<?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-5496408279275741803</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:21.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2512801924556948633</id><published>2009-05-26T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:13:48.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I shan't remind you about the fact that we have to finish more than one PT every week! (5 PTs)&lt;br /&gt;I also shan't remind you that we have to "make use of the holidays to catch up" and "revise for the new term"!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluck I'm allergic to deodorant. At least some. It makes me all sneezy for the rest of the day and it's 10 times worse than having a fever or tight chest or something. At least it puts me into a 10x bad mood. Because you have to keep punching your nose to stop it from annoying you and that's annoying. It's actually a lot worse than it sounds. Like usually when you tell someone you're allergic or feeling sneezy or things make you sneeze, people laugh. I don't know why, but having one of these sneezy things is one of the greatest irritants I have. Really uncomfortable, and not really funny. Especially when it somehow always coincides with tests and upcoming exams (especially chinese composition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a deviantart account. Haven't really done anything new. And I'm so jealous of ppl like yeqi D: can draw humans so nicely and NOT ONLY THAT the clothes have all the creases in the right places and stuff. ANNOYING! IRRITATING! UNSTANDABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope laoshi gives me the hamster tomorrow. But then again I'll have to lug it to MOELC, then lug it all the way across and walk to junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still feeling quite sore. Like you know, we should have landed in America yesterday? Maybe right now, I should be eating fish and chips? No actually, I think I'll be performing live now. And after that, I'll look forward to a tour somewhere around America. Annoying, unstandable, irritating. And some people just don't understand, like, non-Omers. just think we're whiny. But just imagine...say you worked so hard, thinking about world finals and america and everything and BOOM HEY YO YOU CAN'T GO ANYMORE! INSTEAD, YOU STAY IN HOT OL' SINGAPORE, STUDYING FOR MATH GA, DOING CHINESE FILING, DESPERATELY FINISHING WORKSHEETS, CHIONGING PHYSICS PT AND LOOK FORWARD TO A HOLIDAY OF PTS! AND THE END OF OM! You get the point. Sorry if we're whiny. And it also gets a bit annoying when we are like thinking of major stuff like this and people come to you and complain about like how they barely passed their test? -.-(That was something long long ago) When they know perfectly well i FAILED it with flying colours? Pls la. Like it's the worst thing that ever happened to you. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will never regret joining OM. Just that the blow was a bit too big. DIV 3 MOCK WORLDS HERE WE GO!!! (just don't have it this sat. I've got a competition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged for so long..I know I have more random stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Japan.&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Japan so much, but lately it's been overwhelming. Lately sometimes I think about Osaka and Tokyo and Karuizawa and Disney till I start crying, don't know why. On a side note, I really hope Tokyo doesn't get struck by an earthquake (Big Bang) but it's predicted to happen somewhere soon in the next 20 years or something. Also, Ramen. And japanese curry. and hokkaido potatoes. There's this thing about Disney, the spirit. I love it so much, much much more than even my family or anyone else does. Like my brother always wants to go back to the hotel early when we're at disneyland. Or complains he's tired. So do my parents, they all aren't very excited. But I always stay till 10pm (closing time). Once i went to disneyland myself from 9 to 10 (full hours) without my family and WHOOSH i chionged all the rides and watched the parades and shows and did so much stuff i was so happy. And my feet actually hurt like crap (even though crap doesnt hurt. okay it hurt a LOT)  but i dont notice it and i dont care. i insist on running everywere and doing everything till closing time. everytime i leave disney on the last day i start tearing. can't bear to leave. just that my parents dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my parents like japan too.after all they stayed there for 8 years and they also seem to have some sort of attachment. like when they watch the tv, they'll talk about how the people changed along with them and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;btw, on another related random note, toontown online and maple. my parents kind of disapprove/not very happy when we play maple or one of those random online stuff, but when i play toontown it just seems..different. like my mum actually asks me if i want to subscribe/buy the game card for toontown and stuff. and there really is a difference of attitude regarding toontown. love it so much..reminds me of tokyo toontown. even the pavillion-like thing in toontown central (the game), looks exactly like the real one in the real toontown which i walk on and sit next too eating the mickey pizza or mickey ice cream.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe because I come from Japan and used to go to disneyland so often when I was young. (disneysea didn't exist then) Like when I step into Disneyland/sea, I feel this rush and like something faraway of me just came back. and it's really one of the happiest times I've ever felt all at once. Like even if I were to just sit somewhere in Disney on a bench or something I would feel really, really happy. It's the spirit of Disney, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to disneyland NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2512801924556948633?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2512801924556948633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2512801924556948633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2512801924556948633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2512801924556948633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7398298333494485641</id><published>2009-05-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:58:30.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahcheerupmickeymousebehappysmilemoreyoustillhaveloadstolivefor&lt;br /&gt;wonderful things to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;1) lampposts&lt;br /&gt;2) fantasia&lt;br /&gt;3) osaka&lt;br /&gt;4) tokyo&lt;br /&gt;5) london&lt;br /&gt;6) eating chocolate&lt;br /&gt;7) playing weiqi&lt;br /&gt;8) qiuping cup&lt;br /&gt;9) becoming a dan&lt;br /&gt;10) piano&lt;br /&gt;11) violin&lt;br /&gt;12) disneyland&lt;br /&gt;13) disneysea&lt;br /&gt;14) cardiac surgeon&lt;br /&gt;15) learning computer art stuff (i need help! photoshop, illustrator, flash, etc)&lt;br /&gt;16) end of exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah even if we're not going i guess the memories are still real precious stuff..and we should do our best for HALL ASSEMBLY (-.