<?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-8713937524852823697</id><updated>2012-01-20T22:45:29.646+08:00</updated><category term='lazy'/><category term='drama'/><category term='memorable'/><category term='90210'/><category term='crazy thoughts'/><category term='supermarket'/><category term='Love'/><category term='family'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='hot'/><category term='fun'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='AIDS'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Me。Myself。Michelle</title><subtitle type='html'>The colours of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3682392024260620853</id><published>2012-01-20T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:45:29.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl7n60JVGXY/Txl9_-Fv7II/AAAAAAAAAmg/lKCZ4EvbNWA/s1600/children-Hyperactivity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl7n60JVGXY/Txl9_-Fv7II/AAAAAAAAAmg/lKCZ4EvbNWA/s1600/children-Hyperactivity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brain Jam.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like attention deficit disorder.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't focus on assignments and space outs are not rare.&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3682392024260620853?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3682392024260620853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3682392024260620853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3682392024260620853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3682392024260620853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2012/01/brain-jam.html' title='Brain Jam'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl7n60JVGXY/Txl9_-Fv7II/AAAAAAAAAmg/lKCZ4EvbNWA/s72-c/children-Hyperactivity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-7336524503649569306</id><published>2012-01-14T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:40:34.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster the people's concert in KL convention centre, 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8sggG53dng/TxEiCx5UrUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cOr9BGF_LuE/s1600/DSC00375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8sggG53dng/TxEiCx5UrUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cOr9BGF_LuE/s320/DSC00375.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was the day where &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foster the people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came for a concert in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur,&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I got ready around 5 p.m. and head out at 5.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was bad and Ka hing was driving a JEEP ! Imagine the hunky giant on the road. D:&lt;br /&gt;And imagine Ka hing's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got there and entered the hall. I've got a ticket to the Fanatic zone !&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGLY, I saw him crystal clear. ;D Jealous much?&lt;br /&gt;The concert started and people were jumping, rocking, clapping, singing, practically every single thing we can do when rocking out !&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THE BEST EXPERIENCE EVER. &lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of the last song, enjoy ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster the people - Pumped up kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pgHJhHUbn6w" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7336524503649569306?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7336524503649569306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7336524503649569306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7336524503649569306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7336524503649569306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2012/01/foster-peoples-concert-in-kl-convention.html' title='Foster the people&apos;s concert in KL convention centre, 2012'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8sggG53dng/TxEiCx5UrUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cOr9BGF_LuE/s72-c/DSC00375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-5215546734755589275</id><published>2012-01-03T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:03:42.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><content type='html'>On the last day of 2011 and the first day of 2012,&lt;br /&gt;Siew thong, Asthen, Kadine, Delon, Daniel, Ka hing, Suresh, Nicholas, Choon Kei, and I hopped onto 2 seperate cars and headed towards Port Dickson.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun? Well, overall it was AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happened, people got drunk, and hell, we slept a little or none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another touch by memories of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URFLumV3Zco/TwKEkFgOKhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U4_rrFFZUwc/s1600/374897_3012046379028_1198565197_3303551_566399300_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URFLumV3Zco/TwKEkFgOKhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U4_rrFFZUwc/s320/374897_3012046379028_1198565197_3303551_566399300_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Km7JQVwBu1E/TwKEl_8ZfNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oRbK5XjiBVY/s1600/377567_3012028658585_1198565197_3303522_1623725889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Km7JQVwBu1E/TwKEl_8ZfNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oRbK5XjiBVY/s320/377567_3012028658585_1198565197_3303522_1623725889_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhHI2RxJnnY/Tv_di7xi3xI/AAAAAAAAAgI/B87LUHmfQ9s/s1600/loneliness_of_soul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhHI2RxJnnY/Tv_di7xi3xI/AAAAAAAAAgI/B87LUHmfQ9s/s1600/loneliness_of_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely full of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets of the past and the present.&lt;br /&gt;It no longer appeals to me how it ends, I just want to know where it will lead me to.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to encounter something you regret in the present, stand up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;To prevent the regrets of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6007134920856474602?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6007134920856474602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6007134920856474602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6007134920856474602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6007134920856474602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2012/01/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhHI2RxJnnY/Tv_di7xi3xI/AAAAAAAAAgI/B87LUHmfQ9s/s72-c/loneliness_of_soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1206030338171134323</id><published>2011-12-27T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:24:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertrain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Come with me for a little ride, see the shadows passing&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Look at the sun and see the clouds turn to faces in the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;We’ve been awake all night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;shattered dreams all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b8bcad; color: sienna; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Close your sad, sad eyes we will be safe and sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1206030338171134323?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1206030338171134323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1206030338171134323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1206030338171134323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1206030338171134323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/12/summertrain.html' title='Summertrain'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-4860499250989262719</id><published>2011-12-27T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:17:50.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQmTw1Wa_T8/Tvm3ZKpTJAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/G1nAA2xE2h8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQmTw1Wa_T8/Tvm3ZKpTJAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/G1nAA2xE2h8/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Save me, from this drowning water" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;University is starting so soon that it became unexpected and unprepared for.&lt;br /&gt;For reasons beyond my consciousness, I am nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I make sense of it by saying that I don't like changes.&lt;br /&gt;However, I wonder if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;It unnerves me that i have to once adapt to new changes once again.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it's public transport for me all over again for at least a month. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-4860499250989262719?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4860499250989262719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4860499250989262719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4860499250989262719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4860499250989262719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/12/save-me-from-this-drowning-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQmTw1Wa_T8/Tvm3ZKpTJAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/G1nAA2xE2h8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3533868920668892075</id><published>2011-12-22T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:05:55.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Limelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO2dhwR5m44/TvK6pw_br4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/IMaN2QgJFo8/s1600/Suffer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO2dhwR5m44/TvK6pw_br4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/IMaN2QgJFo8/s320/Suffer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was by far the worst day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Suffered through immense pain and was carried into the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;How you say? Let's just say, it's God's sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of guilt and dread cascaded into my soul like water in the waterfall. \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3533868920668892075?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3533868920668892075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3533868920668892075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3533868920668892075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3533868920668892075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/12/into-limelight.html' title='Into the Limelight'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO2dhwR5m44/TvK6pw_br4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/IMaN2QgJFo8/s72-c/Suffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3345069595743995659</id><published>2011-11-18T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:54:16.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEfcp5k3wSo/TsYqxnKHQ3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/tIH_Y7tUEH0/s1600/light_in_the_darkness_by_benjamin75-d349bxq.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEfcp5k3wSo/TsYqxnKHQ3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/tIH_Y7tUEH0/s320/light_in_the_darkness_by_benjamin75-d349bxq.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you were never noticed, by the world and everyone around you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a state where you literally become an attention whore?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm currently in that stage. I feel the need for attention especially from people around me.&lt;br /&gt;People like my friends.&lt;br /&gt;That tiny spark of insecurity in me has started a fire, a crave for attention.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I declare the start of an adventure in search of true friends who care for me, even with me being unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;Screw college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3345069595743995659?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3345069595743995659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3345069595743995659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3345069595743995659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3345069595743995659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-were-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEfcp5k3wSo/TsYqxnKHQ3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/tIH_Y7tUEH0/s72-c/light_in_the_darkness_by_benjamin75-d349bxq.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1459568744264466402</id><published>2011-10-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:07:42.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piglet to my Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnEYzjJvRKI/TqQRlHPzxUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3IlsfJrwUyI/s1600/DSC00205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnEYzjJvRKI/TqQRlHPzxUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3IlsfJrwUyI/s320/DSC00205.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't very easy after you.&lt;br /&gt;Your name and messages haunts my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I check my phone every once in a while with hopes that you'll come looking for me but I no longer hold on to those feelings that anchors me to you.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of flying high up in the skies without any ties is exquisite.&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go, of you, of all the things we had together, or our memories.&lt;br /&gt;This is my last love story for you. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1459568744264466402?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1459568744264466402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1459568744264466402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1459568744264466402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1459568744264466402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/10/piglet-to-my-pooh.html' title='The Piglet to my Pooh'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnEYzjJvRKI/TqQRlHPzxUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3IlsfJrwUyI/s72-c/DSC00205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-4786345642536202013</id><published>2011-10-21T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:53:49.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final episode</title><content type='html'>Life has brought me again to this day where goodbyes are compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;Although that exams are approaching and hopefully more days ahead together, i would like to express my sincere confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the final day of classes where everybody would gather and learn (not so much of learning)&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt so much this past 10 months. I've grown to be more matured, with more individualistic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;My clothing ways are changed for life and I have met friends who meant the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year, i dreaded college. I would pray, every minute of everyday for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;I once told myself,&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Don't get to attached, it's only a year. Just move on as SAM finishes, without any tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who would have known? The used-to-be strangers are now amazing friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, i realize that they are not only nice and helpful, but they are amazing people to know. Different people from different backgrounds, they definitely taught me that i have to appreciate what i currently have, especially myself.&lt;br /&gt;This year has been an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;On the way, We made beautiful memories together, matured together and learnt together.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words enough to express how I feel. Therefore, I could only say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"A graduation is a small but significant tradition that I think everyone should take part in. What a great way to symbolize a part of your journey and to represent your thoughts for moving on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&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/8713937524852823697-4786345642536202013?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4786345642536202013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4786345642536202013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4786345642536202013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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red;"&gt;Reminder to self : Stop complaining and start doing.&amp;nbsp;&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/8713937524852823697-5940690954474424649?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5940690954474424649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5940690954474424649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5940690954474424649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5940690954474424649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1247678428268827614?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1247678428268827614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1247678428268827614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1247678428268827614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1247678428268827614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-finally-understood.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7434337155618809613</id><published>2011-10-06T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:41:47.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Hmmmm..&lt;div&gt;These days I would wonder, "Would life be different if I have done things differently?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumble, rumble, fumble, crumble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say summarizes into a sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"When the sun is down, stand under the moonlight with a smile worthwhile for the shadows would kill to see you fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta; font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7434337155618809613?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-2240419698386603259</id><published>2011-10-04T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:54:47.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;The red moon creeps across the midnight sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tearing apart the stars so beautifully lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;With blades of blood screamingly cutting through the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;The heart of an innocent maiden it tore apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;The eerie sounds of the crow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ringing at the corner of her ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;The winds so strong causing trees to bow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;In a night of a beautiful year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;There she stood with grims of despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;There she stood with tears of pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;She yearns for the sun to rise array,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Where life would mark a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&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/8713937524852823697-2240419698386603259?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3355625743393869623</id><published>2011-07-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:22:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention</title><content type='html'>Got to have interventions in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Got to tell myself that it is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO !&lt;br /&gt;*slaps*&lt;br /&gt;I'm half waken from my deep slumber, but still not awake enough to be aware of what i currently have right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3355625743393869623?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3355625743393869623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3355625743393869623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3355625743393869623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3355625743393869623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/intervention.html' title='Intervention'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-2661645022237347859</id><published>2011-06-28T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:26:09.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homeworks flooding in and i am slacking. (:&lt;br /&gt;Life is too damn good to me. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have some interesting college days ahead like mah presentation in which i have to dress formally (dreaded).&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i can finally control myself of shopping and not buy stuffs. :D &amp;nbsp;CONGRATULATIONS? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-2661645022237347859?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2661645022237347859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=2661645022237347859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2661645022237347859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2661645022237347859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/06/homeworks-flooding-in-and-i-am-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-3942138934032862524</id><published>2011-06-25T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:04:00.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Reach for the sky !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 was amazing ! I know I am slow in movies but bleeeeh, i don't care. I watched it ! The ending made me a little teary but overall, awesome ! Soo, those who have not watched, i encourage you to watch it, possibly as soon as possible. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If only I could break free to love you like how i am supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3942138934032862524?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3942138934032862524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3942138934032862524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3942138934032862524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3942138934032862524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/06/reach-for-sky-toy-story-3-was-amazing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5416836169901220337</id><published>2011-06-24T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:51:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Among all the shooting stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;You were the only kept me in bars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Despite collected your jar of hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;You made me feel like mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;A hurricane running through a forest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;A storm to catch i wished,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Your love i trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;But you broke the fragile as glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Hold me in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Let me feel your warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;The glimmer of love in the dark space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;between your dilated beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Can you finally tell me that you'll never let go? (:&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/8713937524852823697-5416836169901220337?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5416836169901220337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5416836169901220337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5416836169901220337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5416836169901220337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/06/among-all-shooting-stars-you-were-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-3327497817942280085</id><published>2011-04-16T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:29:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuuuuuwaaaaah !&lt;br /&gt;Was running around yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to college in the morning till noon, then went for a movie in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;and went for philharmonic later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of my day?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4zWm2wjKvc/TakMz9P2X_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Skaph_WALXo/s1600/orchestr-fhk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4zWm2wjKvc/TakMz9P2X_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Skaph_WALXo/s320/orchestr-fhk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely the &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Philharmonic Orchestra&lt;/span&gt; ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome, it's hard to put how i feel into words&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, the waves of the ocean crashing onto the sand with beautiful melodies&lt;br /&gt;and multiple instruments playing.&lt;br /&gt;Magnify that by 10 times and include clips of bugs bunny. haha&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my bragging is done. I need to get ready for a charity concert now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;In the midst of chaos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;You were once my hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Now you vanished, no longer hero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Alone in the dark, to mope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&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/8713937524852823697-3327497817942280085?