<?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-11794982</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:49:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-113786192285784196</id><published>2006-01-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:22:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BDAE TO YUESI!!! HAHA today we celebrated my old friend's birthday. Seven long years already! Gosh, looking back on those days make me feel old. We met up at PS and went to Manhattan Fish Market for lunch. I didnt know this place existed but the food there is cheap and it looked good. I ordered the Norwegian salmon(yummy) and the platter for 2 looked good too which Yuesi and Zhimei ate. Before the food came, we started our picture frenzy and started taking loads of pics. OH, there was this cute toddler in which we played with too. HAHA what nice eyes he has. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/my%20food.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/my%20food.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; yuesi and toddler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around PS and Eileen said that she was hungry. SO FAST! She bought the taiwan chicken fillet and we walked to Meridien hotel and I bought 2 pairs of earrings. We all had a craving for bb.tea and we continued our walk down to Orchard Emerald. The bb.tea i ordered was SO sweet it gave me a toothache. We discussed our Thailand trip and its finalized haha. YAY! Again, more picture taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhimei went off to meet her friend and we walked aimlessly along Orchard Road to Taka. Met Calvin and Bendini and they couldnt recognise me. We all changed since sec sch and JC. ya and thanks for your lipo and surgery comment, I'll take it as a compliment. And the comment about me looking like Rose Mcgowan, I'll take that as a compliment too hahahaha. And yes its AU NATUREL FYI. No scalpel or plastic involved. We were at Taka basement to surrond ourselves with the CNY mood. Packed. The underpass to the MRT was worse. Everyone was hardly moving an inch and we were practically smelling each others armpits. Yew! And poor Yuesi didnt get in the same train as us haha. But, finally home sweet home... Nope, my mum dragged me to NTUC to buy CNY stuff. Tired. Cheers guys. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/eileen%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/eileen%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/mickey%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/zhimei%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/zhimei%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/bubble%20tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/bubble%20tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/groip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/yuesi%20me%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/yuesi%20me%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/yuesi%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/yuesi%20me.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/11794982-113786192285784196?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113786192285784196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=113786192285784196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113786192285784196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113786192285784196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-bdae-to-yuesi-haha-today-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-113777088376171587</id><published>2006-01-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:48:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's been a long and tiring day. 8 to 6 in the LT's. My butt got sores from sitting so long and it was like freaking cold. The psych RP room was even colder. I sat at the edge of the seat to prevent my butt from turning blue. And the expt was really funny, with all those chinese characters that you were supposed to choose if it existed. To me, all looked like they didnt exist. OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally SW ended and I was supposed to meet my mum at Orchard MRT. She waited for me for 20 min since that 96 took so long to reach Clementi. We went to Popular to get a diary and a metal rule. Next, my mum was hungry and we went to Ding Tai Fung for dinner. My favourite 'xiao long bao' !! I can eat like 'longs' of it. A Caucasian couple beside us didnt order 'xiao long bao', and my mum was like lets recommend it to them. HAHA. Next destination: CK Tang. My mum has been bothering me to get a cereal dispenser. But its so heavy and chunky and I'd rather use the old fashioned method: FOLD AND USE PEGS. But she said it looked unsightly...yeah yeah mummy...everything must be perfect... OK we got 2 of those, each $17.70. Goodness. Just for 2 plastic bottles. I was like so tired by then, i was practically floating my way through CK Tang. My mum still wanted to go to Estee Lauder to get her pink rouge. Ok never mind. I needed a concealer also for my dreadful eyebags which has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/DSCN0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/DSCN0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wanted some pink rouge to match her lipstick she just bought which has some funny name... something pink. And the lipstick was like bubblegum pink! She said that was to make herself look younger. LOL. We bought the stuff and went to Bengawan Solo to get more CNY biscuits. The Cheese Nuarvoso(wateva) is really good. Gotta bring some to let Yuesi try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok finally we were in the train. This American guy gave up his seat to my mum and was like so courteous. I stood beside him and his friends. They were like staring at me and the girl in front of me. There was an empty seat beside my mum and he tried to tell me to take the seat by waving his hand in front of me. I just pretended I didnt see it. Then he said, 'Miss, would you like to sit down?' I said no thanks and told him I was getting down soon. His friend made fun of him after that. Finally, it was time to get off and he allowed me to get off first.I said thank you and he said,'No problem, you're too beautiful.' I was like ???!!!. I just hurried on and took the escalator down. When I was leaving the station on the escalator, they stood in front of me and kept looking and laughing and whatever. How irritating and lucky my mum was with me. Home sweet home and looking forward to having lunch with Yuesi, Zhimei, Eileen and Mickey tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11794982-113777088376171587?