-) so that we will end OM on a good note and the seniors will leave om with great memories of our team&lt;br /&gt;actually hey if they told us before the auditions, this time, if you join OM, there won't be world finals. I'll still join, definitely, Just that now im depressed only because the sinking in of shock is too great. and weird, it only comes all of a sudden and i'll start crying then sometimes i'll be laughing about random stupid stuff like nothing happened. Never mind, after i get over the shock it'll be fine. Well we KNEW it would happen. (btw, im wondering why PRIMARY SCHOOL kids are getting to go)&lt;br /&gt;But hey the memories and the friends i made! They're priceless. Worth much more than the possible $20000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 the school saved. (the money was an exaggeration, obviously the trip isn't that expensive ._.) Also this year is super because there's even inter-team bonding. i think problem 3 div 3 just became like our team's best friend or something. and the whole of div 3 at least know each other so well i've never had such great friends and its really like a family, now i see what they mean. and i learnt from om that juniors can actually be really nice. I've never had such nice juniors before. WE LOVE D2P5 OMLETTES/KARL CHANDRA FANCLUB (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next time if i ever win the lottery or make it big one day i'll sponsor all rgs omers of 2009 on a group trip to US and thats why you should join the facebook group cos i'll have to announce it and i'll do it through fb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7398298333494485641?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7398298333494485641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7398298333494485641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7398298333494485641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7398298333494485641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahcheerupmickeymousebehappysmilemoreyou.html' title=''/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6765444901836842122</id><published>2009-05-07T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:57:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See? We aren't going to worlds because of swine flu, i knew something like this would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like 9/10 of my life sudden disappeared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6765444901836842122?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6765444901836842122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6765444901836842122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6765444901836842122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6765444901836842122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-we-arent-going-to-worlds-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5973710883654247283</id><published>2009-04-14T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:07:11.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>awesOMe! all the more i feel good after forcing myself to think so pessimistically for the last 3 days -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we heard about the invitation, we screamed like siao. then kristy went down to tell the other omers, and they screamed like 3 times as loud and long as us and the security guard came up to see if there was a murder or something. -.- glad the librarian didn't come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we love our junior team loads &lt;3333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5973710883654247283?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5973710883654247283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5973710883654247283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5973710883654247283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5973710883654247283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2905874048688655812</id><published>2009-04-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:59:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstitions</title><content type='html'>You know, I really feel like laughing, hard?&lt;br /&gt;As in, seriously. At how pessimistic I can get..lol. I don't think I've told this to many people, but much of my pessimism is always forced, like I'll force my brain to go "HEY MAN LOUSY YO STOP HOPING LAR HOPE FOR WHAT OBVIOUSLY THE MARGIN TOO BIG NO HOPE RIGHT? DONT BE STUPID" even though the other side of me is thinking like "actually there is a teeny bit of hope blablabla". Because I realised that the more I hope for something the less I get it. Ever heard of something about pessimists are good because they are either always right or they get a pleasnt surprise? I've been thinking that way even before I heard that saying...it just makes me feel good being so pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I really have to laugh at myself. I've been trying to hard to be pessimistic, I put in so much effort and really FORCE myself to think. I really don't know what im doing or thinking..but now i just find it so damn funny. like im so damn silly to force my self to be pssimistic..&lt;br /&gt;but really i just cant stop it, i have to continue like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the margin is more than 10, not like 2 or 3. and BAH this is uncanny resemblance to last year&lt;br /&gt;1) own full dress&lt;br /&gt;2)never get slammed&lt;br /&gt;3)couldnt change performance much&lt;br /&gt;4)everyone ego&lt;br /&gt;5)lose and get 2nd&lt;br /&gt;6)sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that this year was worse cos no spon champs and everyone was crying also. and what if i never get to feel what worlds is like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in everything i said is true, but i still have to laugh at my pessimistic attitude..its just so ridiculously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you tried to encourage me or say nice stuff but i replied with something annoyingly pessimistic. esp huimin. but i just cant stop forcing myself to think like that lol and it just makes me feeel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha im ridiculous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2905874048688655812?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2905874048688655812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2905874048688655812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2905874048688655812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2905874048688655812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/04/superstitions.html' title='Superstitions'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3024699093479333015</id><published>2009-04-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:06:27.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying to the max</title><content type='html'>Really, no one will understand except claw. It is an exact repetition of last year, just that now there's no spon champs too. And last year was still okay, because we were div 2 and we still had 2 more chances. But this year is just like last year, and now I have kind of gave up and I know next year will be like this year. I gave up hoping because I've never wanted something so badly and now I'll never get it. I dont know why its just us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity no one laughed at our intelligent jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and claw are officially now the only 2 seniors who wouldn't have gone to worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'll get there next year, it'll make me feel worse. Just like last year. Just like this year. And dont console me, it makes me cry and feel even more rotten. I feel good just thinking about nothing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I go to school tomorrow everyone's going to ask me how OM went, etc, etc, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, please dont console me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who came to watch us and cheered so loudly. I'll never forget that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3024699093479333015?