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3327497817942280085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3327497817942280085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3327497817942280085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3327497817942280085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuuuuuwaaaaah-was-running-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4zWm2wjKvc/TakMz9P2X_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Skaph_WALXo/s72-c/orchestr-fhk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-6217121771424085798</id><published>2011-04-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:38:34.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As she tumbles into darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Her despair-filled heart wonders,&lt;br /&gt;There, she was made an empress,&lt;br /&gt;Of the world she truly ponders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly reminded,&lt;br /&gt;Of warmth around her,&lt;br /&gt;She fell into a trance founded,&lt;br /&gt;By the devil made by our.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches out,&lt;br /&gt;grabs the hand of God,&lt;br /&gt;She pouted,&lt;br /&gt;As she lands in a land crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide the moon,&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be there soon,&lt;br /&gt;Every noon,&lt;br /&gt;My dear boon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be there,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where,&lt;br /&gt;No matter the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6217121771424085798?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6217121771424085798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6217121771424085798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6217121771424085798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6217121771424085798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-she-tumbles-into-darkness-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6159069226376467507</id><published>2011-03-31T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:37:07.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-aOqt5tQ90/TZSDcQS96HI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mS6Da7FY9T4/s1600/sky-clouds-sun-over-budapest-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-aOqt5tQ90/TZSDcQS96HI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mS6Da7FY9T4/s320/sky-clouds-sun-over-budapest-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I see clouds,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I see sun,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but as the sky darkens,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna be home on the rug."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I lay with my arms stretched out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hell yes, i'm relaxed but not for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am finally done with my english investigation report&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but alot more to come ! *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those who finally started college for March intake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratulations and good luck in your future assignments ! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&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/8713937524852823697-6159069226376467507?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6159069226376467507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6159069226376467507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6159069226376467507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6159069226376467507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-see-clouds-i-see-sun-but-as-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-aOqt5tQ90/TZSDcQS96HI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mS6Da7FY9T4/s72-c/sky-clouds-sun-over-budapest-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-6233004164705590547</id><published>2011-03-30T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:28:28.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, i kept thinking of the reason behind why love hurts. It took me hours and hours of deep thoughts to actually figure out what love truly means and why it hurts so bad for so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Love is when you are able to reach out and lend a hand, care, and take note of other people's feelings without any selfish thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; The feelings of giving is enough to satisfy and in return, love is shown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;In my own opinion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; love had always hurt because of the realisation of that certain someone will never appreciate your love despite how to try to convince them that you truly love them for who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; The care and giving to someone who doesn't appreciate you tire you out but you kept going in hope of looking for justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; After that painful realisation, feelings began to hurt and love no longer feel beautiful. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVYxjLephno/TZMTwmrVW_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/m5gnkbkqZPo/s1600/Your_love_hurts_me_by_pincel3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVYxjLephno/TZMTwmrVW_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/m5gnkbkqZPo/s320/Your_love_hurts_me_by_pincel3d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, don't give up on love. Persevere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6233004164705590547?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6233004164705590547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6233004164705590547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6233004164705590547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6233004164705590547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-friends-these-days-i-kept-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVYxjLephno/TZMTwmrVW_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/m5gnkbkqZPo/s72-c/Your_love_hurts_me_by_pincel3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-4029120985615998384</id><published>2011-03-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:58:45.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays !</title><content type='html'>Holidays are finally here. It's the mid-semester break and things are about to get busier.&lt;br /&gt;4 assignments popped up in front of my face and i had to finish it. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood has been down in the dumps lately but i've tried pulling myself together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I told myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; "be strong, there's always sunlight after the dark dark night. Just pull through the dark and light will follow through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wonder sometimes, why do we have such troublesome emotions? Why can't god take away all of our miesery? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-4029120985615998384?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4029120985615998384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4029120985615998384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4029120985615998384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4029120985615998384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays !'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-4468135144610517390</id><published>2011-03-16T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:51:27.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What do you do when life gets you down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you do when shoulders to cry on aren't around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just tell yourself that life sucks when you're sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pull yourself together and make that smile a fact. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you pace through life, a smile and a large amount of fun and laughters are needed to get you living.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite all the stress, look upon the shining sun and give it a smile (although it's burning).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tell the world and God that life don't make you tiny but it gave you courage to shine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When life gets you down, do what you have to like praying but don't forget to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;carve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; onto your face. That is what makes life beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8713937524852823697-4468135144610517390?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4468135144610517390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4468135144610517390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4468135144610517390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4468135144610517390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-you-do-when-life-gets-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7193200229927515652</id><published>2011-03-15T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:42:25.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Atheism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gN8GIH24WqY/TX80W4wrDYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wcWiPo5SW4c/s1600/image003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gN8GIH24WqY/TX80W4wrDYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wcWiPo5SW4c/s320/image003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FkeEItZc0do/TX80J8tPceI/AAAAAAAAAe8/lsXxqH2fMiE/s1600/GetAttachment.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so tired of being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so tired of studying maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm about to fail my first maths class test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's nothing i can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suddenly realise that I do not have to face the pain all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends and family and my ego. :D&lt;br /&gt;What if i really do fail?&lt;br /&gt;Just make it up for it in the next test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7193200229927515652?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7193200229927515652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7193200229927515652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7193200229927515652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7193200229927515652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-tired-of-being-sick.html' title='Math Atheism'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gN8GIH24WqY/TX80W4wrDYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wcWiPo5SW4c/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-7895768189606020869</id><published>2011-03-08T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:10:25.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"I need to reach out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;When times are hard,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;look for the perfect person to talk to and it'll all be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying hard, losing friends, gaining friends, being abnormal once again but not as much.&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough and like one would say life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;As for what i think, life sucks until you find something to feel grateful for. (which is everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be truly &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look around. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7895768189606020869?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7895768189606020869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7895768189606020869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7895768189606020869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7895768189606020869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-need-to-reach-out.html' title='Reach out.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7578648626861519497</id><published>2011-03-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:18:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nervous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tests are coming up and i'm sooo not prepared. I suddenly realised how little time i have to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;SAM Fiesta (a celebration for south australian matriculation students) is coming up. I suddenly realised i have nothing proper to wear. :/&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;I hope a little magic can save me, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7578648626861519497?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7578648626861519497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7578648626861519497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7578648626861519497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7578648626861519497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/03/nervous-three-tests-are-coming-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-1280848627318337648</id><published>2011-02-23T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:49:56.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ADTrEGmR4/TWUQU4AntbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vgwWcoRebpA/s1600/dect_mom_baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ADTrEGmR4/TWUQU4AntbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vgwWcoRebpA/s320/dect_mom_baby.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"Mommy, I am sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy nagged me and of course being a teenager, i would show my temper . (ego-defensive). Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't like that before i hit puberty, i never said a word back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mom, being hurt, she walked away without another word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I looked at her, my heart was in pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, i realised I was wrong and mommy was just trying to remind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am sorry. ))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P/s ; i apologized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So guys,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever treated your mom the way I did?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop and think of what you're about to say to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll only have one mother in life and appreciate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I learnt my lesson, and i will learn to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1280848627318337648?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1280848627318337648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1280848627318337648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1280848627318337648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1280848627318337648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ADTrEGmR4/TWUQU4AntbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vgwWcoRebpA/s72-c/dect_mom_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1282359656098044535</id><published>2011-02-21T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:45:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQAuYL0C9Kw/TWJqvx1cgdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Kr5v9Z4H27Y/s1600/MoonGirl.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQAuYL0C9Kw/TWJqvx1cgdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Kr5v9Z4H27Y/s320/MoonGirl.gif" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"When I talk to the moon at night, will you be on the other side talking as well?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meeting with mah mates this saturday ! I can't wait. I miss them so much but now i'm starting to enjoy time with my new friends as well. Oh, life is great to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s I am typing this, talking about how great my life is, my mind wandered off to the distant lands where pain and suffering is part of their everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;I start to see how lucky i am but at the same time i am also jealous of them.&lt;br /&gt;As they go through pain everyday, they build their strong character through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;This is what makes a true successful person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, here is what I think for the day. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till next time ! Bye bye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1282359656098044535?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1282359656098044535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1282359656098044535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1282359656098044535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1282359656098044535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-talk-to-moon-at-night-will-you.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQAuYL0C9Kw/TWJqvx1cgdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Kr5v9Z4H27Y/s72-c/MoonGirl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-5909730739229467637</id><published>2011-02-18T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:46:02.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese whisper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KkRz3H8m-8/TV50kx_LKZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Ja-3TPHG0SY/s1600/domo_kun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KkRz3H8m-8/TV50kx_LKZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Ja-3TPHG0SY/s320/domo_kun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"When all melodies are gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;In you I hear a song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;When the world lets me down, i always look to you for comfort. With you, nothing is ever tough enough to break me apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was in college today ! yay ! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last period was simply awesome. Had a blast playing the "Chinese whisper" or some sort like that. My classmates were totally hilarious ! Oh, i am starting to enjoy college with the awesome activities and classes. BUT ! Assignments are still here. So basically, it's still miserable. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a swim today at a community hall with some friends. I had a great time talking and swimming and came back home HUNGRY. So, i grabbed mcdonalds on the way and somehow regretted it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, i'm going to head off to do something else now. bye bye ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&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/8713937524852823697-5909730739229467637?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5909730739229467637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5909730739229467637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5909730739229467637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5909730739229467637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-all-melodies-are-gone-in-you-i.html' title='Chinese whisper?'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KkRz3H8m-8/TV50kx_LKZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Ja-3TPHG0SY/s72-c/domo_kun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-277519727993062811</id><published>2011-02-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:39:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'm praying for the first time after a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I need support.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I am going to pull through and I am not going to complain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little faith and determination is something given to us, to guide us through the darkest times of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-277519727993062811?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/277519727993062811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=277519727993062811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/277519727993062811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/277519727993062811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-81699973560618335</id><published>2011-02-14T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:26:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The look of thy gleaming face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under the rays of the morning sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thy took my heart away as i stared into space,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my hair tied up to a bun,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the heartbeats of my solitary heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See me breathe as I stare into your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, thy is the angel in my art,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn, i feel like a gay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, Will thee be mine? (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, See my sexy angel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NzJ6rnKSIk/TVk0O_pDFwI/AAAAAAAAAds/SaHW3OEZ9u4/s1600/Angle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NzJ6rnKSIk/TVk0O_pDFwI/AAAAAAAAAds/SaHW3OEZ9u4/s400/Angle.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, it is for you ! The one reading it ! Happy Super Mega Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;P/s ; i'm just lifeless that's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-81699973560618335?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/81699973560618335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=81699973560618335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/81699973560618335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/81699973560618335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/look-of-thy-gleaming-face-under-rays-of.html' title='Bits of love.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NzJ6rnKSIk/TVk0O_pDFwI/AAAAAAAAAds/SaHW3OEZ9u4/s72-c/Angle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1908873652135484640</id><published>2011-02-14T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:19:04.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's Valentine's day today !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I see lots of flowers and gifts around today and i iz jealous ! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday MOMMY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;You're the awesomest human on earth and Me loooooooooove you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;She's not home right now but i will stay up late to wish her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;the last happy birthday for this year !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_LTDE1oJFQ/TVkjo7m9m_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HUe3Zk0qx9s/s1600/7424_154787667710_553507710_2845547_7880420_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_LTDE1oJFQ/TVkjo7m9m_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HUe3Zk0qx9s/s320/7424_154787667710_553507710_2845547_7880420_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my momma, and shut your comments away. ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's Valentines and i'm smiling, wishing people a happy valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I keep telling myself that valentine is unnecessary and it's a waste of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;People, everyday of the year is a day to celebrate love for your loved one !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, treasure them, love them and hold them close to your heart for you will never know when you might just lose them. And hey baby, i'm treasuring you. &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Unlike a bouquet of beautiful flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;My love doesn't fade with time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8713937524852823697-1908873652135484640?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1908873652135484640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1908873652135484640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1908873652135484640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1908873652135484640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-valentines-day-today-i-see-lots-of.html' title='Valentine Fever'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_LTDE1oJFQ/TVkjo7m9m_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HUe3Zk0qx9s/s72-c/7424_154787667710_553507710_2845547_7880420_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-7099805435916519873</id><published>2011-02-13T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:19:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperactivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i am typing this, fireworks are everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great. Now i hope that it doesn't last long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done with my investigation proposal for ESL and spend &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 days on that 1000 words !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome much? HEHEHEHEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so lazy to write already that my writing grew to become unreadable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to practice !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkvAS0bYa2A/TVfcHIdNrzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-X65JXA9-i0/s1600/mainimage_spongebob6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkvAS0bYa2A/TVfcHIdNrzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-X65JXA9-i0/s320/mainimage_spongebob6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes ! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM HYPER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me for being &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; guys.&lt;br /&gt;But this is one way of mine to release stress.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy actually called me restless for running around the house, dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;But I still love you, daddy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's monday again tomorrow and I still need like 12 hours of sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;SO night night !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7099805435916519873?