dPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Npb67i1Q1ww/s72-c/DSC02826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3196950575448796359</id><published>2008-11-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:30:43.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;Its the holidays for me now... I'm really enjoying the guilt-free freedom... Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today, I decided to really make use of my blog for publicity, of the 2 coolest people I know. Talented? Yes. Serious? Yes. My friends? YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah... I'm just here to spread the word of their passion and cool talent of photography...&lt;br /&gt;So, introducing..... Abner &amp;amp; JiaJun (better known as JJ)&lt;br /&gt;Here are their flickr accounts, and you'll realise they are every bit as talented as I say they are... No other words to describe them, other than talented, gifted and artistic...&lt;br /&gt;Abner's : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/aq12345"&gt;www.flickr.com/aq12345&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaJun's : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/kuekjj"&gt;www.flickr.com/kuekjj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are going to document my sister's wedding in their photos! So... YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes soon! The wedding is this Saturday, so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3196950575448796359?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3196950575448796359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3196950575448796359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3196950575448796359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3196950575448796359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8699438783513950296</id><published>2008-11-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:37:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video II</title><content type='html'>Elloooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is another video as promised. Featuring Soleil and me! (btw, thanks for your jackets!) Its entitled "Yi Min Learns to Move". Which is basically about how clumsy I am... Which most of you already know... So enjoy it, and have a good laugh! (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da39c291068ea7e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda39c291068ea7e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4051F6B67C442AD57B923C5F28C803D1A78357F6.3691C54558B10A7505461A3AB88897AA494D1C2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda39c291068ea7e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2MpdR2TT59dzpYVYri9hPbSLgIg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda39c291068ea7e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4051F6B67C442AD57B923C5F28C803D1A78357F6.3691C54558B10A7505461A3AB88897AA494D1C2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda39c291068ea7e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2MpdR2TT59dzpYVYri9hPbSLgIg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lotsa thanks to Amy Winehouse for singing "Rehab".. Heh heh heh... And lotsa thanks to my laptop's webcam... We were fooling around with my webcam again, and I decided to just make a video with all those random footage we captured. Force a story out of meaningless clips... Hahaha.... AND!!! Thanks to my Papa, for getting me my darling laptop... :D PLUS!!! Thanks to Soleil for pulling off such ridiculous stunts! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8699438783513950296?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da39c291068ea7e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8699438783513950296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8699438783513950296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8699438783513950296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8699438783513950296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-ii.html' title='Video II'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3309939459290152536</id><published>2008-11-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:36:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!!</title><content type='html'>Hey-low people!!&lt;br /&gt;As most of you would know by now, that the "BIG O" (hehhehhehhehheh) is almost over.. Just a couple of MCQ papers more... So most of us have been celebrating already... Yes I know, naughty naughty.. tsk tsk tsk... BUT! whatcha gonna do bout that?? hmmmm?? (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first things first, I have to thank Soleil and Sherri for being so patient with me and allowing me to drag the two of you around Orchard road, shopping for my sister's wedding when it doesn't even concern you two... You two were so focused and I could see you two really wanting to help! Your fashion advice is really treasured. Its great to know that your friends are honest with you. :D and for that, a BIG THANK YOU!! So adorable seeing the two of you go, "no wear this!", "try this" and all that... Heh heh heh!! Our legs were threatening to fall off by the time we were done... I'll treat you to something one of these days k? (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way, you people, I've found a new found love! And that is creating stupid videos like the one in my previous post! So I guess most of you will be happy that my blog will have more visual stimulation now! :D And YES, I am intellectual enough to have created that whole video, with the help of Soleil's suggestion for its title... (^-^) Although most of you now question my sanity, I'm sure you had a good laugh at the video, and so I'll continue creating them... I hope! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while we were walking along Wisma Atria, Soleil and Sherri were talking about eating Tako Yaki. And so I started telling them about how Rachel once wanted to eat Tako Yaki and said, "I want to eat balls".... I said that part of the story too loudly i guess, because the two guys walking infront of us spun around looking incredulous. Soleil and I stood there stunned for a moment, then, "mmfffphhh puuuu HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!", we started laughing our heads off and ran off into a nearby shop. MAJOR WHOOPS!!! Leaving Sherri standing there blur... You see, she is a lil slow on the uptake sometimes... :D Finally we were almost calm, so we walked out of the shop, and straight into them AGAIN... So we scrambled away to hide behind another wall... Once again, Sherri didn't notice the speed at which we were scramming at, and got a lil left behind again... Heh heh heh.... I think its just impossible for us to go out for a few hours, and not do something stupid... Haiks... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3309939459290152536?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3309939459290152536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3309939459290152536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3309939459290152536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3309939459290152536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-3642328813634824665</id><published>2008-11-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:03:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Stimulation!!</title><content type='html'>Here's a video Soleil, Sherri and I did today... For peace, laughter, joy and fun... We love it.. Hope you do too!! Its evidence of our sanity... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5109d3356b51eb28" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5109d3356b51eb28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D375CA1507B5518AD96A98F504A8E7B3CCA3B24E1.5914B3F8FBC8D845ECF6F4D61704DB0579F53AB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5109d3356b51eb28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlxoRVEdhgkrFhdK4TJObUX26mZg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5109d3356b51eb28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D375CA1507B5518AD96A98F504A8E7B3CCA3B24E1.5914B3F8FBC8D845ECF6F4D61704DB0579F53AB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5109d3356b51eb28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlxoRVEdhgkrFhdK4TJObUX26mZg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!! Its back to the books NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;MinMin (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-3642328813634824665?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5109d3356b51eb28&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/3642328813634824665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=3642328813634824665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3642328813634824665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/3642328813634824665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-stimulation.html' title='Video Stimulation!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-6160102794155394961</id><published>2008-11-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:04:33.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a LIL Update!</title><content type='html'>HiHi you people!!&lt;br /&gt;I really doubt anyone is reading this right now because O levels are currently still ongoing... Heh heh heh!! Ohhh!! Wait wait, don't get me wrong!! I'm typing this at night luhh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of you are itching to read my comments on the O's.. But too bad, I have no comments!! Hahaha... Such detested events shall not grace my blog.. :D Hahaha.. Okay okay la, I do have a couple of words for it.. It was do-able, easier than prelims, but I'm pretty sure I would have made some careless mistakes, and so we'll just see when the results are revealed.. (^-^) NEXT YEAR!! No point, pondering or grovelling over what has already happened.. We'll know if my efforts were enough soon enough..(no pun intended) It was my best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and introducing a GREAT friend that has helped me through the past 2 weeks... TADAHHHH!!!! STARBUCKS!!!!! CARAMEL LATTE!!! in ALL sizes!! Tall, Grande and Venti! Yay!! Free publicity again.. hahah.. :P But it honestly tastes, oh-so-soothing... Oh and heres a little shout out to that guy at Starbucks who gave me a free upsize on my latte! I ordered a tall, you gave me a Grande! Thanks a lot!! I couldn't sleep that night... (thinking... of you!... maybe... :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, here is sharing my joy!! First I'm going to the USA for a month plus!!! I'm sooo soo grateful!! My dream come true, and at 16 too... And another piece of good news, because I think that I said the abov before.. :P I got a NEW PHONE!!!! Yep! My phone was cranky, so I was itching for a new one for a while already.. But my phone line wasn't under my name, so i couldn't enjoy those cheap phone deals... :( boohoo.. But this is BETTER anyway... :D I got surprised with a new phone just before O's started! way to cheer me up!! :D It is soooo pretty, and classy, and stylish, and easy to use, and so technologically advanced! I LOVE IT!! See? I backspaced the "qwerty keyboard phone" under my wanted list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, alright time to go sleep.. Its 2 in the morning.. Hehh.. reminds me of the song 4 in the morning.. hee hee.. *snap out of it!!* Gotta keep up momentum for the big O... hee hee hee.. I'll update soon, with something more visual.. I am painfully aware that this post is unbelievably wordy... (^-^) I'll also update about my USA adventures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MinMin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-6160102794155394961?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/6160102794155394961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=6160102794155394961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6160102794155394961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/6160102794155394961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-lil-update.html' title='Just a LIL Update!