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3024699093479333015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3024699093479333015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3024699093479333015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3024699093479333015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoying-to-max.html' title='annoying to the max'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7424598097944036161</id><published>2009-03-31T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:56:32.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300309</title><content type='html'>thank you so much everyone! i think it was one of my best birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you YL for card and cute squishy dice, Hilary and Yuqing for the beautiful kaleidoscope, Clarisse for the notebook which I wanted, JJ for card and mickey tape, Deepa for card and the crystal-ly dot dice and Ben for the SHOCK CANDY O:&lt;br /&gt;and THANK YOU SUPERSTITIOMS (kristy, srishti, claudia, huimin, etinne, cheryl foo) for that hilarious treasure hunt thing (LOL so difficult :P) and the ICE CREAM! yay i can eat icecream tomorow YES :D LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for birthday songs! (though they are rather embarrassing)&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn, Sharan and Hui Jie sang one for me out of nowhere in the canteen ._. and one more by YL, JJ, Clare and Deeps! and of course 315! my class sang bday song for me! so nice yeah and alot of ppl wished me happy bday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least my family! They got cake and stuff! and my grandmother ALWAYS remembers my birthday despite being old and supposedly forgetful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay THANKS SO MUCH EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7424598097944036161?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7424598097944036161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7424598097944036161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7424598097944036161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7424598097944036161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/300309.html' title='300309'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5333401922264155258</id><published>2009-03-16T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:38:56.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-rays</title><content type='html'>Today I went to KK to take an X-ray of my lungs/heart just to make sure that my heart wasn't too small or my lungs weren't compressing my airway or something. I was feeling rather scared because it was my first time taking an X-ray. Then when I went into the X-ray room I realised that the X-ray machine was covered with Mickey Mouses- I mean, Mickey Mice. Then there was this really silly Mickey staring right in my face, and I felt like laffing. Oh and I was still feeling quite scared because I wondered how to X-ray would be taken. Like I kept thinking that there'll suddenly be an enormous shockwave or something. But thankfully it wasn't, just got a bit of a shock when the machine started making weird noises all of a sudden. Silly Mickeys all over the X-ray machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5333401922264155258?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5333401922264155258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5333401922264155258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5333401922264155258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5333401922264155258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/x-rays.html' title='X-rays'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-608725496015200271</id><published>2009-03-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:00:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>OM sleepover was quite awesome. we did script and stuff and FAILED at harmonising though. Anyway for the first time in my life I got to try playing Wii! Too bad it was in B&amp;amp;W (Ahem) but was still super fun! Except I kept getting either last or 2nd last for the racing. And I also tried building cardhouses, but failed because 1)Srishti's cards are new and slippery 2)The wind from the fan kept blowing 3)Maybe I was just lousy. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I would love to build a gigantic cardhouse, like with different complicated structures, not just the normal trianglish-upwards one. (My record for that is 8 storeys..then ran out of cards -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here! Go enjoy yourselves everyone! (Rather ironic, because everyone's "holidays" are kind of spent either in school or doing work) We'll have OM everyday from 8 to 7 probably. Except for Sunday. I feel like complaining a bit. Teehee. But I shan't because when I go to JC, I'll probably miss OM a lot. And regret complaining. So I shall enjoy myself nao. So everyone try your best to enjoy RGS school life because things will probably be much harder(not just referring to schoolwork) in JC! I know I'll miss RG alot! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ms Leow was horrified at my spelling skills. That day Srishti was being a Neat Nelly as usual, and Ms Leow told her to get out and go home and she still kept picking up all the minute stuff and keeping them -.- Then Ms Leow said "GO! NOW!" Then I said "HURRY UP SHHRISTI! GO NAO! N-A-O!" And Ms Leow, being an Eng/Lit teacher got really horrified at this horrible spelling. Eu no dat ai ken spel veri wel? SiriusLee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Srishti joke yesterday. She was lazing around on some comfy black chair then Kristy said "Srishti get your ass here nao" (also because our script had some thing like this) Then someone else, can't remember who, was like "Srishti get your asses (S) here and leave the rihti behind" Omg so funny. Do you get it? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were trying to do spontaneous, and Kristy said "The problem is to name types of birds" Then I wasn't listening because I was too busy clearing my sore throat, and it got worse, so I said "Shucks" And then after that Claudia started to get into some laffing fit because she thought I said Sharks was a type of bird. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would one shape say to another?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The circle asked a shape, Why are you so famous? And the shape said, "Because I'm a star." Then there was this deadpan silence for about a minute, and out of the blue Srishti suddenly started snorting and laughing. SLOW, YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!!!!" &lt;---not a joke. Just a random inside joke. Which is still a joke, but never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-608725496015200271?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/608725496015200271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=608725496015200271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/608725496015200271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/608725496015200271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6531444956761468561</id><published>2009-03-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:14:39.