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7099805435916519873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7099805435916519873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7099805435916519873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7099805435916519873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-i-am-typing-this-fireworks-are.html' title='Hyperactivity'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkvAS0bYa2A/TVfcHIdNrzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-X65JXA9-i0/s72-c/mainimage_spongebob6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-6196337880162854439</id><published>2011-02-10T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:52:57.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaging myself off the ground to get my homework done and it is still 70% not done !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, LEO club meetings will start. And i'm not excited. i have to stay back !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; What kind of crap is this? X:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6196337880162854439?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6196337880162854439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6196337880162854439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6196337880162854439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6196337880162854439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaging-myself-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-1054935289338504927</id><published>2011-02-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:38:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of being left out.&lt;br /&gt;I keep convincing myself that it's just because of my dreadful appearance.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not, I'm just a boring person to be with. Screw this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling insecure and i know it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks piling up ! HELP! Screw friends who don't give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1054935289338504927?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1054935289338504927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1054935289338504927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1054935289338504927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1054935289338504927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sick-of-being-left-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-2271571351721350940</id><published>2011-02-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:34:07.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mommy, i don't want to go to school tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hell yeah, i told my mom that. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;College starts tomorrow and i'm totally not hyped about it. I miss secondary school so much now. Schooling is not as fun as it used to be. Where are my friends? ))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These few days, i swore to study but i ended up reading comics, reading magazines, watching tv, watching youtube, and bla bla bla. The list goes on and on. I am bored lah weih. Today mama and papa came back from Cambodia and bought lots of food, i just ate. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for swimming later and realised how fat i have grown to be. Waaaaoooow. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, I have to stop complaining and whining. And get back to study, perhaps more computer first? heheheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-2271571351721350940?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2271571351721350940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=2271571351721350940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2271571351721350940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2271571351721350940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/mommy-i-dont-want-to-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6204569867932147194</id><published>2011-02-05T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:57:18.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pause.</title><content type='html'>Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands at the side of my body, extended to feel the air and the fragrance of the flowers, i feel the power of nature running through my bloody veins. As I bravely inhale, the serenity and freshness of that beautiful gas that fills the earth atmosphere, supporting life, I feel alive !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, probably that's too exaggerating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, It's officially chinese new year ! Yay to agonizing hours of firecrackers, lion dance, and of course beer ! I am sorry the say but the festivity of Chinese new year this year is somehow missing in my life. :/&lt;br /&gt;Weird eh?? hmmmm. Probably because of the fact that most of my relatives are travelling or studying overseas.&lt;br /&gt;My amount of red packets decreased but i should never be in the place to complain.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my dad about sympathy last night. I simply asked him, "Daddy, don't you think sympathy can be so pathetic sometimes?" &amp;nbsp; Yes, sympathy is pathetic when you give sympathy to someone who doesn't even want your sympathy. Sympathy which is a show of pity towards a person cannot even help them get through life. So keep your sympathy to yourselves unless needed okay? ;d&lt;br /&gt;If best, show empathy ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6204569867932147194?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6204569867932147194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6204569867932147194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6204569867932147194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6204569867932147194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/02/pause.html' title='A pause.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6551764334860534642</id><published>2011-01-27T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:55:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early bird catches the worm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This proves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm spending hours looking for a stupid calculator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I'm am still hoping there would be a savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6551764334860534642?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6551764334860534642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6551764334860534642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6551764334860534642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6551764334860534642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/early-bird-catches-worm.html' title='Early bird catches the worm.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-4271112051213584233</id><published>2011-01-26T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:45:18.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"Going to college is like speaking a new language"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As i pry through life in college, I kept my head held high with hopes of coping and getting used to this new and alien life of mine. Weird, yes but there's nothing more i can do but to adapt ! This is exactly the time where i want to be like a chameleon. Wouldn't it be awesome to actually be able to change colours and adapt the all environments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, life is getting more and more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Like what people says, "All's well goes well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've met new friends and I wish to get to know them more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They seem to be awesome people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're laughing everyday !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cheers to life !&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/8713937524852823697-4271112051213584233?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4271112051213584233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4271112051213584233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4271112051213584233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4271112051213584233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-to-college-is-like-speaking-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5556493084958786666</id><published>2011-01-24T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:11:29.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TT16dpzKbZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cVGRkTVoiMw/s1600/22366688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TT16dpzKbZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cVGRkTVoiMw/s1600/22366688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys ! :D&lt;br /&gt;I finally started college. I wasn't really impressed by the facilities but i guess it would be enough to carry me through the year. (:&lt;br /&gt;I started college with a dreadful looking hair, i prefer to call it "aunty hair". However, there's nothing more i can do to save it. I'll just leave it to grow.&lt;br /&gt;After starting college, my life became hectic again. It is more tiring than secondary school. Yes, terrible i know. I have classes from monday till friday. Everyday, my classes will only end at 3 or 4 pm. Once i reach home, i just want to lie flat on the ground and not move another inch. Oh ! Not to forget, i made a number of friends, but it will take time till i get used to them and till they get to know me more. I hope i won't scare them off ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i found out that i am starting to hate maths again. All the dreadful exercises and numbers are coming back to me, haunting me like how it used to when i was in secondary school. SCREW maths. Besides that, i today sincerely gained confidence that psychology will be a super interesting subject to study. Weeeee ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys ! I know my post is short but i have to end this crap already. I have stuff to do. Hoho. Wish me luck for my future assignments ! *mumbles* busy busy busy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-5556493084958786666?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5556493084958786666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5556493084958786666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5556493084958786666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5556493084958786666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-guys-d-i-finally-started-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TT16dpzKbZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cVGRkTVoiMw/s72-c/22366688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3152440928148228876</id><published>2011-01-12T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:26:33.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;It has been pretty long since i last updated my blog. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what guys ! I finally took a brave step to chop my hair off. ;D&lt;br /&gt;My hair that use to look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TS2cwdwMDqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HlkuYJSD5Ak/s1600/155031_460443022710_553507710_5662780_4016810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TS2cwdwMDqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HlkuYJSD5Ak/s320/155031_460443022710_553507710_5662780_4016810_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to become like this ! p/s : sorry about the blurry-ness. Camera prob. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TS2c-aeYpjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/o7bvZljhQgk/s1600/PC021923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TS2c-aeYpjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/o7bvZljhQgk/s320/PC021923.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, what do you think? :D&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way back to my hometown just to get a haircut with a fairly reasonable price. This is because haircuts in KL are freaking expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a day after that haircut, i feel sick. This is the first time i feel sick for such a long time and now, i lost my voice. I couldn't speak ! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent days at home recovering. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to recut my hair to make the back shorter but i don't think it's necessary anymore. Probably i'll cut it again after chinese new year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3152440928148228876?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3152440928148228876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3152440928148228876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3152440928148228876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3152440928148228876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TS2cwdwMDqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HlkuYJSD5Ak/s72-c/155031_460443022710_553507710_5662780_4016810_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3330897282442702833</id><published>2011-01-06T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:59:19.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was deleting files in my laptop, i discovered a piece of essay, half-written. I opened it and read. I thought it was my brother's essay but as i read on, i realised that it was mine. The way of writting is so different from how i write now, much better actually. Then I thought, "people change, and so do their stories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the essay, despite the half-written form. (i couldn't get myself to finish it.)&lt;br /&gt;It is called "Daylight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I watched the sunrise today. Slowly and pleasantly rising from the east, beams of light breaches the atmosphere and reflected by the clouds. As I stood there at the bank of that fishful of lake, I see the reflection of myself crying. Tears rolling off my face and dripping into the calm waters of the lake. A series of waves spread through the lake, slowly fading away. With my hands wrapped across my body, I hugged myself. I calmed myself down but the pictures of his remains in my very mind. The sight of him would break me down but I missed him too much to think of how it ended. Silently, I took a long journey back to my house – simple, wooden, built by him.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;         &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“I will be leaving now! See you for dinner!”, it was the last words I said to my parents as I leave for work. As usual, I would take a cab and it would travel into a tunnel to get to the other side (the mainlannd). Well, I live in an island not far from the mainland. A tunnel and a bridge connects these two lands. Taking the tunnel would seem as a wiser choice as traffic jam is less hectic down there. However, the minds of many will change and lives will be traumatised forever including mine  on this very day. As the cab decides to travel into the tunnel, a bad instictious feeling struck me. Ignoring that, I looked out of the window and surprisingly I saw a man who took my heart away years ago. He was driving in the very same car as he last did. The man is my boyfriend who stayed close to me. Madly in love, we had a dream of having a cabin built specially for us.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;          I smiled at him and moved on with our day. Annoyed with the jam, many started honking and rage could be felt even from inside the cab. All of a sudden, a loud sound of a crack could be heard. The tunnel fell into a pindrop silence. Many looked around, confused. Minutes later, the concretes of the roof of each end of the tunnel fell. The underwater tunnel which is supported by concrete is under a lot of pressure. Without an exit, people started  to panic and ran to the exit. As I wanted to do that, a loud explosion could be heard at the ends of the tunnel. Nobody walked out of it. Afraid, very few survivors gathered and asked for an exit. Tension builds among and in them. Fear gathers in every corner of the collapsing tunnel. Beyond the chaos and fear, suddenly a man emerged from a underground where the ventilation fan is. Among the midst, he,latura brought us hope. We picked ourselves up and walked to him. We demanded to use that way to get out but he broke our hope and told us that the ventilation fans cannot be stopped because it is our only source of oxygen. He took charge of things and started looking for ways to go out. In my mind I thought, “What a brave man he is. He comes to our aid without knowing a real way out of this fragile tunnel”. All followed him to where he leads. He brainstormed and squeezed his brain juice to get us out of there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;         &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Without knowing what is the condition of the tunnel, we continued our little journey out of this tunnel. Suddenly, a part of the tunnel collapsed due to the high water pressure above the tunnel. Water gushed in like water being poured into a glass, slowly filling up the tunnel with water and thus drowning us. Mr. Latura asked us to get on top of cars and get out of the water to prevent hypothermia. As he efforts to save us from the danger of drowning, he tried to stop the inflow of water by planting explosives into a part of the tunnel to prevent further water entrance.&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/8713937524852823697-3330897282442702833?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3330897282442702833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3330897282442702833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3330897282442702833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3330897282442702833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-i-was-deleting-files-in-my-laptop-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6338660312085920356</id><published>2010-12-29T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:31:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore.</title><content type='html'>19th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.30, bathed and awaited to leave to KL sentral. At 9.30, the train arrived and i unwillingly boarded the train, thinking of my parents as i leave. In the train, i sat beside a cousin of mine, Sue zhen. We barely talked and focused on what we were doing. I read as she listens to her songs. I sat in there for the next 7 hours and waited for time to pass. Finally, we reached Singapore. We went through the customs and boarded the train again for another 1/2 hour journey to the station. At the train station, my grandmother, cousins and I were greeted by my relatives there. As i leave the station, memories begin flowing into my mind again. memories of the last visit to Singapore when i was super young. We were given a 'touch&amp;amp;go'-like-card. In the car, my cousins and I begin making jokes about singapore. I know it's mean but we couldn't help it. We started a game called "spot the trash". We laughed our way to dinner. We ate like a bunch of hyenas. We went to our aunts place to stay for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrj7iMnBiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RlLGs3k5jfE/s1600/PB121783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrj7iMnBiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RlLGs3k5jfE/s320/PB121783.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we slept on for the past week. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20th Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We woke up around 8.00 and headed off for breakfast. We decided to visit Sentosa Island. We went there by MRT.And Singapore has something Malaysia don't - In Singapore, we pay by distance in public transports. It took us 1 hour to get to Vivo city. Long huh? And we had to stand for the train was crowded with people. When we reached Vivo city, &amp;nbsp;we went to the ticket counter straight away. We bought a 3 dollar ticket for the sentosa express. We walked alot, but found nothing much interesting except the beautiful view of siloso beach, the merlion, and the higher grounds. Everything is expensive but we took money out for a ride on the sky ride. Slow and open! haha. We were beat tired when we reached home. I rested a while then headed off to the nearest 7/11 to buy some instant noodles for dinner. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the rest of the day is just laughs and tv then sleep !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21st Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is NTU trespassing day and of course, a little shopping. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took MRT and train to NTU. It was uber far but it was worthwhile. We entered and walked. We realised how huge the campus is. The first faculty i saw caught my attention and my heart. It was the faculty of arts and design. It was beautiful. The was shaped like a dome, two domes actually. With a roof garden on top. No flowers but just grass. It make the sight look awesome.We entered and discovered that the lockers are decorated with various designs and they took my breath away. Creative ! We left the place and headed elsewhere. Finally, we decided to take a shuttle around the area because it's just too huge. The campus is quiet and serene. It is clean and new, unlike Malaysia's university. After having a satisfying walk, we went home. Tired, we had our dinner in the nearby mall. Food there are expensive but delicious. They're many varieties but most of them can be found in Malaysia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22nd Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is Sentosa Island again today. However, there's something different this time, we're heading to the universal studios ! How awesome is that? We went there and met my cousin's parents. They came here for a short trip to universal studios. haha. I was amazed by the sights inside that place. AMAZING. It's a great place to take awesome pictures and of course purchase many souvenirs. Although, i didn't take many photos. Apparently, my cousins are camera shy. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrrkpfe0yI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lRLiJNJt__A/s1600/PB121784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrrkpfe0yI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lRLiJNJt__A/s320/PB121784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The big big big GLOBE ! We called it the "earthball" Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrryawlBuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/te7UoS7leg4/s1600/PB141804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrryawlBuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/te7UoS7leg4/s320/PB141804.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My favourite part of the whole place. Love the feeling and love everything displayed. I'm an Egypt fan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrr_SGDUWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/iU0VQkGikQE/s1600/PB141806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrr_SGDUWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/iU0VQkGikQE/s320/PB141806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Resting ! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrsNJLt4fI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_TKsKZKwI9E/s1600/PB141808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrsNJLt4fI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_TKsKZKwI9E/s320/PB141808.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was trying to open the door, but it was not meant to be opened !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrsZXrO4wI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5ccdLK8yw9A/s1600/PB141810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrsZXrO4wI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5ccdLK8yw9A/s320/PB141810.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spot the cup and the sign says "no littering, violators will be prosecuted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23rd Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A day in the zoo. We spent hours in the zoo walking and looking at animals. Different kind of animals ! We even get to see a hippo up close! How awesome is that? We walked and walked till our backs feel like breaking.The reason we didn't take a tram because it costs money! Unreasonable. We hung around because we had night safari at night. We went for fish spa as well ! We've got a free fish spa voucher for 5 minutes. Fish spa was awesome. It was ticklish and it woke me up ! haha. After that, we left the zoo and headed for the night safari. As we leave, i took out the ticket and spotted the word, "Admission + ride". It simply means that we can actually ride the tram for free ! I felt stupid. Haha. Night safari was awesome. We get to see so many night dwellers. Mostly deers and antelopes. We even saw hyenas and elephants ! Awesome. it was upclose and there were no fences. ;D You can practically touch them. I was tempted to get off the tram for a walk but there wasn't enough time. My guy cousins were saying that they hope the lions or rather hyenas to jump and attack someone. P/s : they kept making jokes about flash photography. haha. After night safari, we headed to Orchard road to catch a glimpse of the beautifully lighted trees and streets. It was really beautiful ! I couldn't get a nice picture for it was too crowded. Everywhere were high-end fashion shops and i was suddenly reminded of my dear friend Jeremy. He would have loved it here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24th Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas eve ! We decided to stay home today but we ended up heading to the mall for a little shopping. Just some simple shopping and we're home. Our aunt cooked for us for eating out during christmas eve is horrible. She made baked rice and pork ribs for us. It was scrumptious ! I ate 3 plates of rice and 3 pork ribs ! Enough to fill me up. I even took a few pieces of gingerbread man. HEEEE ! Slept rather late. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25th Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We woke up at 9-10 am, and waited for relatives to come to aunt's house. They're having a party today. Christmasparty. How nice ! I found out that they gather every saturday or every special occasion. They were tightly bonded. My aunts are filthy rich for their christmas presents to relative and apple products or rather nerf guns ! I'm envious. We ate and i talked to some of my relatives. It was fun to talk with them. Even the old talks funny. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26th Dec,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's time to leave Singapore. I'm sad but in a way , i'm glad. I'm glad that i will be going home to people i'm closest with. Sad that i have to leave this place but i am still loving MALAYSIA ! We headed off for an 8 hour journey back home ! What's torchuring is that our part of the train has no air-cond. It was spoilt and they couldn't fix it. They managed to find some places for my grandmother. It's in the first class ! I stayed back and took up two spaces. Haha. Being inside there wasn't so bad, i took it like sauna. Hah. 2 hours before reaching KL, an attendant asked me to join my grandmother in the first class so that she won't be worried about us. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How sweet eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all ! I left the tiny details aside for it was too much ! Singapore was definitely a bittersweet experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6338660312085920356?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6338660312085920356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6338660312085920356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6338660312085920356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6338660312085920356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/12/singapore.html' title='Singapore.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TRrj7iMnBiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RlLGs3k5jfE/s72-c/PB121783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-9118479598163232877</id><published>2010-12-16T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:32:22.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TQmWTEnAcvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qH-1DtdrK88/s1600/4-5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TQmWTEnAcvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qH-1DtdrK88/s320/4-5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after holidays is at it's turning point. The pain is not as bad for i realise that i can have as much fun even when i'm faced with the toughest problem. My friends were there to make me laugh eventhough they have no idea what was actually happening. They barely asked but they managed to make me happy. The little thorn in my heart will be there and it will always be but nothing can ever stop me from smiling. (:&lt;br /&gt;Life's too sweet to be sulking away eh? Although it's hard to control emotions, but i will try to do my best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends yesterday. I was out for hours and my feet sore but it's all worth it ! I spent quite a large amount on clothes and shoes. I bought a pair of killer heels, a fedora, a shirt, nail polish and also an eye-lash curler. It's not much but it made me satisfied. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with my dear friend, Jeremy today !&lt;br /&gt;More shopping to come !&lt;br /&gt;If i am free, i will upload some pictures of my newly bought heels and i am planning to wear it today ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, i pray not to trip and fall. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-9118479598163232877?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9118479598163232877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=9118479598163232877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/9118479598163232877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/9118479598163232877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-after-holidays-is-at-its-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TQmWTEnAcvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qH-1DtdrK88/s72-c/4-5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-5458018883349990787</id><published>2010-12-14T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:12:09.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A humble lil' convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Wobbly says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;J : MOAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;N: ROAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;J : EYE SORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;N : SUCK TO DA CORE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;J : THIS IS GORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;N : PLEASE GET OUTTA THE DOOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;J : OH NO MY FACE HAS A HUGE PORE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;N : Shush you, I win cause I'm a whore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-5458018883349990787?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5458018883349990787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5458018883349990787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5458018883349990787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5458018883349990787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/12/humble-lil-convo.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-54780446295068108</id><published>2010-12-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:21:26.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You talk like you know everything. You never considered our feelings. You called me low-class but you've never thought of the fact that you're the one who is being SUPER low-class. Your actions not only prove that you're a terrible person but also a bad friend. You criticize and expect people to think in your opinions. You're arrogant. What you did to that poor guy was really wrong. I couldn't see how right it could ever be. Even though you have a noble cause for it, but you have no rights to pull people down this way.You're judgemental and now i will do the same to you. I have kept my mouth shut whenever you criticize me but no longer. You said you learnt how to communicate with people. Infact, i believe you didn't even learn. One principle when communicating with people is not to judge them and criticize, even if you think they're wrong, they're not in their very own eyes. When you judge them, you bring them down and this is when an argument rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU,&lt;br /&gt;You did what you shouldn't have. I'm so disappointed in you. I couldn't say that it is entirely wrong and i understand you're trying to save yourself. But hurting people along the way sucks. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the right person to say these because i'm also a terrible person but i can withstand no longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-54780446295068108?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/54780446295068108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=54780446295068108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/54780446295068108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/54780446295068108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-talk-like-you-know-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-1521032076127003629</id><published>2010-12-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:42:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting bored of exams-filled life.&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer withstand exams anymore. Intense studies and long hours in a quiet environment makes me tick !&lt;br /&gt;However, exams are unavoidable. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that we should take appreciation to everything around us. We would never know when we will loose it.&lt;br /&gt;As i thought about that fact, i couldn't keep my eyes off of my parents. I wondered how my life would be without them. Of course, i got a little teary. I gave them a big hug but they were dazed. Haha. I dreamt of death in many ways, of many people but death of my closest friends wake me in and cause me to be in tears. It was then I realise that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm so sweet right. HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In moments of silence in bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear footsteps coming into the room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the door death crept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The room so bright, gloomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bounced out of bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Realised it was just a dream gone bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out the door,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vibrations of a guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His ear-piercing noise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saved me from fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sound of his voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought warmth through my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For still being here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making noises noisier than a bunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the safest I can feel here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8713937524852823697-1521032076127003629?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1521032076127003629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1521032076127003629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1521032076127003629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1521032076127003629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-bored-of-exams-filled-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-510101867884345872</id><published>2010-12-03T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:42:17.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more papers to go in SPM then i'm free. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to that !&lt;br /&gt;The next paper would be on monday, which is chemistry. However, here I am sitting infront of the computer fiddling. You must say, i'm a little crazy but nothing beats an ample of time to relax before starting to study. Hoho. The exams are hell, and i find it difficult. This is probably because of my lack of studying. I somehow regret that i didn't do my best last year. Such a waste !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think i should get back to studying chemistry already. Good luck to all the SPMers out there for the next coming papers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-510101867884345872?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/510101867884345872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=510101867884345872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/510101867884345872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/510101867884345872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-more-papers-to-go-in-spm-then-im-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-653963715206770084</id><published>2010-11-26T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:23:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastination</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Natasha. ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now a year older but still looking hawt as ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friend for years and being there whenever i needed you. Lu bagus ! *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;Together, we wasted so much time by talking and laughing and playing. It's sweet. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TO9tsPLN_6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/kIhRqJ14-oU/s1600/PA091772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TO9tsPLN_6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/kIhRqJ14-oU/s320/PA091772.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Darhling, I love you .:DDDD It's soapy. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogeh, back to me.&lt;br /&gt;SPM is here and i'm procastinating. I couldn't study and end up playing the computer. How tragic. Moreover, this year's exam is not as easy as it seemed to be. Spotted questions were not out. Pfffft !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-653963715206770084?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/653963715206770084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=653963715206770084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/653963715206770084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/653963715206770084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/11/procastination.html' title='Procastination'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TO9tsPLN_6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/kIhRqJ14-oU/s72-c/PA091772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-2432409773782011571</id><published>2010-11-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:59:27.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well,&lt;br /&gt;Today was Epic. Today was the graduation for all the form 5s in my school. Just like any other days, we were like animals in a zoo. Non-stop noise. Anyhow, i am here to thank you guys for being in my life. Despite our differences and our past, you have given me bittersweet memories and you guys made a difference in my life. You guys taught me that strong bonds can be formed between friends to form a well-bonded family. I sincerely apologize for all my faults. 5A9 is not just any other class, we may be noisy but we make a statement where ever we go, leaving a footprint where ever we step. We're simple &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. Can you ever deny it? Thank you friends, for being in my life for years, even if it months, i will still cherish and remember you guys always ! &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKbcWvC9UI/AAAAAAAAAcg/71wRE0uMYLY/s1600/74133_10150309569980085_630635084_16229508_6406815_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKbcWvC9UI/AAAAAAAAAcg/71wRE0uMYLY/s320/74133_10150309569980085_630635084_16229508_6406815_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKbjSbLMTI/AAAAAAAAAck/81KfH1dsvf8/s1600/76405_469853572339_739957339_5552691_2819618_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKbjSbLMTI/AAAAAAAAAck/81KfH1dsvf8/s320/76405_469853572339_739957339_5552691_2819618_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKb82akSWI/AAAAAAAAAco/3mg8MEYnoT0/s1600/150246_1734160392677_1198565197_1931346_5367724_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKb82akSWI/AAAAAAAAAco/3mg8MEYnoT0/s320/150246_1734160392677_1198565197_1931346_5367724_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKcCEkeNSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/s_y_EZhrTNY/s1600/150253_1734177193097_1198565197_1931415_2132244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKcCEkeNSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/s_y_EZhrTNY/s320/150253_1734177193097_1198565197_1931415_2132244_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;How can I love you guys less? (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-2432409773782011571?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2432409773782011571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=2432409773782011571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2432409773782011571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2432409773782011571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-well-today-was-epic.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TOKbcWvC9UI/AAAAAAAAAcg/71wRE0uMYLY/s72-c/74133_10150309569980085_630635084_16229508_6406815_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-8802038623849863497</id><published>2010-10-22T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:01:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;There's been alot of drama in school and i do not wish to talk about it. So, let's just leave it alone. Well, to calm down i went to youtube and fished out some good videos. One of them is a music video of Alyssa Bernal. She might not sound familiar to you but her songs are nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of one of her songs. ENJOY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_1dUjgvTJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_1dUjgvTJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8802038623849863497?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8802038623849863497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8802038623849863497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8802038623849863497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8802038623849863497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-guys-theres-been-alot-of-drama-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5209011023274863031</id><published>2010-10-18T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:53:09.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, what's up? (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was still in seminar from 7 till 4. However, it lasted half an hour longer due to excessive talking from the lecturer. After that, Mun jack, Siew thong, Joey and I took a cab to midvalley for a movie and dinner! Awesome much? We are already dead tired and yet we still persist on going there. We bought movie tickets for "dinner for schmucks" and had a really long time deciding what to watch until we finally made out decision. Well, the queue was long, so it didn't matter much. ;D After buying tickets, we headed to the Oasis foodcourt for some hawker food since we're running low in budget and i have only 20 bucks to survive on (i was lazy to go to the ATM). We bought our meal and sat together, chatting while stuffing food into our mouths. OH! Before heading for food, we actually visited the convention centre because of the wedding convention and of course, CHOCOLATE! It was quite fun for i get to have free chocolates along the way. There's this "dance" competition as well where all the aunties and uncles gather to dance to a music. It's hilarious and yet so sooooo HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to dinner. My meal wasn't as satisfying for it was a kind of weird taste to it, so didn't finish it. I survived through dinner with 7 bucks. hohoho. After that, we met with joey's mom and sister for movie. When we entered the hall, a lady complained and said that children are not allowed in an 18 and above movie. So aunty was kinda pissed off. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's what i think of the movie. The movie is a must watch. If your a comedy addict, "dinner for schmucks" is definitely a movie you should never miss. It was hilarious and i wanted the laugh my ass off. i give it a rating of 8/10 not because of the quality but because of the malaysian embassy who has to censor off something. Such a pity. It was a blast, i couldn't help laughing my ass off as Barry (steve carell) pulls off a joke. Watch it you guys ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FHlvEc3vaE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FHlvEc3vaE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a funny quote from the movie. If you understand, good for you. If you don't, you are just slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Kieran (artist): "Do you have any idea what it's like, Tim, to be up to your elbow in a zebra's vagina? Old life, new life, fresh life."&lt;br /&gt;Tim: "No, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;Kieran: " You should try it, Tim. It's magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&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/8713937524852823697-5209011023274863031?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5209011023274863031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5209011023274863031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5209011023274863031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5209011023274863031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-whats-up-yesterday-i-was-still-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-8528362786714803297</id><published>2010-10-16T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:13:28.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLlsV1GBt3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Bptk49xfqcg/s1600/tumblr_l5nj9ulmzQ1qcgdnxo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLlsV1GBt3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Bptk49xfqcg/s320/tumblr_l5nj9ulmzQ1qcgdnxo1_400.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"I can't live without jeans (now). "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What up, folks? I'm back from the seminar and all i could think about after coming back was blogging. I had to blog about it. Well, waking up was tough but looking for the perfect outfit without jeans is difficult! Thank god, i managed to find one that doesn't look weird and over-the-top. With that, i took off and headed to Joey's house to gather. We made it to UM around 7.30 and registered. The file they gave us was a mile thick ! The worst thing &amp;nbsp;was, I found out that we could actually wear jeans. I was fired up! Oh well, forget about the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We had fun laughing and chatting and playing of course but the journey through the lessons was tough (except for english). Almost all of the subjects today was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;agonizing&lt;/span&gt; because all they could do is talk and talk and talk. The food isn't that good but still edible. I'm thankful that i did not get any food poisoning although the vegetable tastes &lt;em&gt;like a bunch of pills stuffed into our mouths.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most shocking part &lt;/span&gt;today was having to meet unexpected people here. I ran into &lt;em&gt;Xing Ni&lt;/em&gt; and also &lt;em&gt;Meng leong&lt;/em&gt;. Shocking, i walked in and saw meng leong sitting over there. Ironically, i met xing ni in the toilet. Of all places, huh? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, i did not have any pictures of today but i did learn alot from the seminar, when I was paying attention. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8528362786714803297?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8528362786714803297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8528362786714803297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8528362786714803297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8528362786714803297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-live-without-jeans-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLlsV1GBt3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Bptk49xfqcg/s72-c/tumblr_l5nj9ulmzQ1qcgdnxo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-2750528233102199127</id><published>2010-10-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:40:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A student's life</title><content type='html'>Yesteday is 10.10.10&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a very special day indeed. I spent practically half of my day, in tuition. Shucks, i missed a trip to KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today that i have to head to a seminar this saturday for a few hours on the 4 science subjects. The saddest thing about it that i realise that i am going to miss my friend's belated birthday party. It sucks and they have to hold it in Pavilion (the place i want to go to get a purse). I'm so sorry Jeremy. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLKw-iHjsqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/O99C1ZV1sU8/s1600/sorry-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLKw-iHjsqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/O99C1ZV1sU8/s320/sorry-wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today was physics paper 1 &amp;amp; 2. It was quite tough but i think i manage to pull through. :/&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is paper 3 and i am hanging around the house, watching tv and eating.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-2750528233102199127?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2750528233102199127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=2750528233102199127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2750528233102199127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2750528233102199127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/students-life.html' title='A student&apos;s life'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLKw-iHjsqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/O99C1ZV1sU8/s72-c/sorry-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-7462894553003289280</id><published>2010-10-10T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:35:43.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally taking a toll on me. I'm so exhausted ! Although i studied only a mere few hours but the pressure of the exams are high. Everyone is practically putting their heart and soul into it and I, was hoping for better results. However, the papers are tough and questions are unexpected. This probably why we should screw the government. The newspapers yesterday stated that PMR is cancelled. Jealousy grew in me for students from 2016 onwards doesn't have to study for PMR. Such bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLFBhPwNUHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QzSqnbqtgxU/s1600/To_study_by_alma_lunar_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLFBhPwNUHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QzSqnbqtgxU/s320/To_study_by_alma_lunar_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Physics is coming up this Monday and Tuesday. I pray for all the luck in the world that i'll improve. Or else, my brain is useless. Oh, one more thing. Check out this video i was watching when i was relaxing on the net. For me, it was awesome but let's see what you think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdSkr9kRBmY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdSkr9kRBmY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So? This guy is awesomely talented. *in love*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8713937524852823697-7462894553003289280?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7462894553003289280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7462894553003289280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7462894553003289280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7462894553003289280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/10/readers-exams-are-finally-taking-toll.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TLFBhPwNUHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QzSqnbqtgxU/s72-c/To_study_by_alma_lunar_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3914806136258721898</id><published>2010-09-06T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:52:31.