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113777088376171587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=113777088376171587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113777088376171587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113777088376171587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-been-long-and-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-113699953485882097</id><published>2006-01-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:12:14.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was the first day of the new semester and it doesn't seem as if I had enjoyed my holidays. Anyway, today was a complete disaster! I was having a bad flu and feeling feverish. I happily attended social work lecture with Gayl and went off to look for LT7A. I was like how come there's no directions for LT7A. They have all the LTs except for it. I called Gayl for help but she didnt know where it was also. I was loitering outside LT9 and Boon Song suddenly said hello. I asked him where was LT7A and to my surprise, its in Engine. For my past semester in FASS, i didnt realise that there is no LT7A in FASS.ALAMAK! DOUBLE SHIT...i was late and stupified. Luckily Boon Song brought me to reckee the place. And that stupid shuttle bus was so bumpy on the road. I totally HATE taking the shuttle bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, there were quite a number of arts students in the Soci lecture also. Not so bad I guess. During the entire lecture, I was thinking about my stupidity and felt so ERGH! Forget it, I will try to go for the Tuesday lecture with Gayl instead. After the lecture, i took the wrong shuttle bus to Kent Vale and the bus driver looked at me with this face I don't know how to describe...He was like, "Eh, terminal liao hor." I was like shit, wrong bus! I should have taken the one to Biz Fac. Must be the flu bug. I was going to be late for Chinese studies lecture back in Arts with Yuesi and I finally made it in time. She was amused by my plight. HAHA. I was so blur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YA HAHAHA back to Chinese Studies.  I supposedly bid for this mod for backup in case I can't get the Management module which I truly did'nt get. And to my horror, its conducted in Chinese. I thought it was an English medium. OK never mind again. I went in for the lecture with my mouth open. I caught no ball of what the lecturer was saying. Chinese is not my cup of tea. I got my A level cert and I should stop there HAHA. I went off halfway to bid for another module and Yuesi joined me later and we took another one instead. Or not I will have a horrible time. Luckily, we used only 1 point to bid for SEA. Phew... Anyway, bought my soci text and went home to rest. Couldnt stand the pain in my head anymore. Sorry CSC day people, supposed to go wrap the souvenirs but i am real sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CHEERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11794982-113699953485882097?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113699953485882097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=113699953485882097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113699953485882097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113699953485882097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-first-day-of-new-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-113664815532931651</id><published>2006-01-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:47:33.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*blows the long accumulated dust on the blog* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, this is a tribute to all those who keep nagging at me to update my dead blog. I saw the last update-23rd July!!! OMG! Laughed my head off literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I finally got my treat today for helping Ronald in his project. Talking about the project, its really funny and it proves something...I CANNOT act for nuts. We went to Cafe Cartel in Cineleisure and chose the most unappealing seats to avoid unneeded attention. Yuesi, Yanqing, me and eileen reached first and waited for the "star" to appear. Luckily he came with his friend or not he would feel embarrassed. 4 females and 1 male HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I saw Ronald, i was like wow he looks so much better in person. Yeah and he seems a really nice person. No wonder he's such good friends with Yuesi. Macham same pattern. The conversation between us and Ronald and his friend Alvin was really humourous. I had Fish n Chips and the guys had like pasta and a 3-person platter?! Yuesi almost sang our ridiculous CNY english version songs. But she could'nt because his friend was there! We bombarded them with our cameras till we continued on shopping. Correction: Walking around aimlessly. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/DSCN0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/DSCN0939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/DSCN0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/DSCN0940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/P1010191.