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English baboon tan</title><content type='html'>Lol on friday English was so funny..everyone was restless and we got scolded (that's not funny btw -.-) then Mr angullia decided to stop teaching early and play game instead. so he called 3 people to go up to the front. I think it was Sherry wenyuan and pris. the game is like, they are supposed to be certain people, but we cannot tell them who, and they ask yes-no questions till they guess correctly. then mr angullia asked for suggestions on who they should be, so i whispered to him "mr angullia" then he said something like "PSH NO LA!" but then he really wrote "Mr Angullia" on top of wenyuan's head on the board. Haha. and sherry was garfield and pris was madonna. and wenyuan couldn't guess who she was. and she asked questions like "am i male or female" and "am I a singer" then she still couldn't guess. Then in desperation she started to ask silly questions, including "AM I ANNOYING?" and she asked it twice. everyone was laffing then mr angullia finally said "If you know who it is, you wouldn't dare to ask" then everyone screamed at him for being too obvious. and everyone waited for wenyuan to say the answer. but when she opened her mouth she was like "DON'T TELL ME IM SUPPOSED TO BE RAIN?" -.- and finally when sherry got her answer wenyuan turned around to see who she was then she burst into this fit of laughter and was rolling on the floor -.-&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went up. mr angullia wrote something on top of my head which caused a gigantic uproar. so i was thinking what could cause such an uproar and to confirm my doubts i asked "isit a person in rgs" and then on my 2nd turn i guessed correctly, causing another uproar. guess who? mrs sherlie tan!! o: (purposely spelt wrongly so that if she tries searching her name my blog doesnt appear under search -.-) haha, im psychic. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6531444956761468561?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6531444956761468561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6531444956761468561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6531444956761468561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6531444956761468561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/english-baboon-tan.html' title='English baboon tan'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-510979553564058189</id><published>2009-03-06T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:37:48.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>founders' day</title><content type='html'>firstly, today we were really angry with pastamania for being veryvery late (about 45min or 1h late) and we didnt get to eat dinner at all because by the time they came, it was 615 and we had founders' day. but that wasn't the worst part. the worst part was that all the principals and ppl were awaiting the guest of honour or other guests of less honour in the foyer, and we were so afraid the pastamania would come at the same time as the GOH -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;founders' day was really really awesome, especially with the good idea of having it at night. I think mr lim boon tat(uh oh hope this doesnt appear in searches -.-) did a really good job. And the performers and everyone involved like AVPA and the other teachers planning. If you actually stay back like us OMers or something, you can tell they work really hard because they're always having rehearsals, and even if they're not they are always around the amphi planning stuff. Even though were cooped up at the 3rd floor and stuff and wouldn't make much diff anyway, I was really hoping it wouldn't rain because if it did, most of their plans would be spoilt and it would be really disappointing for them after their hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember last year's speech day when I was supposed to present the GOH art gift or something, then I had to go for the rehearsals and stuff, and mr lim was i think the only one who really thanked me. He thanked me after the rehearsals and the day itself, and he was really nice. and sincere. (i can rmbr feeling really extra and stuff bcos onstage the emcees always only thank mrs hoo and the goh and i'll be left standing awkwardly) oh and today after founders day i was walking out when there was this mr lim-like person in the dark who seemed to be waving rather weirdly at me. ok apparently it was him. i think it's nice that he actually bothers to say hi and come to talk to students even though its like not very near. and he doesnt even teach me or something. you know when we always get scolded for not not greeting teachers? but ironically when i greet certain teachers rather nicely they completely ignore you even if they heard you. i think if i ever become a teacher or something like that i must remember this. he totally doesn't act like he's of higher status than students but because of this it makes him more respectable i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, i finished almost the whole pizza and my mum and bro are getting a shock with my mum going "why you eat so much at once" and my bro screaming something with a mixture of "fatty fat" and "pig" or something -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-510979553564058189?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/510979553564058189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=510979553564058189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/510979553564058189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/510979553564058189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/founders-day.html' title='founders&apos; day'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8353880984059707495</id><published>2009-03-05T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:26:56.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o:</title><content type='html'>I WANT LUDOVICO EINAUDI PRIMAVERA SHEET MUSIC FOR PIANO. (and maybe violin, if i don't manage to play the fast parts by ear). RAWR I CANT FIND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, yesterday stayed up till 4 to do math pt. rather, today morning. and kim didnt even sleep at all because she was editing the report. errghhh. and got this weird cramp in my left leg yesterday morning, and since then it feels like theres a metal block stuck in my leg which i badly want to pull out. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want primavera scoresheet. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I badly want Lee Chang Ho's autograph. He is weiqi NINE DAN like one of the best in the world, and he's in SINGAPORE NOW. in fact I will see him at the Ing Cup this sat, but he'll be too busy playing all day. and the whole place will probably be so crowded wif ppl and reporters you probably wont see anything anyway. I have 6 of his books and I want to get book 6 signed. NAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8353880984059707495?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8353880984059707495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8353880984059707495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8353880984059707495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8353880984059707495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/o.html' title='o:'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8474030412012509123</id><published>2009-03-02T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:09:27.