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I opened my eyes, slowly. As my pupils tries to adjust to the surrounding, I see nothing but darkness. Then, a glimpse of light caught my eye, a reddish and bright light. My body slowly moved towards it, involuntarily. Everything around me was foggy, and unclear. Then I realise something, i'm inside a huge room, decorated with many fancy party decorations and a ball hanging by a string from the ceiling. The ball was beautiful for it emits lights of many colours. I am surrounded by many people, people of familiar faces and glamourously dressed. As I make my way through the crowd, looking on the floor in order to avoid trempling on other people's feet. Suddenly, I was stopped in my way by a pair of feet with a pair of magnificently,polished shoes, the perfect size. Stunned, I slowly lifted my head and there he stood. I was carried away by his face and it made my blood rush. Shyly, I look away with a petite smile. Then, he took my hand and asked me for a dance. I could only shake my head, frantically with a flushed complexion. He danced with poise and grace. However, I stood out for I made a fool out of myself by repeatingly stepping on his polished shoe but he comforted me and told me it is all alright and his eyes were mesmerizing. It took my breath away and our eyes locked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I was sitting beside him, his hands on the arms of the chair and mine beside. I wanted to reach out for his hand but he backed off and my heart broke. As I try to call my mom to fetch my home from the place, all lines were cut and I couldn't reach her. I built up all my bravery ask him to fetch me home and he  just nodded. In the car, a girl was with him in the front seat. She was beautiful and well-dressed. He drove and drove and drove. As I looked out the window, many houses passed but many were doublestory houses and they were all rundown. Gradually, we passed the terrace houses and entered into a terrain where the surrounding are covered with tall grass and a scenery like no other. Ahead, lied a few condominiums with a rather resort like appearance on top of a hill. There were two road leading up the hill. The roads up were rocky and undeveloped. At the foot of the hill he dropped me off. I looked up and felt a familiar feeling but quickly decided on which road to take and thought about where it leads. I chose and I just ran. On the way up, I suddenly realised that this place is not my house. It used to be but no longer was. Scared, I ran in the opposite direction knowing that home is a long way from here. This became a nightmare for the run was never ending. I kept running and running as far as the road takes me. I entered a forest, thick with greens growing from all angles. Trailing behind me was a snake. It was long and big, capable of swallowing me whole easily. However, it looked tame and somehow it looked like it was trailing me to keep me safe. So, instead of worrying about the snake, I continue to run but frequently look back to check on  the snake. One time, I looked back and I saw a girl, with an awfully familiar face. I continue running but with my head turned, I couldn't see what lied ahead and I fell on the ground. I hit the floor and slowly, closed my eyes with the last sight of blood blinding me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Then I realise, it was all a dream but deep down I wished it was real for the moments we had together in that dream was surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3914806136258721898?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3914806136258721898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3914806136258721898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3914806136258721898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3914806136258721898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/09/beautiful-nightmare.html' title='A beautiful nightmare.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-2372903567370009152</id><published>2010-08-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:20:49.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;10 things you should do before you turn 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. * Hop onto a Merry-Go-Round (mini/huge). &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;JUST GO ON IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Start singing in a middle of a big crowd and apologize later. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;(going to try soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. * Run against the flow of an escalator in the public.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. * Smuggle any smelly food into the cinema and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Fart in an elevator and blame it on the on next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. * Do pole dancing in a mall and just silently walk away after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. * Suddenly burst out laughing, so loud that it could break eardrums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. * Start throwing popcorn at people during a show in the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Watch horror, and scream before the ghost appears. &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;[Break the suspense]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Go into a perfume shop and start spraying testers at your friends. &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;(my friends did it, on me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The one with stars at the front are the ones that i've already did. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Try it !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have some fun in your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-2372903567370009152?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2372903567370009152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=2372903567370009152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2372903567370009152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2372903567370009152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-things-you-should-do-before-you-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6131921146476707544</id><published>2010-08-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:27:42.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TGU6LONXjuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GScuiWnbhbw/s1600/Pablo-Picasso-Mother-And-Child-25656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TGU6LONXjuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GScuiWnbhbw/s320/Pablo-Picasso-Mother-And-Child-25656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Chin up, my dear"&lt;/div&gt;As my mom spoke to me with a relatively soft and graceful tone of care and comfort. I almost broke into tears as I lied beside the bed with my head cradled by my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when i realize that mothers are wonderful, caring beings when it comes to family. Mothers are the ones who we could trust and the ones that we could always rely on. However, a heartbreaking truth struck me and i realize that my mom is not going to be here till the end of time and by then, she would have done an amazing job in raising us. When i grow, i can never rely on my parents anymore and have to face the beat of the world on my own with my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, think about it. Will you listen to your mom and obey everything she says? Or defy her and do anything you like? Would you throw tantrums at your mom and think that your mom is always wrong? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tribute to Moms,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6131921146476707544?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6131921146476707544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6131921146476707544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6131921146476707544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6131921146476707544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/chin-up-my-dear-as-my-mom-spoke-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TGU6LONXjuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GScuiWnbhbw/s72-c/Pablo-Picasso-Mother-And-Child-25656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-257280219733830037</id><published>2010-08-01T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:29:16.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TFT36qfndYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OQ3AxAnWcaQ/s1600/38297_1477463569234_1013074061_31378763_5798172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TFT36qfndYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OQ3AxAnWcaQ/s320/38297_1477463569234_1013074061_31378763_5798172_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;My favourite picture of they day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Phewwwww! Well, that's the end of the prefectorial board's farewell party. It's goodbye for us, form 5s and 6s. It was a ton of fun! We spent alot of time taking pictures, eating and chatting. What most precious is the time we spent together, laughing away. Many were dressed flamboyantly and of course beautifully. Jealous i was but nothing i could do for they were magnificent. I had on heels and managed to walk ALOT! Althought my feet and my back hurt after getting home, but it was worth it for it is only once a year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to see the pictures, head to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=553507710"&gt;my facebook profile&lt;/a&gt; and start clicking !&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i wanna thank the new badge of committee members for this memorable partayyyy. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-257280219733830037?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/257280219733830037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=257280219733830037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/257280219733830037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/257280219733830037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/08/phewwwww-well-thats-end-of-prefectorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TFT36qfndYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OQ3AxAnWcaQ/s72-c/38297_1477463569234_1013074061_31378763_5798172_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-8488059089739025369</id><published>2010-07-10T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:51:24.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Readers,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun two weeks had just passed in a blink of an eye. Saddening it is for it is fun in many ways. It brought joy and happiness and not to forget memories as well! Last week, there was a photography shoot for prefectorial board. Well, guess what? I'm in it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for everyone from the board could gather and take our pictures for memories for the future. isn't that just awesome? Besides that, many committee members brought cameras to capture the final year of schooling in this school. P/s : i am one of the committee.&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures with every committee and of course we played around with the photos a little from acting cute to plain silly. It was fun and it brings back memories of how we worked together and the difficulties we go through together as a team. During that tough moments, we formed a well-bonded relationship and became close friends although we are from different backgrounds and born in different years. And with this i shall send a message to my friends whom i really formed a true friendship with. "We became friends unconsciously and fate brought us together. With fate, we shall remain friends forever. Thank you for everything my dear friends for you have been such dears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TDgUaKSLhfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2hJ9JUvichw/s1600/37430_400711318198_737498198_4424993_2666921_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TDgUaKSLhfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2hJ9JUvichw/s320/37430_400711318198_737498198_4424993_2666921_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, i didn't have any plans for the whole week to begin with but things came unexpectedly and i accepted everything. First was GYM ! On wednesday, Kadine, Su Poh, Natasha, and I decided to go for a little work out and make ourselves fitter of course. What we didn't expect was the heavy downpour before school officially end. I was furious to see for it is the first time i had rained in the afternoon after a long long time but i accepted it and just continued my journey out of the school. I took out my little umbrella. Hilariously, it could not shield me from the rain. The wind was strong and rain came along with the wind. The wind finally took it toll on my umbrella and spoiled it. I closed my umbrella and decided to just run to Kadine's bus. We had to chase after the bus for it was leaving already. With our dripping wet clothes and fogged up spectacles, we sat in the bus awaiting for our turn to get down. We got down from the bus and ran into the car park without stopping. It was fun but tiring. Soon after, somehow we get this funny idea to get into the sauna and dry ourselves there. And for your information, clothes did not dry but I was about to dehydrate and starve to death. After a short while of being in the burning hot sauna, we stepped out feeling refreshed and ate some cup noodles beside the swimming pool. The breeze was AMAZING! After that, we headed to the gym then into kadine's house. Watched a little movie and ate a little before heading home. Came back tired but satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Friday (yesterday),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to play badminton with Mun fai, Asthen, Ka hing, Mun Jack, Kadine, Siew Thong, Boon Jhoe, Chun Leong. It was fun but super tiring. I was dying to sleep and thanks to boon jhoe, i managed to stay awake. Thanks Boon Jhoe for teaching me to play. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ate quite alot for dinner for i am HUNGRY! *reminder to self : Pay back Boon Jhoe for food*&lt;br /&gt;I went home sore and ate somemore. (it rhymes!). Chatted a little online then runtuh-ed onto bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, &lt;/strong&gt;I will be going for another round of badminton.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i won't come back crawling on the floor. I do believe it is gonna hurt for my muscles is aching from yesterday's game. Don't be jealous people, you'll experience it no matter what. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That's all for my LONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; story. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Thanks for being so patient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BUH BAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8488059089739025369?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8488059089739025369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8488059089739025369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8488059089739025369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8488059089739025369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/07/readers-fun-two-weeks-had-just-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/TDgUaKSLhfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2hJ9JUvichw/s72-c/37430_400711318198_737498198_4424993_2666921_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-8011110027840293979</id><published>2010-06-17T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:51:58.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Father's day is coming up. I am going to make something specially for my daddy. What are you doing for him? This special man in your life? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video dedicated to fathers out there. A very touching video. READ IT people! It will do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1EkWnqiJiQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1EkWnqiJiQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8011110027840293979?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8011110027840293979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8011110027840293979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8011110027840293979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8011110027840293979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-is-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-3629194664623871</id><published>2010-06-07T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:03:29.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAHHHHH! I'm back form camp people!&lt;br /&gt;It was prefect's camp. Leadership camp i suppose. Anyhow, it was awesome !&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you guys about that happen in these 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I was the AJK for group 2 and dang, i love them like mad. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;We reached the camp site at around 3-4 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;It was on friday, straight after our exams. We took a bus and left on a trip where we will never guess what is going to happen there.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, ka hing and suresh talked to connie and I. We had fun laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;The first activity there for group 1-5 is rope couse. Rope course is an activity when everyone has to walk on a rope which is two story high up in the air. Of course, safety equipment will be present to save our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast doing that. My adrenaline pumped expecially when i was going down. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, eating and stuff, we went on night walk. The night walk was awesome itself. Walking in the dark sounds dangerous but it was fun. It tested our unity. After that, we went back into the hall and started evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 a.m., ready to bathe. The water was cold but i can handle it. I get a feeling today will be a long day, but little did i know that this day will be awesome! We started of this day with short circuit &amp;nbsp;training. It was tiring for the participants but never tiring for the AJKs for we have to do nothing. D;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went off for breakfast. Food was alright. After food. TEAM MEETING! During team meeting, I was called to a meeting with all the rest of the AJKS. Kinda shocked but it was for the prefectorial board evaluation later on. We talked about each other's weak points and how we have worked over the whole year together. We complimented each other and even threw insults but we got out of the room with a smile on our face like nothing had happened. We headed to the hall and placed chair infront of everyone. Boon jhoe started the session and harsh questions started coming up. We sat there and started speaking truthfully from our hearts. Everything that came out came from our hearts. It was touching at some points where i feel like crying. Alright, after that, we went off for lunch and came back for obstacles course for groups 1-5. the rest of the groups went off for rope course which they missed yesterday because of obstacles. As we took off to obstacles, i stayed out because i had to be there for any injuries. As expected many came to me for injuries caused by "rope above water". I do not know what to call it. Haha. After all the commotion, we settled down and waited for those who have not completed the rope course. It took quite a long time. At the mean time, many groups started discussing and talking about their performance that night. After dinner, everyone headed to the hall and all the competitions started. First was creative drill competition. I was participating. It was fun! we had alot of laughters. Next was beauty pageant then human percussion. It was fun, but it was hard to keep awake. D;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and bathed. This time, water was like ice cold. Definitely woke me up!started off the day with breakfast. Then I headed to dorm to take the PC box and headed to the hall. Camp evaluation started then the theory examination. After connie and I was done, we headed to see Sir tan. He talked to us about the closing ceremony. We're doing it so we have to handle everything about it. After that, me and connie went off, doing stuff for the closing ceremony and planning our speech. We packed out bags and headed to the hall to arrange the chairs. After everyone gathered, the ceremony started. We took &amp;nbsp;over from sir tan and talked. We invited Pn fazilah, En Hamdan, Boon Jhoe and Siang Ho to give speeches. After that, was prize giving ceremony. The girl Ajks went out to prepare a little performance for the prefects and of course a tribute to boon jhoe. :D&lt;br /&gt;While preparing, I suddenly hear my name called out. I went into the hall and everyone was looking at me. In front of the stage stood Pn. Fazilah, holding an award. I went infront and received the award for "the most caring camper". Kinda shocked. After everything, the ajks gave the performance. And god, did i love the performance. It was FUN! I started to realise how much i truly love the AJks. For everything we've been through together, a bond was formed among us. We gave a surprise to boon jhoe and sang something to him. Hope he enjoyed it. Yes, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. The group photo we took after marks the end of our trip. Sad isn't it? Well, at least we get see cows before we really leave. Everyone was calling out to connie. I guess you know what i mean. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;I realize that one thing i'm gonna miss after form 5 is the AJKs of prefectorial board. No matter what, we're still a team and are friends. ;DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3629194664623871?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3629194664623871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3629194664623871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3629194664623871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3629194664623871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/06/woahhhhh-im-back-form-camp-people-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6834800933245609771</id><published>2010-05-29T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:19:19.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In that dark, gloomy room, there was a commotion going on. Shoutings can be heard, throughout the area. The sounds of breaths can be heard every second - Deep, long, agonizing breaths followed by a series of moans, like people in serious pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Warning : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Comic Sans Ms&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Weak- hearted people should not even take a glance. Your heart might pop. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here starts the little story of ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PUSH! PUSH!", She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BREATHE! BREATHE!", Another said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE HEAD IS COMING OUT! HARDER!", She shouted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CONTINUE! Just a little bit more! PUSH!", [Fill in the blank]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I CAN SEE THE HEAD! OH MY GOODNESSS! so adorable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S BROWN ! wtf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ISN'T SHE ASIAN?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asian's are yellow! but HER child is BROWN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The brain is coming out! Woahhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we doing right now?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I THINK WE'RE BEING SILLY RIGHT HERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PLUCK IT OUT FOR GODSAKES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M TRYING! I'M TRYING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PLUCKED ! ! &amp;nbsp;! ! ! ! ! !! ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HURRAH !! STUFF IT IN YOUR MOUTH !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's the story of a chocolate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; coming out of it's packaging&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(aluminium foil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natasha and Michelle. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&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/8713937524852823697-6834800933245609771?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6834800933245609771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6834800933245609771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6834800933245609771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6834800933245609771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-story.html' title='A simple story.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-4622780072137489020</id><published>2010-05-22T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:18:07.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A collaboration between Tasha and I</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Once upon a freaking galactic time, there lived a fat toad-like lion. The lion eats only the innocent souls by planting disgusting wet kisses on the victims before sucking their souls, a habit it developed as an expression of what it said to be compassion before licking its huge, sausage-like lips with its forked tongue. And not to forget, he would give a foul fart which pollutes the environment with sulphur every time after meals. His large pimply ass, with little strands of hair gives out not only fart, but puss as well. The lion is the hidden legendary myth of a poor fishing village which sacrifices children of age seven as an exchange for peace but little did they know that the true intentions of the lion is way more evil than of a satan. For milleniums, the poor villagers have been feeling it so that they could be in peace. It turns out to be the other way round when the lion let out a monstrous bray of a donkey with a mix of squeaking of a mouse in pain. The mixture caused chaos and terror in that small village. However, a brave 6 year old stood up and faced the terrible monster armed with the smallest stick ever seen, the kid marched right into the lion's face and start poking its nostrils. The lion was shocked. It became stiff and just allowed her to poke but boy its nostrils sure are disgusting. All the nose "poop" got stuck on the little stick. Only then did she find out that is she not inflicting any pain on him, she's actually giving him pleasure. Oh poor girl, realizing it, she began hitting his back with all her strength. However, the lion felt nothing but mild force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ahhhh, what a nice massage you're giving me young bitch." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was startled that it spoke English. She replied harshly "Don't get cocky, you fugly. I'll get yo for sure.". What a stubborn girl. She kept on hitting him, from day to night, day after day, week after week. Bit by bit, the lion fell in love with her and her lovely massages. the girl must have really sharp senses, since the lion never proposed any harm to her. However, she still went on hitting him, ever eyes full of longing and quenching thirst for revenge because the lion had sucked a boy's soul whom she loved dearly a year ago. The boy was ugly but was a sweet one. He would treat her to candies from time to time &lt;i&gt;(back to the lion)&lt;/i&gt; The lion allowed her to hit him without realizing the face that the girl is in love with another. It was like reliving one of his memories, when his beloved too got murdered by the humans when she was harmless. She had a face of a hippo, curly locks of hair and a body of a balloon. The wife was the only things closest to him but her balloon body made it difficult for intercourse. So, there were no babies. How dreadful. His spiky manes finally took its toll. One silent night, as he was sleeping with her. He unconsciously poked her and when he woke up, she was gone. She flew off, blasted to the other side of the village and was killed by the villagers there. The brainless lion doesn't know the difference between east and west. &lt;i&gt;[ending]&lt;/i&gt; the girl hit him. She finally got to his weak spot, his throat. She poked his throat and activated his swallowing machine, the stick was swallowed then goes the girl. the girl was shitted out in the end, after all the digestion and faeces around her. She got so contented with that and just walked away, faeces-soaked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-4622780072137489020?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4622780072137489020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4622780072137489020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4622780072137489020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4622780072137489020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/collaboration-between-tasha-and-i.html' title='A collaboration between Tasha and I'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7147363121102064048</id><published>2010-05-01T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:07:25.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes goodbye - Rascall flatts</title><content type='html'>I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road&lt;br /&gt;And its not like her to drive that slow, nothings on her radio&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell&lt;br /&gt;She usually comes right in, now I can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed&lt;br /&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her say I love you like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;One day I thought Id see her with her daddy by her side&lt;br /&gt;And violins would play here comes the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here comes goodbye, here comes the last time&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;The first of every tear Im gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed(d)&lt;br /&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to go from good to gone?&lt;br /&gt;Before the lights turn on, yeah and you're left alone&lt;br /&gt;All alone, but here comes goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed&lt;br /&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7147363121102064048?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7147363121102064048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7147363121102064048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7147363121102064048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7147363121102064048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-comes-goodbye-rascall-flatts.html' title='Here comes goodbye - Rascall flatts'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7663230051855864129</id><published>2010-04-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:47:05.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay Oral Rehearsal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pertama sekali, you shuuuush!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The harsh yet hilarious words said by Alyssa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Min shen, Connie, Roveen, Weng yan, Alyssa and I gathered in alyssa's house for oral practice. Expecting serious work to be done, i have no idea it would be this much fun. Phewwww, could you believe that i actually cried after a whole lot of laughing? Haha. We only practiced on round because we were too busy talking. I guess girls just can't keep their mouth shut. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weng yan kept snapping pictures of us. Most of them were ugly, but looking at them makes me laugh even harder. Hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7663230051855864129?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7663230051855864129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7663230051855864129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7663230051855864129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7663230051855864129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/malay-oral-rehearsal.html' title='Malay Oral Rehearsal.'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-3818191228915637461</id><published>2010-04-18T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:48:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that I seriously need to get some sleep. D:&lt;br /&gt;Weeks of examinations wore me out! I know, exams passed weeks ago, but i could not get enough of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a baby or pig or anything you can think of, but sleep is very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep up to 12 hours a day and I will never feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks are not done and i'm sitting here, blogging. Isn't that just so awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll do it later but *yawns* maybe a good nap will make a great time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried wine? I guess for starters, wine suck as much as beer. Ironically, i fell in love with wine from the first time i take a sip. Try it a little. Not too much. It's good for health (an excuse to drink wine) ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3818191228915637461?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3818191228915637461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3818191228915637461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3818191228915637461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3818191228915637461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-realized-that-i-seriously-need-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-2063554073135764520</id><published>2010-04-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:25:29.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S8FdKutl-8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/lZI0wz_y8i8/s1600/429220598_09bf7baa97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S8FdKutl-8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/lZI0wz_y8i8/s320/429220598_09bf7baa97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;When all about her is black with gloom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;And all she feel is pending doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;When her bones are racked with grim despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;When every breath is a gasp for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;She kept going though she needs to grope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;For she believe around the bend is a ray of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Over the hills laid the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Racing towards the light she runs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;When her muscles tore with ease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;she continued her journey towards the east.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;A ray of hope is perhaps all that's left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;As her will to live has been bereft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;She's lost it all, it's just no use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;She can end it all, she needs no excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;But throw away that piece of rope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;And give herself a chance of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;A hope to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Find the missing link to her life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;She looked never behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Continued looking but never strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Build on her hope,. one day at a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Though the road be steep and hard to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The hurts of the past - they should be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The fears of the future are all in her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Trying live in the present and refuse to mope&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Believing her life will sparkle for she lives in hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8713937524852823697-2063554073135764520?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2063554073135764520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=2063554073135764520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2063554073135764520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/2063554073135764520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-all-about-her-is-black-with-gloom.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S8FdKutl-8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/lZI0wz_y8i8/s72-c/429220598_09bf7baa97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-5719943289737157688</id><published>2010-04-09T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:54:45.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Reviving my dead blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I dreaded most came true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Failing papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; in the diagnostic examinations and the increasing work load. D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh my, little did i know that this government "test" would be this difficult. These 3 weeks, i have been squeezing every bit of my brain juice out. Hah. Well, not every single bit. I think there's some left in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watched American Idol's result show for 3 times already and still hoping and cursing that Tim Urban would be eliminated. So many great singers went out because he's not going out. &lt;em&gt;He sucked&lt;/em&gt; more than others. No offense. It's just an opinion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, things have been going on around school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;High school politics? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why can't people just act stupid and just accept how things are instead of arguing and making other people's life a living hell? I guess they just can't understand. I would rather not meddle but it's starting to bug me and what more, my friends are involved. I love them too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Addmaths results today is disappointing. I've got seriously bad marks, i only hope to pass. Somehow i feel worse for &lt;strong&gt;Roveen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheer up, darling!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate it when people go around talking about how bad they did while their scores are crazy high. Life's like this ... [quoted by Mr. Alvin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Darlings, stay happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S77c5jQsehI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7oT0DXFq05A/s1600/373245025_11f6dbf5da_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S77c5jQsehI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7oT0DXFq05A/s400/373245025_11f6dbf5da_o.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-5719943289737157688?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5719943289737157688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5719943289737157688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5719943289737157688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5719943289737157688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/04/reviving-my-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S77c5jQsehI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7oT0DXFq05A/s72-c/373245025_11f6dbf5da_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-8549412940643692658</id><published>2010-03-12T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:50:09.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5obMPBLpxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Dr_7vJeYH0I/s1600-h/z193287825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5obMPBLpxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Dr_7vJeYH0I/s320/z193287825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"squeezing lemon out of limes"&lt;/div&gt;Damn random thoughts. I wonder how in the world did i get that. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear darlings of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Sports day was a thing of the past already. It was on 11th of March, i call it the day of hell. The day of hell it is when the sun started coming out and things started going wrong. During the opening ceremony, we had to stand for quite a while for we are part of the ceremony. I'm glad that the principal had her speech shortened. However, I was cursing one of the person, speeching (whom i don't know), He was practically talking craps up there while we're on the edge of fainting! *curses* D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories,&lt;br /&gt;One thing fun for me is holding the walkie talkie. D:&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected eh? But it is fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Next is what i gained from this hell day.&lt;br /&gt;The experience is gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD Connie tak explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5ocWYHbasI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9dpt4fQMj7Y/s1600-h/25971_354531738198_737498198_3649748_892905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5ocWYHbasI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9dpt4fQMj7Y/s320/25971_354531738198_737498198_3649748_892905_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8549412940643692658?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8549412940643692658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8549412940643692658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8549412940643692658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8549412940643692658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/squeezing-lemon-out-of-limes-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5obMPBLpxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Dr_7vJeYH0I/s72-c/z193287825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-3516715045196430604</id><published>2010-03-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:42:48.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty</title><content type='html'>What does cruelty means? It simple means feelings of extreme heartlessness. People, why must you act so heartless to your friends? Look before you leap my dear friends. I have just found out, how pathetic guys can be when they have nothing else to do. PATHETIC. Go check the dictionary if you like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear reader, BACK TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy, running around collecting money and books and stuff like that. I've even got frustrated over small matters but was consulted by the best &lt;strike&gt;psychologist&lt;/strike&gt; mental patient ever! &lt;b&gt;CONNIE TAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But poor her, she has been facing so many stressful things that i sometimes think that she'll snap anytime soon. ):&lt;br /&gt;Kesian. &lt;i&gt;Repeat after me, kesian&lt;/i&gt;. My friends, look out for F-kers around you okay? Some of them are cruel and lifeless. And to them, who are lifeless, pathetic and cruel, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GET A DAMN LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5DSBj0p_GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/icGrOkSz-Fc/s1600-h/Silouette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5DSBj0p_GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/icGrOkSz-Fc/s320/Silouette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-3516715045196430604?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3516715045196430604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=3516715045196430604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3516715045196430604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/3516715045196430604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/03/cruelty.html' title='Cruelty'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S5DSBj0p_GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/icGrOkSz-Fc/s72-c/Silouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-8550635900872934442</id><published>2010-02-28T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:41:49.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear, what may your defining moment be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Could it be when mountains nor seas can ever stop you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Or could it be when you realise what love is, with thee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;Darling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;Conquer the mountains of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;Swim across the seas of danger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;For you, gentle as a dove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;Can change lives forever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;Look up my dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;For life has more to offer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;Pull yourself up, tuck in your shirt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;Fly like a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;You defining moment shall be yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;If you get out of this rotting cage of yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;Spread your wings and let loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Look around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see people hiding in corners?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;What do they contribute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;While they could have instead of being in darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Buck up, and take a chance in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;If love lets you down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Never give up for life has more to offer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Men are everywhere in town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Look for men who are better than ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Until then, I shall be your company,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Your guardian, your angel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Believe in me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle &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/8713937524852823697-8550635900872934442?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8550635900872934442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8550635900872934442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8550635900872934442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8550635900872934442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-what-may-your-defining-moment-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7287602809444465084</id><published>2010-02-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:00:23.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our evil plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tash says:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His house is coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Michelle says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;burn him cukup lah, not his house&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want to inherit that&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tash says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Inherit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adoi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Api = pencemaran.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Must love mother Nature ogeh . must take care .&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Michelle says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okok. Chop him into pieces and feed him to harimaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tash says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You sanggup ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Michelle says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;TAK.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;F him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;hahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-7287602809444465084?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7287602809444465084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7287602809444465084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7287602809444465084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7287602809444465084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-evil-plan.html' title='Our evil plan'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-8444749541023244322</id><published>2010-02-25T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:17:50.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S4aF8Dv0W1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/dbXDsMCFRKM/s1600-h/Copyof29ys075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S4aF8Dv0W1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/dbXDsMCFRKM/s320/Copyof29ys075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was a stroll on the beach when the sun is returning home and the moon emerging from the hills. she looked into the horizon, staring at the setting sun. Slowly and elegantly, it returns home. Rays of sunlight slowly sank into the sea, beautifully but fading away. Then she stopped and thought, why must love always fade at the most beautiful moment? Her mind wondered far, then a tear came rolling down her cheeks. Saddened by her past, she continue walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, something stopped her. On the sand, there are tracks of another person. She began wondering who it is for this beach is only known to her and him. Then, the thought of him returning to this beach came to her. She ran as fast as the wind could carry her. Following the tracks, she finally found a person, looking out into the sea. "Adam! Adam!", she called out loud with high hopes that the guy is the one. As he turned around, she started sobbing. Tears began running and sounds of her heart breaking can be heard. The guy was not the one. He is merely a stranger, finally found his way into a beautiful beach. She knelt down on the sand and grabbed a handful of sand then threw it into the sea, frustrated &amp;amp; disappointed that what she sees is not what she hope to see. After all the drama, she stood up and quietly walked away. Hoping never to see any more tracks on this beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, she came back to this very same beach and found it completely different. This time, tracks were everywhere and there are people playing and spending time on this beach. She grew angry and asked for the owner to show himself. She persuaded then threw a temper in front of the whole management office. Along with that, her tears accompanied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the owner showed up trying to figure out what's the commotion about. Then he was told to look at her. The minute their eyes made contact, their hearts began beating rapidly. She went over and gave him a big hug, crying and laughing at the same time. She finally found him. The one who had left for he had to go abroad to study. God finally gave them a chance to meet once again on this very same beach where they first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;michelle&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/8713937524852823697-8444749541023244322?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8444749541023244322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8444749541023244322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8444749541023244322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8444749541023244322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-stroll-on-beach-when-sun-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S4aF8Dv0W1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/dbXDsMCFRKM/s72-c/Copyof29ys075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1640643876483662680</id><published>2010-02-23T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:21:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Walking Alone&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael R. Anderson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, too, was born of a world not the same,&lt;br /&gt;Amongst white snow, a raindrops' shame.&lt;br /&gt;In life's garden, a dormant seed.&lt;br /&gt;A heart held of dissimilar need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, was awed by lightning's flash,&lt;br /&gt;Embering in mind even after the crash.&lt;br /&gt;Followed closely by silent rain,&lt;br /&gt;Blood-red, falling from the sky in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind chimed and the earth shook from thunder,&lt;br /&gt;And my mind was but befixed to wonder;&lt;br /&gt;How could I stand amidst this storm,&lt;br /&gt;Seek shelter not, yet still seem warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I, too, take my sorrow at a site-&lt;br /&gt;Other souls would nonchalantly slight.&lt;br /&gt;And I, too, have felt the need for love,&lt;br /&gt;But could only love that need which I dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I peered deep through the skies,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds grew black to shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The demon that came in your view,&lt;br /&gt;Now's taken from me what he took from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden the seed has sprang,&lt;br /&gt;A nameless child unearths the pang.&lt;br /&gt;Felt for the flower, both eyes in close.