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/P1010191.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/P1010183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/400/DSCN0938.0.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Me(in blue), Alvin and Ronald( u guys should know who)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mickey came and meet us and we continued walking aimlessly until he said he needed some new clothing. And so guys need advice once in a while as women know best. At that time, my feet hurt like hell because of the heels i wore. Damn, i regretted wearing it but it was so pretty haha. I almost bought a pair of flip-flops but forget it. What kinda cheap stuff can you get at Shaw House you tell me? I just continued in pain. My feet had blisters by the time I got home. We took pictures and laughed and sang the CNY songs to entertain ourselves. And the 3-ppl joke HAHAHA! We went to Dome for some drinks and it was heaven to me because I could finally sit down! Some more pictures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/P1010200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/P1010195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/P1010195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/DSCN0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/DSCN0945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/DSCN0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/200/DSCN0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/1600/DSCN0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1615/971/320/DSCN0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eileen(brown), Yuesi and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that Mickey!!! I really want to hamtam him! He can't control the camera with his shaky hands and i told him to support his hands on the table but still cannot do it properly and the pictures got worse. Even the shock proof camera that Yuesi has is useless in his hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, Gayl, thanks for your beautiful earrings. I'm wearing it. Can you see? Its the leafy one! I love that one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11794982-113664815532931651?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113664815532931651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=113664815532931651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113664815532931651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/113664815532931651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/blows-long-accumulated-dust-on-blog-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-112212646478360598</id><published>2005-07-24T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:29:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yet another tiring day for me. Today was MJC's 1st college day and i am supposed to collect my colours award(had no idea how i got it). Dresscode: Formal. Girls are advised to wear pants, skirt with a blouse. STRICTLY NO DENIM! Sorry, i have no blouses. Hence, i had to wear a darn super formal dress. Come on why not smart casual? It's just a prize presentation, not as if some graduation ceremony or something. Ergh... denim is international smartness ok! Whatever, took a cab instead of meeting Yuesi as she was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. Many people have changed a lot. Well actually me too. Mrs Liang was like...Michelle, you look so different. Yeah, I evolved. Those were the days man. HAHA. Only Karen saw that i used a LV bag and we exchanged views about the latest branded goods, skin products ranging from Gucci to Chanel to CD. Man, loved her wallet! Conversations with Karen is really fun. Miss Choy kinda spoilt my mood for the ceremony with her nasty remarks. As usual, speeches and applausing. Got a medal for my "outstanding" CCA results. Then, we left immediately to Raffles City and signed up for NUS Orientation Week. Damned CORS system giving me a headache. Can't they just give us a timetable and say, just follow and attend and study hard. Man, isn't life complicated enough? Ya, for those who know coocoo about the bidding system, join da club. BLANK ~_~ 7 days of orientation is enough to strain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had thai buffet at Bugis with Zhimei and Yuesi. YUMMY! I absolutely adore Thai cuisine. Hot, sour, sweet, u name it they have it. HAHA... Yuesi just kept ordering calamari till she says she's getting a bit "sotong". HAHA. Tom yam soup was good and zhimei had to finish the spicy kangkong and we were like discussing that old wife tale about kangkong making your legs wobbly?! Dear old Sudket was introduced to Zhe-mai HAHAHA and she was like...ok, no comments. Shopping becomes such a pain when we compare prices to those in BKK which are so bloody cheap. We went for nail art and poor Zhimei had to wait so long for her pedicure. She didnt want black, didnt want anything striking. OK what do you want hahaha. She chose pink in the end. Bugis was packed and seeing those people gave me a headache. Ya S'pore is going to be Tokyo in a few years time people. "Orange" seemed to be the hot topic today which dear old Yuesi teasing me and this thai badminton player i found to be good-looking at Spore Open. Orange this orange that. HAHA damn funny. Yuesi had Rotiboy and we chatted in the foodcourt. Home was next and tomorrow yet another buffet... OK Mr. Treadmill, you are my next best friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11794982-112212646478360598?