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>the medicine lied. on top of its normal effects, it is apparently supposed to make you feel more awake. but I have discovered a trend that when I drink it, I become really sleepy for the rest of the day instead, and I know it's due to the medicine because it's not the normal type of sleepy but the weird peace-lightheaded-funny-sleepy feeling. spent most of sat and sun woozing about feeling real sleepy and couldnt really study, and i kept collapsing onto the sofa and sleeping and sleeping -.- thanks to the liar medicine. Fine it works for my father. But it just destroyed my exams. (There was a worse time when I took the REAL sleeping medicine by accident the day before history last year, and I fell asleep at 6pm and didnt wake up till the next day and almost didnt study at all for history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i keep getting a weird feeling that im physically partitioned from the world, like as if im outside of myself. and i keep getting weird headaches, kindof. like part of myself is missing. as in i'm not mentally unstable just this really strange physical feeling of lightheadedness and everything, and i keep getting this sudden rushes of idontknowwhat and i will suddenly feel like blacking out. and i keep feeling like uh collapsing onto the floor and stay where i am and sleep or something. must be the asthma getting to me. GO AWAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had exams. urrgghh. didn't have time to colour the fish symbol on the cover page in bio ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and HT decided to go eat and go to borders. we were walking then we saw the bus. then both of us shouted "BUS!!! BUS!!" then started running like mad. o.o then the bus didnt want to stop for us even tho we were reaching. then we started screaming like mad desperados and the old ladies at the bus stop were staring at us. then laoshi came and gave his usual smirk and was like in chinese "couldnt catch the bus eh" then we continued groaning. ok then we went to kfc. then found borders. i LOVE the astronomy books. i started hyperventilating. (i stopped before i got the numb feeling thank goodness) oh then on the way back in the bus there were 12 other ppl whom we kind of knew. then xinyuan was standing alone somewhere in the middle of the bus. the rest of us congregated in the middle of the bus (the bendy area) then we realised that we passed the rgs stop and not a single one of the 14 of us had pressed the bell. then everyone got flustered and xinyuan did a rude handsign right in the middle where she was standing at us, and the ppl on the bus all stared at her LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to UE as usual for piano. was having terrible headache and airway feeling rather weird. the weather keeps changing these days. (at least theres rainbows) then saw ben and kevin. and ELAINE. -.- oh yeah, wonder how ben knew i was in pastamania. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kevin called me a mushroom or something. *proceeds to smack kevin the blockhead repeatedly till he bounces up and down like a mushroom* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8474030412012509123?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8474030412012509123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8474030412012509123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8474030412012509123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8474030412012509123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-888482126249870256</id><published>2009-02-28T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:25:12.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I CANT RELAX!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-888482126249870256?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/888482126249870256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=888482126249870256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/888482126249870256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/888482126249870256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_28.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7354829861380965025</id><published>2009-02-27T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:42:20.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS AWESOME! there was a talk by prof Jocelyn Bell-Burnell the really great lady in astronomy who made discoveries about the pulsar! And I got her autograph on my physics textbook heehee and also got a pic with her along with rebecca J and jinghan! rebecca was hyperventilating from the excitement LOL like it's not everyday you get to meet this super cool prof and talk to her and get her autograph and take pic! woohoo astronomy rocks! and haha great thing i happened to have my physics book for her to sign. rebecca and jinghan only had bio book lol ("You all only bring BIO BOOK? No one bring physics textbook??" *spies my physics textbook emerging* "AHA! SMART GIRLLL!" -mr singh (i think))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaah, so happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7354829861380965025?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7354829861380965025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7354829861380965025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7354829861380965025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7354829861380965025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome.html' title='AWESOME'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1243690124649814689</id><published>2009-02-26T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:50:32.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>so scaryy. (pls skip this chunk if you wish, im just ranting out my frustration)&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, this is also to assure the ppl who saw me today that i am Not suffering from hypothermia or whatever its called in bio ._.)&lt;br /&gt;Cos today the whole day i felt chest tight then i was waiting at the foyer, then i was breathing  a bit harder than normal. and if a person starts breathing too fast/too hard it is hyperventilation and then your carbon dioxide level will drop and you will get lightheadedness and tingling and numbness and this sensation that you are uhh outside yourself? i get this quite often, but its usually quite mild. but today i wasnt even breathing THAT hard or anything, just a bit more than normal. then after i stopped then the tingling and numbness came rushing in and it just got worse and worse. then this numbness usually is only around like your arm or leg or something but it kept spreading, basically till my whole self felt really weird. like the numb tingling spread to my chest and made it much tighter. and the numbness/tingling made my left hand(my writing hand) really really stiff till i couldn't move it. and i panicked. thus i started hyperventilating even more. i was like so freaking scared, really. like now i find myself stupid to worry but at that time it was really like so scary cos my whole self kept tightening and especially the fact that my hand could barely move o.O&lt;br /&gt;then the doctor just told me the usual stuff that i already knew. then he told me that theres a diff between breathlessness and this hyperventilation thing. if you have breathlessness, use the ventolin inhaler. if you have hyperventilation, breathe in a plastic bag so that you get more carbon dioxide. but what? like i breathe too hard BECAUSE my chest is tight and i am breathless. so its both. ._. and i asked him, how long will it take for my asthma to get better? then he was, "Uhh..................it depends on different people.........like maybe.......uhh....when you &lt;em&gt;get older &lt;/em&gt;gradually it will get better.." what?! that sounds like years ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway despite this asthma thing which has persisted for more than a month yeah im irritated but i learnt that many people around me are like so nice to me. and im really sorry to my seatmates cos i think i have been moaning quite alot sometimes. and yeah my class is really awesome. and like my OM team today. and mr angullia who has been nice about everything. and also ben because i think i rant alot on msn about stuff and he doesnt seem to get tired of it o.O and even so he doesnt show it and he listens so yeah everyone is like so nice i feel so guilty .