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-8667079823226001659</id><published>2008-10-04T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:35:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BooHoo!! I Don't Wanna Go!!</title><content type='html'>Heyys...&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, today was finally the last day of school.. I'm really going to miss all of you!! Graduation Ceremony went on without a hitch, and I'm really glad... For all the tears that were shed, I really think that they were worth it... And please stay worth it.. &lt;br /&gt;Cos truly, within friends, whatever problems you may encounter, just remember what made you friends in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;Always treasure the friends you have, and remember the good times together, the thick and thin you've weathered.. Don't let those little itty bitty things affect the whole picture ya?? &lt;br /&gt;Like what Gary said, if you put a dot on a piece of blank paper, everyone stares at the dot and forgets the blank perfectly functional paper around. Don't let the dot affect you k?? &lt;br /&gt;After grad ceremony, we went to VJC open house.. It was interesting, definetely worth checking out.. But how will it fare against the other open houses?? That will be revealed in time to come. (^-^) Heh heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOdi0pavbwI/AAAAAAAAABs/0mPfxxp-VhY/s1600-h/Reccess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOdi0pavbwI/AAAAAAAAABs/0mPfxxp-VhY/s320/Reccess.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253276146961706754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Good Times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-8667079823226001659?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/8667079823226001659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=8667079823226001659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8667079823226001659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/8667079823226001659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='BooHoo!! I Don&apos;t Wanna Go!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOdi0pavbwI/AAAAAAAAABs/0mPfxxp-VhY/s72-c/Reccess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-2278931761093242277</id><published>2008-10-03T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:59:36.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools Officially Over!!</title><content type='html'>Helloooo!!! *in Achmed's Accent* (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, this saturday, which is technically tomorrow, Is my Graduation Day... *Boohooo* I really don't want to leave Cedar. I mean what Ms.Lim said is actually absolutely right, its because its Cedar, and we've got what we call the Cedar Spirit, and its because it is a girls school thats why we have such insane mad memorable experiences.. Just think about it, if it wasn't a girls school would any of us be completely comfortable with letting our hair down and screaming or singing at the top of our voices while doing the most unflattering stunts?? Being in a girls school has really allowed all of us to really discover who we are, without all that catty stuff... Cedar girls school has allowed me to make such great friends... People who accept each other for who we really are, because of that I think I can safely say that my lil cosy (okay maybe not too lil eh?? Crazy 8 of us??!) family in school is really open with each other?? I'll not just miss, but I'll literally long for Cedar life... The only comforting thought is that its not the end of the road.. Because after 4 years of discovery and experiences, its the beginning!! (^-^) I swear I'll keep in touch kay??? I promise!! Otherwise you guys can throw eggs at my house!! (heh heh heh... you thought i was gonna say at me?? Dream on!!) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my class and a lil peek into life in Cedar... With a class like mine, so unique, so diversed its plain painful to leave... I can't really accept that today was the last day of school... :( I guess reality will sink in after the O's... I'm guessing I'll feel really bored, un-entertained and alone without my family... They are like this nice warm wooly jacket that I keep in my bag, in case of anything I can always count on them to keep me warm... Now its going going gone... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so exciting to be in my class.. Like we get high so easily.. Although sometimes high until cannot come down, and always kanna scolded.. Hehheh.. Like today when we started dancing to Superstar, Don't Cha, and Hey Ya... It was like auto, for us to form a circle and push random peole into to circle to boogie.. It was just so hilarious to see all those impulsive ridiculous dance moves we come up with... Better still, when we think its ridiculous we are totally comfortable with copying those moves and groove along.. (^-^) I wish I had taken a video, but I have videos of us singing at least! On top of that, for Hey Ya we kidnapped the stage and started dancing in front of the whole level.. Shake that bootie and all.. HAHA.. Precious memories... Precious memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX0C5-Iq1I/AAAAAAAAABM/JiQz0n_0h9I/s1600-h/DSCF2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX0C5-Iq1I/AAAAAAAAABM/JiQz0n_0h9I/s320/DSCF2128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252872871155903314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in there, there are only 6 people, that cos Sunanda was sick, and I think Annmarie was taking the pic.. (^-^) Thats right, up there are the people I can count on to yank me out of the dumpster.. And probably dust the fish bones off me.. Heh heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX1ppiZoRI/AAAAAAAAABU/1fp0rdfK5nI/s1600-h/DSCF2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX1ppiZoRI/AAAAAAAAABU/1fp0rdfK5nI/s320/DSCF2176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252874636271132946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?? Where are you going to find people like this? They put a smile on your face instantly!! Btw.. Maymay... I'm so sorry I filmed you getting robbed of your "First Kiss" today.. I promise I won't upload the video k? HAHAHAH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX3SzuH7AI/AAAAAAAAABc/EL_SX3wrfkk/s1600-h/P1000655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX3SzuH7AI/AAAAAAAAABc/EL_SX3wrfkk/s320/P1000655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252876442890923010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Found a pic of ALL of us.. Thats my table with the orange pencil case in the foreground.. Yep.. I sit right IN FRONT! Next to the door... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh, dearest sunshine told me the most hilarious thing today. She wanted to give this guy a good luck hug, so she opened her arms wide open to show she wanted a huggie. And guess what?? This guy just stared at her with a blur look.. And poor sunshine had to look like a lil goondoo.. Luckily sunshine ain't too shy, so she went ahead with the hug anyway.. Then the guy had this stunned look on his face.. HAHAHAHAH!! Aiyooyoo, boy boy, next time don't be so blur luhh.. When someone opens his or her arms wide open, its not stretching!! It means "Hug please!!" And hor, a hug is really really JUST a hug.. It means... well.. not a lot la.. so just gan gan hug okay?? aiyooo.. Poor sunshine... Although I'm laughing really hard la!!! Speaking of hugs, I want a PINK carebear with the rainbow tummy!! Shoo CUTE!! I also want to hug it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH!! Also, thanks A LOT to Sherri, Soleil, and Annmarie for accompanying me to go buy a pair of shoes today!! Thanks to Sherri for having her precise eye for style, thanks to Annmarie's advice, and Soleil's contagious enthusiasm over a pair of shoes.. HAHA.. I'm sorrie I didn't buy the gold ones, I just felt they were a tad to dressy... So I ended up with these instead! I'm gonna wear them to my cousin's wedding.. (^-^) Aren't they just preetay?? Glossy dark grey and silver stiletto heels... ooooohhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX6-Q9kJOI/AAAAAAAAABk/BIkCuXBNAZY/s1600-h/P1000657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX6-Q9kJOI/AAAAAAAAABk/BIkCuXBNAZY/s320/P1000657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252880488009573602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alreadyy.. I'll miss you lovable goons!! (^-^) MUACKS!! good luck!! Maybe tomorrow I'll talk about today's Graduation Day rehearsal.. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;MinMin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-2278931761093242277?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/2278931761093242277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=2278931761093242277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2278931761093242277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/2278931761093242277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/10/schools-officially-over.html' title='Schools Officially Over!!'/><author><name>mikko-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299248638881076054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SYl06RswnHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NrtkvlkrQos/S220/P1000119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwG8fwxZ9dI/SOX0C5-Iq1I/AAAAAAAAABM/JiQz0n_0h9I/s72-c/DSCF2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27966247.post-401049627332162036</id><published>2008-09-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:27:12.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goshh... I'm Barely Conscious</title><content type='html'>Mushi Mushi!!&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. Here whats been on my mind lately, apart from O-Levels... (yes yes, I get the point you can stop rubbing it in my face that I'm sec4!) Paint!! Yes, bloody paint!!&lt;br /&gt;Heres why, I'm allergic to it!! First it was the external walls of the condo I stay in, then the public areas, then the lift areas (which meant having to suffocate everyday, before I could reach my home) and then now, its followed me like the plague and plopped itself right outside my gate!! Mummy save meeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have had to endure itch after itch from the paint exposure, now I'm really going to get it... My, my i wonder if this is the punishment for not having chicken pox... I know its good for the condo, and repainting being conducted outside my home is inevitable, but I despair... :'(&lt;br /&gt;Because just today, I walked out of my lift and stepped right into a plastic sheet covered with paint, and the odour??! Whow, I felt like I was choking!&lt;br /&gt;Its out of my hands though, so I'll just sit in my lil corner and sulk..Poohooo.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day after day of school, and intensive revision, leaves MinMin mentally pooped, my brain has officially melted into mush.. So I apologise to all those that travel home with me everyday for the many moments of silence, the cold stares, blank looks and prolonged response time. (^-^) But I guess we all were that way.. Imagine, the couple of us sitting on the bus, bodies limp just staring into thin air with our minds unconscious. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is also a lil shout out to Sherri, "thanks bestie for dedicating 3 lines in your blog to avenging me!" &lt;br /&gt;I think i just experienced a most eventful year in the 16 years of my existence! But its a lil story of mine to tell ain't it?? I think its pretty exciting! hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27966247-401049627332162036?l=mikkolink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/feeds/401049627332162036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27966247&amp;postID=401049627332162036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/401049627332162036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27966247/posts/default/401049627332162036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikkolink.blogspot.com/2008/09/goshh-im-barely-conscious.html' title='Goshh... 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