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112212646478360598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=112212646478360598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/112212646478360598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/112212646478360598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-yet-another-tiring-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-112212821695376653</id><published>2005-07-23T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:16:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Went shopping with mummy today! Bought jeans and 3 tops using my voucher from Topshop. Mummy bought a pair of Clarks shoes. Oh ya, the trip to the library today was really amusing. I reached the library at 10 plus and still i can't find Nigella's cookbook. It is somewhere in the library but in the wrong section i think. ARGH! Another wasted trip. By the way, i got a few more recipes and read part of J.R.R Tolkien's Men of Middle Earth (can't rememer). Love his books. Such a literary genius. Halfway through, this man was shouting his voice to the librarian in his appallingly bad english which made me giggle. Difficult for me as i can't control laughter. He was so rude to the librarian who was trying to stop him from doing something he should'nt in the library which i don't know what was that. Left the library and went off to meet mum for my doc's appointment at NSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old problem...Mild eczema. I hate it as it itches and now affects my neck. I had to pay 90 plus bucks for consultation and the doctor didnt even examine my skin. He was like: Ok. Eczema...ok thanks doc...~-~ Prescribed steriods and some moisturiser which i hate to use as it gets my skin oily.EEE. Shopping started straight after. My mum was so fed up as i could not get the cookbook i wanted at the library so she bought it for me at Borders. Thanks mama for paying for me. Muack! Later, we met my dad at Paragon and had tunch at Swensens. I ordered Caesar Salad and my parents ate fish n chips. Next, we met up with Uncle Dilip(delete for Yuesi)HAHAHA. CK tangs was my next stop and bought some lemon squeezer and an ash tray for my dad. Daddy went to meet his friend and HAHA as usual took a cab home. Ok have to watch the Naked Chef now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11794982-112212821695376653?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112212821695376653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=112212821695376653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/112212821695376653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/112212821695376653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay-went-shopping-with-mummy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794982.post-112177211030524195</id><published>2005-07-20T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:04:57.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here am I jumping into the bandwagon of blogging. Apparently I should have done it ages ago but I absolutely cannot be bothered with all the procedures which was kind of a chore. Yeah people, SLOW is ze word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the NUS checkup today with Yuesi, Gayl and Lyn. Woke up at 5.30 with my damn eyes half-wide, wandering through the darkness of my semi-lit hall. ERGH! HATE TO WAKE UP THAT EARLY! And guess what, its back to normal school days with bad traffic and crowded MRT rides. And NUS is so freaking far from the east! I tied up my helmet hair as its recently rebonded and looks flat still. Yuesi and and Lyn will get a shock as i never tie my non-touch hair! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn was eaaarly today...so unlike her haha. Yeah so i hit her ass and called her CHARLIE. 4 of us 'smart alecs' took bus 95A, innocently believing its gonna take us to FASS...In the end its final destination was NUH which was bloody far away from FASS! The bus driver was somehow trying hard to break our conversation and get us off the bus which was empty except for us 4 'goondus' and she seemed pissed.How embarrassing. Sorry. First timers. My next best friend-NUS. Maps totally have no use to me. Hey I am female. HAHA. Had to walk, hopefully made me lose a few hundred grams for 'scalophobic' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, checkup as usual. I was pretty amused by the physical body check. I call that professional and legal groping. HAHA. 25 bucks gone to x-ray fees. *rwah* Officially broke again. Had lunch at some hawker centre near Buona Vista MRT. Delicious. One of the best prawn noodles i have ever tried. Yuesi's uncle's stall though. Went Bedok library to get some recipes for my 'cooking expedition' (my uncle calls it). Fortunately, it has not failed. Got good reviews for my cooking skills though haha. Once again, the DDC system still confuses me. Man, retribution for not using the library often. Uni life would make the library my third home i predict. Nigella Lawson's and Jamie Oliver's cookbooks were all on loan. SHIT. Sat next to a guy who was studying for QET tomorrow but he could'nt hold out for 1 hour and read other stuff. HAHA guess the study momentum is gone for now. Then came a group of secondary school girls who were making such a din next to us. COME ON! There's a cafe downstairs where you can chat and thousands of kopitiams outside for you to converse. IRRITATING ERGH! Read a cooking journal, some philosophical books *yawn* and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias to Yuesi for helping me the blog dino start my first entry. See ya guys. CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11794982-112177211030524195?l=freakchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/112177211030524195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11794982&amp;postID=112177211030524195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/112177211030524195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11794982/posts/default/112177211030524195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakchelle.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-am-i-jumping-into-bandwagon-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010547224472399778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