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrummf. im missing my SAM trip to go see the doctor. wonder what i missed out on o.O&lt;br /&gt;and you know bio notes always have the fish on the top left hand corner? I LOVE IT SO MUCH! i love taking my colored pens and colouring the fish and colouring its teeth rainbow colour LOL so fun so fun i feel like duplicating a whole lot of those fishies and colouring them ALL Different colours!! Fishieeeeeeee i love you!!!!!!!! (okay im going nuts. good bye!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1243690124649814689?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1243690124649814689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1243690124649814689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1243690124649814689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1243690124649814689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2447135643552807913</id><published>2009-02-24T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:57:20.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( :( :</title><content type='html'>#1 lol today me and wenyuan and yiwye went to stand outside class to chill out from the aircon then we leaned against the corridor railing looking like some spy society or maybe suicidal ppl ._. then mr J toh came along then we pretended not to see him but he said "Good Afternoon" rather merrily. then we replied and wenyuan tried to bow to him but cos she was facing the wrong way, she did this BODY WAVE thing like without even turning around to face the other side -.-&lt;br /&gt;then alot of teachers passed by, then we couldn't stop thinking of the body wave thing -.- then Mr A passed by and asked what we doing outside so i told him rather seriously that we were reflecting about our mistakes then he got a shock and thought we were sent out of class or something o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 we started doing OM spon in the back of the library. the question was to make some original animal with the stuff so we made this random looking alien thingy with pipe cleaners and styrofoam bowl and cup and 3 rubber bands for eyes. then the 4 of us were like sitting in a circle facing it thinking of responses so were looking kind of serious. then after that the other 3 (chery kristy srishti) came along and saw us like staring at the random thing in the middle then they said we looked like we were performing some ritual and worshipping the random thing LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;we had PE which was hilarious coz of the throwing 8 balls at once thing ._. then all of them would fly into the air then everyone would start screaming -.- and then abt one block later had chem prac. i felt so depressed about it coz i couldnt even identify any of the gases. in fact, i couldnt even identify AMMONIA even when i know i smelt all of them like real strong O.O isnt it supposed to feel piercing or something. and i forgot all about the limewater test. i practically FAILED it. (ooh theres a pun. [CHEM] PRACTICALly failed.) and the smoke/whatever smoke-smelling gases all entered my airway and i spent the next hour coughing at random times. i felt so POLLUTED like some pollution cloud. RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yay, today my airway was hardly tight. yesterday for some reason i felt really cold during assembly and since my airway was already tight i kept breathing in alot of cold air which made it even worse o.O why wont my asthma go away?? and the doctor doesnt even give stuff which help. or maybe its just that nothing much can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rather incoherent. i feel like eating chocolate chip cookies. i really feel like eating cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2447135643552807913?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2447135643552807913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2447135643552807913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2447135643552807913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2447135643552807913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html' title=':( :( :'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-212970787971933916</id><published>2009-02-20T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:17:55.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPER</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;today i was late for assembly so i ran there then the place we sat was not very ventilated so i started to feel dizzy and faint and breathless again, so after awhile i took 2 blue inhaler puff. then i continued being very tired for the next 2 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;then at about 12.30, i suddenly started to feel these surges of adrenaline rush which wouldnt stop coming, and i got the feeling that i could run around the whole school nonstop for the rest of the day. then i kind of went insane and started jumping around in class (thankfully mr A wasn't like teaching with his powerpoint or something, just randomly calling groups up one after another). Then I started yelling now and then and hyperventilating. big whoop. then I seriously couldn't stop and the adrenaline kept rushing in, so i was half-walking-running at the back of the class. then i tried to force myself to sit still but i just kept wriggling and felt like jumping right out and shooting off to the moon, then i was squealing like a noisy mouse or something. Then Mr A called our group then I was like, hopping and skipping everywhere like some crazy helicopter. i think everyone thinks im siao. Not again.&lt;br /&gt;I highly suspect the culprit is The Inhaler. You remember the apple incident? When I went a bit (rather, alot) nuts and started yelling and laffing for two whole days about one stupid apple which isn't even funny now? Yeah about 2 hours also before I saw the apple i also took my inhaler, but this time worse because it was 2 blue and 2 orange (the strong one). Then the adrenaline kind of kept rushing in for the next one/two days. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try my b est to avoid my inhaler even if it means feeling like fainting. It'll be terrible if suddenly during my exam i jump up and start running round the school and yelling like a chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-212970787971933916?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/212970787971933916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=212970787971933916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/212970787971933916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/212970787971933916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/hyper.html' title='HYPER'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2202139838825091760</id><published>2009-02-18T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:28:14.