&lt;br /&gt;Took twenty thorns to touch the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wondering mind looked to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful it had to die.&lt;br /&gt;Laid it to rest upon the stone,&lt;br /&gt;And turned away a man full grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing the same song at a different tone,&lt;br /&gt;In thoughts, destined to die, unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Born unto a world not of our own,&lt;br /&gt;We walked together, walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: #45818e;"&gt;This is a very beautiful poem i found while surfing the internet. So beautiful, that it touched me. &lt;/i&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/8713937524852823697-1640643876483662680?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1640643876483662680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1640643876483662680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1640643876483662680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1640643876483662680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/walking-alone-michael-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-532266582021178472</id><published>2010-02-23T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:15:08.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all about you is black with gloom,&lt;br /&gt;And all you feel is pending doom.&lt;br /&gt;When your bones are racked with grim despair -&lt;br /&gt;When every breath is a gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on going, though you need to grope,&lt;br /&gt;For around the bend is a ray  of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope is perhaps all that's left,&lt;br /&gt;As your will to live has been bereft.&lt;br /&gt;You've lost it all, it's just no use!&lt;br /&gt;You can end it all, you need no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;But throw away that piece of rope,&lt;br /&gt;And give yourself a chance of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give yourself another day,&lt;br /&gt;Brushing aside what your thoughts may say.&lt;br /&gt;This is your life and you can  make a new  start,&lt;br /&gt;By ignoring the brain - just follow the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Taking baby steps in order to cope,&lt;br /&gt;And minute by minute you'll build on your hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build on your hope,. one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;Though the road be steep and hard to climb.&lt;br /&gt;The hurts of the past - they should be dead.&lt;br /&gt;The fears of the future are all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Just live in the present and refuse to mope &lt;br /&gt;Your life will sparkle for you're living in hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-532266582021178472?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/532266582021178472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=532266582021178472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/532266582021178472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/532266582021178472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-all-about-you-is-black-with-gloom.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-7275886418274365915</id><published>2010-02-21T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:56:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you have to keep thinking that I'm still the old me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you still cling on to the ugly old me?&lt;br /&gt;You did not even take the effort to get to know me&lt;br /&gt;For I have changed to a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word you voice&lt;br /&gt;stabs my heart right through&lt;br /&gt;Your speeches made me lose my poise&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to act cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much,&lt;br /&gt;For all that you have done,&lt;br /&gt;You are very appreciated&lt;br /&gt;but you just made my day worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&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/8713937524852823697-7275886418274365915?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7275886418274365915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=7275886418274365915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7275886418274365915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/7275886418274365915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-do-you-have-to-keep-thinking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5449901042943912697</id><published>2010-02-15T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:21:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iUb0QSOmt-Q/S3kfMjODd6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/6sXAof0MRBc/s1600-h/Child+Praying+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438412325499664290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iUb0QSOmt-Q/S3kfMjODd6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/6sXAof0MRBc/s320/Child+Praying+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 287px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;On my way back to Seremban, i witness not a few but many open burnings. It was in a small town. You can say that they live in wood houses. As I passed by, I am angered by the way they burn leaves and trees as though it is nothing. I began thinking, if this goes on, the future will not be there for our decendants anymore but most importantly, mother nature is spoiled. Have you ever thought, how beautiful nature will be without any pollutions? All we see right now is just a part of the beauty. I want to witness more, but did not had the chance to. Then i started looking up, the sky behind those disgusting smoke and CO2, the sky is beautiful. Beams of light emerging from the clouds. I felt as if i could float but the smoke tore my scene apart. I was heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; That time, i thought, "I want to help nature, I want to save &amp;amp; contribute, but how?" My mind began looking for answers, then the world activist came up to me. I want to be a nature activist, to help and spread messages across the country and even the world! I want to go to the most remote villages and talk to them about nature. I realise of the difficulties that i will go through but I am willing to go through everything including being chased out of homes, beaten up with brooms and even being called foul names. It all really doesn't matter to me, all i ever want is to spread the message and someday, my message will be accepted. A new ambition? I guess so, but I am still going to continue with psychology in order to make money. As for the nature thing? I'm not planning on making any money. I even thought of using bicycles as transport! O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-5449901042943912697?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5449901042943912697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5449901042943912697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5449901042943912697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5449901042943912697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-my-way-back-to-seremban-i-witness.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iUb0QSOmt-Q/S3kfMjODd6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/6sXAof0MRBc/s72-c/Child+Praying+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-6546535804116252929</id><published>2010-02-12T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:37:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tribute to Alexander Mcqueen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, went for a ride in the car and heard the tragic news. Alexander Mcqueen was found in peace in his home. This news is tragic, for the world and especially his family. He is one of the most reknowned british designer in the world. His designs inspire and beautifies. He started his career at the age of 16. He received the title "British Designer of the Year" four times, as well as International Designer of the Year. McQueen worked as the head designer at Givenchy for five years before starting the Alexander McQueen and McQ labels. This versatile icon designed a special line of trainers for Puma and his own perfumes, Kingdom and Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a visionary, McQueen will be missed by all who love fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His collections were eccentric and highly detailed pieces full of precise British tailoring combined with French couture. Billowy dresses cut in hourglass silhouettes and sharp, angular suits were key pieces defined in his work. He is especially known for dark, romantic evening gowns that could only have been created by McQueen.Aside from all the connections McQueen had with the fashion world, he was also very involved with the music world. He was drawn to outrageous artists Bjork and Lady Gaga. McQueen seemed to use these musicians as his muses. Executing their particular unconventional styles perfectly, he designed their clothing, created extreme looks and even directed music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six ways Alexander Mcqueen changed the fashion world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUMSTERS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alexander McQueen was the man who made the builder's bum fashionable. His "bumsters", which appeared in 1996, spawned the trend in perilously low-rise, crevice-revealing jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SKULL PRINTS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One enduring motif which McQueen transported from catwalk to the High Street was the skull. His trademark scarf bearing the design has become a celebrity must-have. Johnny Depp, Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie and Cameron Diaz are among the stars who have been snapped wearing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAILORING&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He also created beautiful, beautiful wearable clothes… the razor-sharp suit, the pencil skirts, the beautiful prints in the spring and summer collection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEATRICAL CATWALK SHOWS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Birdcages, butterflies, feathered wings, towering heels and even a catwalk filled with water - McQueen is credited with bringing theatrical drama to the catwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOULD-BREAKING MODELS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;McQueen liked to shock and surprise people at his catwalk shows, and wasn't a designer who liked to conform to fashion industry norms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXTREME SILHOUETTES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of McQueen's most memorable designs were outlandish, unconventional and plain bizarre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All these is from a man who is so great,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that he is able to change the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All thanks to this man, right here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S3SwzkgknCI/AAAAAAAAAak/R8lCpeM0Mhw/s1600-h/tmagSF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S3SwzkgknCI/AAAAAAAAAak/R8lCpeM0Mhw/s320/tmagSF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alexander Mcqueen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/8713937524852823697-6546535804116252929?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6546535804116252929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6546535804116252929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6546535804116252929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6546535804116252929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tribute-to-alexander-mcqueen.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S3SwzkgknCI/AAAAAAAAAak/R8lCpeM0Mhw/s72-c/tmagSF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1499913100048533804</id><published>2010-02-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:30:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Their Pain &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to do without&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;To offer all I have&lt;br /&gt;Unto others with a need&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;For myself, I live in greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to be alone&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to be rejected&lt;br /&gt;How to get by on my own&lt;br /&gt;To never share a secret&lt;br /&gt;To feel empty deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;For myself, I live in pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to be abused&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Feeling angry, tired and bruised&lt;br /&gt;To have no friend to turn to&lt;br /&gt;Filled with rage I can't release&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;For myself, I live in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know such pain&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to wake each morning&lt;br /&gt;With a past I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;To live a constant nightmare&lt;br /&gt;That no else can parallel&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But for them, they live in Hell&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/8713937524852823697-1499913100048533804?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1499913100048533804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1499913100048533804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1499913100048533804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1499913100048533804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/their-pain-i-can-only-imagine-what-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-8105527396072492460</id><published>2010-02-09T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:46:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are gone too soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right on the full moon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You left a scar on my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you go on your journey towards God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The amount of times i cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will not bring you back to life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A part of me is lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Along with you to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your love will be cherished,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By every single one of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As your heart is the seed of chocolate cherry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rare. Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be in peace, my aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For your battle is over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shall never again haunt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleep well, for everything here for you is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*prays* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8713937524852823697-8105527396072492460?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8105527396072492460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8105527396072492460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8105527396072492460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8105527396072492460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-gone-too-soon-right-on-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-495455911351338350</id><published>2010-02-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:16:37.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;I do not know what is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel betrayed, I feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it me or is it you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like a mule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel ignored,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;I am confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;Tried forgetting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;But to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't think of anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;For my mind fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;How I wish th&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;ere is a person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;For me t&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;o express,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The feelings stored in m&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y imaginary cupboard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;the feelings that mad&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;e me feel stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S3AOkNg15uI/AAAAAAAAAac/KweqYXTf07s/s1600-h/P9160982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S3AOkNg15uI/AAAAAAAAAac/KweqYXTf07s/s320/P9160982.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know the fish is weird.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-495455911351338350?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/495455911351338350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=495455911351338350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/495455911351338350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/495455911351338350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-do-not-know-what-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S3AOkNg15uI/AAAAAAAAAac/KweqYXTf07s/s72-c/P9160982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1351184295120351747</id><published>2010-02-07T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:16:38.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Homework.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Homework still remains as one of the biggest thing in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It is because it takes up most of my time in school and at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This year is the year of SPM for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The homework doubled and I, became totally &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;colourless&lt;/strike&gt; (lifeless)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When it comes to homework, who do we blame?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We as student, will usually blame the teachers who would just say the exercises or write them on the board as if it's nobody's business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I do salute some teachers who give tonnes of homework and still mark them with flair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;However, there are some teachers who gives alot of homework and end up stamping or signing their way through the exercise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That, my dear friends, pisses me off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Homework should not be given in abundance as our time for relaxing and our time of activity reduces. This not only affects US, but affects our studies. So dear teachers, do think about the concequences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't want to be another mental problem patient, lying on the hospital bed, waiting for treatments. &lt;br /&gt;I plan to be psychologist to help people not to be helped by psychologists themselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;THANK YOU &amp;amp; &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&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/8713937524852823697-1351184295120351747?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1351184295120351747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1351184295120351747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1351184295120351747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1351184295120351747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-1174386735334406562</id><published>2010-02-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:27:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flight of butterflies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trail of leaves and pebbles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you live in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Determines who you becomes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The message is simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will know if it is for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never make yourself believe that life is like a piece of paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be disappointed in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1174386735334406562?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1174386735334406562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1174386735334406562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1174386735334406562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/1174386735334406562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/02/flight-of-butterflies-trail-of-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6340304202974332915</id><published>2010-01-29T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:53:51.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am a bitch ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sleepy. *yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hard week in school. I had alot of homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And today, I joined the bitch sistas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You must be thinking that this post is crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, this is just it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's nothing more to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What else do you want me to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;DON'T read if you find it boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fuck off&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: small;"&gt;Just do as i say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;GOODBYE peeps!&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/8713937524852823697-6340304202974332915?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6340304202974332915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6340304202974332915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6340304202974332915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6340304202974332915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-bitch-im-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-413593667655377164</id><published>2010-01-27T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:07:57.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies - Owl city</title><content type='html'>You would not believe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they'd fill the open air&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You'd think me rude&lt;br /&gt;But I would just stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;As they tried to teach me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sock hop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;A disco ball is just hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel like such an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll know where several are&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-413593667655377164?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/413593667655377164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=413593667655377164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/413593667655377164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/413593667655377164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/fireflies-owl-city.html' title='Fireflies - Owl city'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-4801464411842323032</id><published>2010-01-27T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:05:04.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes people say they care,&lt;br /&gt;but their hearts will be pointing the other way.&lt;br /&gt;His comments reminded me,&lt;br /&gt;of how cruel life can be.&lt;br /&gt;How selfish a being can be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life is hard,&lt;br /&gt;It is never fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;You can voice your criticism about girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;amp; I can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Boys are believed to be the most egoistic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Your reluctancy to accept the loss shows how egoistic you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Talk all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I shall not say a word against that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Have you ever thought of why you failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It is easy and 1,2,3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;You forgot your heart, but brought along your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;You forgot your brain, but brought along your ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I have this tendency to fire back when someone talks about me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;For it is not criticism, it's insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;You have the right to talk about your feelings but you have no right to talk about why we do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;You will never understand our feelings because your pig head is clouded with emotions &amp;amp; hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It is not easy rejecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;THINK! Would you rather I go straight forward and ugly or slow and nicely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;THINK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-4801464411842323032?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4801464411842323032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4801464411842323032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4801464411842323032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4801464411842323032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-people-say-they-care-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6416221034273594765</id><published>2010-01-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:58:58.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;End of Intervensi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe Intervensi is finally over!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PHEWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I shall be honest. I did not study a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm kind of expecting fails for almost all subjects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can barely remember a thing from From 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got serious with Moral but the rest? I practically FAILED hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, i'm waiting for the next examination/test !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lucks peeps!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till the next post. &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S11q_D6M0wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GFQrs3OfugA/s1600-h/PA191138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S11q_D6M0wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GFQrs3OfugA/s320/PA191138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See it as bad luck to see my face in MY blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[I don't give a damn!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;STFU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6416221034273594765?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6416221034273594765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6416221034273594765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6416221034273594765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6416221034273594765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-intervensi-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S11q_D6M0wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GFQrs3OfugA/s72-c/PA191138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-8353441880197351536</id><published>2010-01-18T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:16:41.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1RcFNJwHSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2FOjoxx4yfI/s1600-h/z76525245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1RfKUJBL8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/InJJdBV78Mk/s1600-h/z76525245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1RfKUJBL8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/InJJdBV78Mk/s320/z76525245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange glow of the setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the image of a smiling son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son of the God he is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God of my heart he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can life ever be more cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a girl so fragile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This love was so ever evil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You left a heartbound isle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever the rain falls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiny rain drops ever so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chills reminds me of your calls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The names you call, edible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(laughs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shining stars, up above the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminds me of your smiles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That gave me chills down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I ever forget our journey of miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle Yong &lt;/i&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/8713937524852823697-8353441880197351536?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8353441880197351536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8353441880197351536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8353441880197351536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8353441880197351536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/orange-glow-of-setting-sun-i-see-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1RfKUJBL8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/InJJdBV78Mk/s72-c/z76525245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-6501852071683562516</id><published>2010-01-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:20:09.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1GuqF7St-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/32lfRFenq2c/s1600-h/purple+rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1GuqF7St-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/32lfRFenq2c/s320/purple+rocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You run a cross the rocks, the water jumping and lapping at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sky above you is set into a deep purple,the wind is blowing you ever so slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one you love is on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although they are not there when you stop and stare at the beauty in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can feel them waiting, wishing and dreaming.&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/8713937524852823697-6501852071683562516?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6501852071683562516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6501852071683562516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6501852071683562516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6501852071683562516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-run-cross-rocks-water-jumping-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/S1GuqF7St-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/32lfRFenq2c/s72-c/purple+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-5209698381221229159</id><published>2010-01-15T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:23:27.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Baby, just let go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;You can tell that I am "emo" in a few ways but can you see that I am still in love? Blah! I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a very simple message to tell him to &lt;b&gt;STOP AVOIDING&lt;/b&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;It is insulting towards me. I felt as if i'm carrying some dangerous disease, ready to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So stop acting like one freaking a-hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8713937524852823697-5209698381221229159?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5209698381221229159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5209698381221229159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5209698381221229159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5209698381221229159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-just-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5406248571429820217</id><published>2009-12-31T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:21:51.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Featuring : Connie the cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tribute to our very own, Connie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4-yjY0WR6w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4-yjY0WR6w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/Szw0CMTe7OI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LFaiSiUDw38/s1600-h/153-119_copy_%282%29_of_connie_the_cow-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/Szw0CMTe7OI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LFaiSiUDw38/s320/153-119_copy_%282%29_of_connie_the_cow-web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The smallest one is Connie the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8713937524852823697-5406248571429820217?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5406248571429820217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5406248571429820217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5406248571429820217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5406248571429820217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/featuring-connie-cow-tribute-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3o0-QoryUjE/Szw0CMTe7OI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LFaiSiUDw38/s72-c/153-119_copy_%282%29_of_connie_the_cow-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713937524852823697.post-1412605837642351777</id><published>2009-12-27T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:13:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Images flashing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sky's raining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me crying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it ever stop happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A glimpse of light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You brought me happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was never too bright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just serene calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was broken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what happened was never meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was for one to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look into your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behind the heart there lies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A world deeper than art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-1412605837642351777?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1412605837642351777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=1412605837642351777' title='0 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style="color: blue;"&gt;On the 23rd of Decmeber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mun jack, Siew thong, Pepsi, Ka hing and I&lt;/i&gt; went to Midvalley. I know, again. This time we went for a movie called couples retreat. We entered the cinema and found ourselves laughing our asses off. The movie was just hilarious. I couldn't describe the whole movie, so i recommend you people to watch it! We laughed non-stop. Thet best thing was, i was sitting beside&lt;i&gt; pepsi&lt;/i&gt;. He was just so funny! He can't stop teasing. Hahaha. Nothing much interesting going on after that except that &lt;i&gt;Siew thong and I&lt;/i&gt; have to look for a place to meet up with my dad to pick us up as everywhere is jammed up. I got so frustrated just walking around.&lt;br /&gt;We walked from place to place and my feet hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back, i quickly bathe and get on the car again for a christmas party. It was &lt;i&gt;Uncle patrick's&lt;/i&gt; party. His house was big and spacious and it is a 3 storey! I met all the strangers and those who were much older than me. The food was delicious, scrumptious and again, DELICIOUS! Everything that went into my mouth was delicious. Even the sheperd's pie was delicious. But, i can't help feeling lost though. After the eating, we went upstais and sang our christmas carols, piano played by a &lt;b&gt;multi-talented&lt;/b&gt; 19 year old (who doesn't look 19 at all, more like 15), Natasha. We sang our hearts out and some people told stories. It was great, touching. In the end, we ended the singing with a song called Feliz Navidad/ We wish you a merry christmas. We recieved presents and thanked the hosts for a wonderful and yet magical night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8358343378734902754?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8358343378734902754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8358343378734902754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8358343378734902754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8358343378734902754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/23rd-of-december.html' title='23rd of December'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-4304013490338483569</id><published>2009-12-24T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:06:45.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On 22nd of December...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natasha, Jeremy and I&lt;/i&gt; headed to Midvalley for a movie marathon. We met up and found ourselves waiting for the ticket counters to open. It was 10.30. We waited for a little while more and soon found out that the system was down, because of that, we missed out first show, princess and the frog. It was pretty disappointing so we walked to the gardens, talked and shopped. After that, we headed to the food court for lunch. &lt;i&gt;Jeremy and I&lt;/i&gt; indulged ourselves in japanese cuisines. Well, I won't really call it cuisine. Hahaha. After the food, we headed to the cinema to get our tickets for Avatar. I was actually excited about it! We entered and sat down. The movie was GREAT! I mean seriously GREAT. The effects were awesome and the storyline was interesting! Plus, the avatars and the Na'vi people were so real! It's just totally awesome. After the movie, we did more shopping and finally decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;End of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-4304013490338483569?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4304013490338483569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=4304013490338483569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4304013490338483569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/4304013490338483569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/22nd-of-december.html' title='22nd of December'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5241610030610129160</id><published>2009-12-14T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:40:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. You prefer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Alcohol or Mineral Water - Mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue or Pink - Blue.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Guys ( Hot guys like Taylor Lautner ) or Cool Guys - HOT guys.&lt;br /&gt;4. Good Looks or Brains - I prefer both at the same time&lt;br /&gt;5. Taylor Swift or Taylor Lautner - Taylor Lautner&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends or Loved Ones - Aren't they the same?&lt;br /&gt;7. "Baby" or "Honey" - I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;B. Your/You kind of guy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alcoholic or Non-alcoholic - Non-alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;2. Good or Bad - Good and yet bad.&lt;br /&gt;3. Brave or Cute - Cute.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tall or Short - Tall but don't be too tall of course.&lt;br /&gt;5. T-Shirt or Suite -Suite&lt;br /&gt;6. Coat or Leather Jacket - Coat.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunnies or Spectacles -Sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;8. Caring or Rich - Caring.&lt;br /&gt;9. Kisses or Hugs - I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10. Romantic? - Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;C.Your Daily Activities :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After Breakfast - Take my favourite spot in front of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;2. Before School - I Prepare !&lt;br /&gt;3. During School - Do things like any other school girl will do. &lt;br /&gt;4. After School - Take a shower and eat.&lt;br /&gt;5. Night - Tuition, Television, or maybeee computer !&lt;br /&gt;6. Midnight - Going around fantasyland.&lt;br /&gt;7. Holidays - I will either be hyperactive or simply a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tag 10 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mun jack&lt;br /&gt;2.Connie&lt;br /&gt;3.Siew thong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.Min Shen.&lt;br /&gt;5.Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;6.Zhee Meng.&lt;br /&gt;7.Shin Wei.&lt;br /&gt;8.Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;9.Faridah.&lt;br /&gt;10.Weng Yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What if 9 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;-I will be super grateful and tell her I LOVE HER instead of like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Will you go out for a couple date with 3 if he/she asks to?&lt;br /&gt;-No way, her boyfriend will definitely kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Is 7 single?&lt;br /&gt;-I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe 1.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Emotional, caring, cool and funny at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you date 8?&lt;br /&gt;-Why not? She is my babeee after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is 2's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;-COW !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you wish to tell 10 right now ?&lt;br /&gt;-Holey crap, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is 5 good in?&lt;br /&gt;-Being a "bitch". BFFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you were to do one thing to 4 , what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-Talk to her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you seen 1 cried ?&lt;br /&gt;-I would love to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is 2 crazy or geeky?&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy and yet very geeky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Will you hold 7's hand and walk around?&lt;br /&gt;-Hell no, It's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of 6?&lt;br /&gt;-Totally adorable ! Cutest guy i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Will you kiss 3 when there is only both of you in the park?&lt;br /&gt;-If kissing a girl is not gay?&amp;nbsp; If i did, i might end up fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is 8 sweet?&lt;br /&gt;-Sweetest sugar ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 9's hobby?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Will you date 10 to a high class restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;-If she's paying or if i'm filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 5 fitted to be a maid?&lt;br /&gt;-No way, It doesn't suit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When it started raining, who will you seek for an umbrella ?&lt;br /&gt;-Connie tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; 20. Where would you go with 1 on a date ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; - Up ! I would want to go up into the sky. p/s i'm talking about sky-diving. I guess it wouldn't harm to date a friend right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-5241610030610129160?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5241610030610129160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5241610030610129160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5241610030610129160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5241610030610129160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-5399911426803069427</id><published>2009-12-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:41:12.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My type of boy</title><content type='html'>Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends here in facebook to answer this. Then see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you a guy- post this as my kind of girl...&lt;br /&gt;if your a girl- post it as my kind of boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably to be quite good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Nerds get girls too you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter much actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;Tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but does not make fun of EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;I like clean guys. (no piercings or tattoos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? No harm but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;Muscular! I like guys with biceps and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know. White isn't bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Short. Long-haired guys aren't my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal? * cute or pretty ?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boy? NO thanks. cute = ugly + adorable [DENIED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;HELL no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Love that attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?(Boys) Feminine?(Girls)&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;Not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;Not too much, but still partially VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;I hate that. It's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;In the middle i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;What? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb? * hot or sexy ?&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. stunner?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;Never, a guy like that, WORHTLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Depends on how good it looks on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;SOmetimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. but still disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Well, at least believe in GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;neva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;If possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;BOth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. emotional or cool ?&lt;br /&gt;Both. a little bit of that and a little bit of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-5399911426803069427?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5399911426803069427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=5399911426803069427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5399911426803069427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/5399911426803069427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-type-of-boy.html' title='My type of boy'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-6609552746132806293</id><published>2009-12-01T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:12:04.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three passions have governed my life: &lt;br /&gt;The longings for love, the search for knowledge, &lt;br /&gt;And unbearable pity for the suffering of humankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;In the union of love I have seen &lt;br /&gt;In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision &lt;br /&gt;Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With equal passion I have sought knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;I have wished to understand the hearts of people. &lt;br /&gt;I have wished to know why the stars shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens, &lt;br /&gt;But always pity brought me back to earth; &lt;br /&gt;Cries of pain reverberated in my heart &lt;br /&gt;Of children in famine, of victims tortured &lt;br /&gt;And of old people left helpless. &lt;br /&gt;I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, &lt;br /&gt;And I too suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been my life; I found it worth living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;adapted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-6609552746132806293?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6609552746132806293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=6609552746132806293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6609552746132806293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/6609552746132806293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-passions-have-governed-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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-8713937524852823697.post-8599254287849515256</id><published>2009-12-01T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:05:01.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOLY COW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrong quote to start a post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I specially dedicate this "holy cow" quote to my dearest &lt;strike&gt;cow&lt;/strike&gt; Connie Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Warning : The following post is full of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for not updating, I got kinda lazy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last saturday, the girls went to Times Square. Natasha, Kadine, Siew thong, Zheng yi and I went shopping for dresses. We find ourselves in different kind of stores which varies from the cheap of the expensive. We had so much fun tyring on dresses. Guess what! We actually managed to force Kadine put on a dress. She was pretty, more like beautiful. Maybe she should wear dresses more often. *imagines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found a few dresses that i like, and I feel in love. However, I couldn't own those dresses as they're too expensive for me to afford on my own. Maybe i'll drag my mom to the mall instead? That would be a great idea isn't it? *smirks*&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, After lots of shopping and stuff, the only ones who bought dresses are Zheng Yii, Siew Thong and I. Not bad, at least we bought something. Before leaving, we spent a little time taking pictures near the christmas stores (built like decorations). It attracted many to capture photos. People.... hahaha. So after all the picture taking and walking, we finally decided to head home. On the way back, we met Mun Jack, Mun Fai, and Asthen in the LRT station nearby. We said that it was conincidence (well, coincidence is not the word, it's planned). The Natasha, Zheng yii, and I planned to meet them on the way back. We just didn't tell Siew thong about it. We allowed her to have a surprise from her very own "hubby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't that just sweet? hahaha. Okay I guess that's all. For another post, I guess you have to wait. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Michelle The Great&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life itself is a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713937524852823697-8599254287849515256?l=michelledarlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8599254287849515256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713937524852823697&amp;postID=8599254287849515256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8599254287849515256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713937524852823697/posts/default/8599254287849515256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelledarlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing-with-girls.html' title='Outing with the girls'/><author><name>Live.love.laugh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02249383935736685585</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>