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloop</title><content type='html'>yay blogging is actually quite fun pluz it'll be cool to come back here years later to read my secondary school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had math and chinese test. actually the tests which im really scared of are those essay tests. like SS. im really glad i didnt take lit and im really really glad i didnt take history. (as in, not that they aren't nice, just that i have a phobia for humanities) but i have geog. im scared of maps, actually. and what irritates me most about geog is that PICTURE ANIMATION with the cracks in the clif. whenever i see cracks in a cliff/wall/rock i feel really squealy and eeky inside. like eek, a crack. or when i go to the beach and sit on the cliff i also saw cracks- okay nvm my stomach is kind of fluttering now so i shall change the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yay i have jap test tomorrow (that was sacarstic) im scared of jap too. whoah luckily no compo rah. but i havent studied. have to study now.&lt;br /&gt;and we're annoyed. we waited and waited and finally the school gives us our fan for OM, and someone has to come along and steal our fan. okay find maybe its not very fair to say steal. the point is, it disappeared. (but frankly speaking, does a fan walk off by itself?) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah over the weekends i slept and rested alot, so on monday i felt fine. but after i went for om for 1 and half hours (unknowingly that long) the asthma kind of came back. and the next day too, was quite bad after om, then after that stopped awhile, then at 5+ was the worst. but at least i dont feel like the weird dizzy-lightheaded-breathless-outside of myself feeling after assembly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at assembly mr A was doing his usual habit again, putting both hands just below the hips somewhat like an rgs girl trying to push down her belt kind of look. then dr sakhar came along looking like a teddy bear as usual (actually he doesnt but one time someone pointed to him and asked me if he was supposed to be the teacher who looked like a teddybear so i had the impression he was a teddy bear even though the teddy bear teacher has left already) and then took one look at mr A then he stood in front of him and copied him and gave a very annoying mocking face ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no SS is next week D: i missed 2 ss lessons and when i came back, the next lesson was the relief teacher and she didnt teach anything at all, just talked to individual ppl about their essays and today missed another ss lesson cos today SA day no lessons. AND OMG MUST REMEMBER TO HAND UP MY FA TOMORO rawr  i'll probably forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2202139838825091760?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2202139838825091760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2202139838825091760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2202139838825091760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2202139838825091760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/bloop.html' title='bloop'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6633803813060379058</id><published>2009-02-05T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:09:28.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple</title><content type='html'>like what on earth, today i woke up the first thing i thot of was the damn apple. then i started laffing like siao. i think im high on the inhalers cos ytd i took 4 at one go, 2 of which was the strong one. today also. maybe thats why. i hope im not going siao. i really hope not.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to sch for OM and sap. OM team just kept telling me im siao. then laffed some more till chest hurt. then went to canteen and met FT so i passed the mc to him, and he had to ask what happen, so i had to tell him about the damn apple, then i think he also thot i was siao, and he tried to (almost) whack me on the head with the flimsy MC. i think everyone thinks im siao now. including myself. im scared. btw that day we made our FT cry. cos we too crazy. at first he put both hands on his hips as usual and said "I wonder why I chose to be a teacher" and then someone said "We wonder too!" and he got ._." then that wasnt it. after that someone in the middle started laffing about something random then the whole class started laffing and didnt stop just for the sake of annoying our FT. then he started half-laffing half-giving desperate look then he kept turning his back and wiping his eyes. then he went to hide behind the teachers table for quite long. then he finally emerged and was all like "YOU ALL MAKE ME CRY OK" that day was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;i think im not going 3rd lang tmr but got no MC liao. only last for today. shd haf asked the doc write for tomorrow also. big sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, more ppl telling me im weird AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;but actually im trying not to care cuz too bad nvm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6633803813060379058?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6633803813060379058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6633803813060379058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6633803813060379058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6633803813060379058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/apple.html' title='apple'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-4597438448529508312</id><published>2009-02-04T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:49:42.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>just went to the doc regarding asthma. I SHOULDNT HAVE GONE TO SEE THE DOC. you know why? cos i went there. then after he was done i went to sit on this chair against the wall while my father asked him something. &lt;em&gt;then, i spotted the weighing scale. &lt;/em&gt;ON IT WAS A PIC OF THIS DAMN FUNNY HILARIOUS IRRITATING ANNOYING STUPID APPLE WHICH WAS SQUISHED BY A MEASURING TAPE. IT WAS SO IRRITATING LOOKING. then i started laffing. then cos my chair was against the wall, everytime i laffed my whole body would shake and the chair would hit repeatedly and rhythmically against the wall. then i couldnt stop laffing like mad at the stupid, damn funny, hilarious, bizarre, totally weird and annoying and irritating apple with the measuring tape. then this nurse came in, then she looked weirdly at me. i think she thot i came to see the doctor cos i was like feeling mentally unstable or something. then i continued laffing at the stupid apple. then i didnt stop laffing till we reached NTUC. then i went on the escalator/travellator. there was this guy with goldenish shaved hair with someone else in front of me. then like i didnt notice at first. then suddenly i got a shock cos i think it was dr slatter. then cos the whole week i feel like collapsing i thot i was hallucinating so bad till TEACHERS were like appearing in my way. but then after that i saw him another 2 more times. plus last time i think i also saw him at the macs near there. so i think its him. i hope he didnt see me cos it was a bit rude of me not to say hi (i thought he was like a fake thought or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i reached home i remembered the apple and started laffing again. im still laffing even though like 3 hours have passed. i hope i stop cos its just making my airways tighter -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-4597438448529508312?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/4597438448529508312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=4597438448529508312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4597438448529508312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4597438448529508312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7174665310169941346</id><published>2009-01-27T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:07:17.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Lol today went to grandma's house and all the cousins and aunties were there. Then we went to visit my grandma's brother's family, and about 17 of us went at once. so we went up the lift all at once, and reached the 2nd floor. and then there were like 3 apartments there, then my uncle went to the first one he saw and he thought it was the correct house, and all of us were like behind him. Then he looked in and said "AY! HAPPYY NEW YEAR!!" then apparently it was the wrong house -.-then there was this extremely shocked guy inside who was lost for words, and he was staring at the whole bunch of 17 of us like he thought we were some rioters or something -.- then he still couldnt regain his speech to say happy new year back so he just waved as we left. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7174665310169941346?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7174665310169941346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7174665310169941346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7174665310169941346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7174665310169941346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3458455531388981966</id><published>2009-01-20T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:19:36.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy OBS</title><content type='html'>Hihipuffies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure I extremely hated the OBS experience. But somehow I come back with the thought that I had lots of fun. Unusual, but im glad I found it fun. (Actually im sure i didnt, but why am i thinking that now??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept falling sick during OBS but obviously they didnt let me go home (im kinda glad now that the didnt) and also i kept crying because i felt sick. Lol. plus no proper food so i kept getting hungry and sicker. then somone brought me to sze juey on wed when i was real sick. then he said i was dehydrated and dint drink enuff and eat enuff. lol the water so stagnant and food only got biscuit plus my appetite is twice that of a normal person of course sick la -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the backpack(About 20kg and walk and trek with it for so long)  gave me a very very bad muscleache. its still sprained or smething. sometimes like now when i move i feel a big twitch at my shoulder, and i keep thinking someone tapped me. so scary. eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i kind of liked kayaking. i hav ereverse motion sickness. when im not really doing anything i feel nausea. then when i go kayaking or take boat i become ok. then when i stop i feel sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think one thing good is that i grew to like my watch alot. and our buddy watch and our instructors and buddy watch instructor. Boo and CJ. yay maybe thats why i come back thinking obs was actually fun. come to think of it actually it kind of was. like the activities except for tracking were fun. what i hated was the toilet facilities and water and food facilities (or the lack) and also falling sick. i think mostly falling sick. so it isnt really obs's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i came back from obs i got more sick. lol. got headache and couldnt go OM (i think my senior was kind of angry with me cos i didnt inform earlier =( sorry) agh and i still feel very tired these days. teehee i shouldnt be here. teehee. bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3458455531388981966?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3458455531388981966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3458455531388981966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3458455531388981966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3458455531388981966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/01/puffy-obs.html' title='Puffy OBS'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-348078456684932997</id><published>2009-01-05T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:39:08.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Whoo today is quite a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to decide when to sign up for lifeskills, so i asked some of my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Luxna which day did you sign up for lifeskills?&lt;br /&gt;Luxna: Monday. The May one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: MAY? WHO'S MAY? *picture of msmaytan flashes through my brain*&lt;br /&gt;Luxna: I mean, in May. Like, the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maggie which day you sign up for lifeskills? You signed up with Luxna right? The one in May?&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Huh? Who's May? ('-')&lt;br /&gt;Me: MAY! Like, in May, June..&lt;br /&gt;*picture of June Song and May flash through Maggie's brain*&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised that May Tay was standing next to Maggie and she had this ridiculous look on her face (*-*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous may business -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this year alot of ppl including me were complaining about new class and stuffs. But then I realised that stuff could be worse, like, I had this vision of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that somewhere in some heavenly place then there are shelves for each of the people, then there is a shelf for me which says "Things which will happen to Liting" and then there are boxes on the shelf. so there are the really nice labels on the boxes like "Liting will have friends" and "Liting will get her other paper plane book" and "Liting will get a nice dream tonight" and boxes like that. Then maybe there are the boxes which have not so nice stuff on them. do not feel like elaborating..could be anything. Then I imagine this nice heavenly being or God or someone coming along and sees the NSN (Not So Nice) box, and says "Oh dear!" and then he/she removes the box and replaces it with something not as bad. So whenever I kind of feel complainey i imagine that what happening now is the Not As Bad Box and that things could have been worse with the NSN Box. So i feel quite happy. ;P funny imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-348078456684932997?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/348078456684932997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=348078456684932997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/348078456684932997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/348078456684932997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6412782440263832008</id><published>2009-01-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:15:15.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY GOT MY ADOBE PACKAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;it has photoshop, illustrator, flash, fireworks, acrobat reader, and cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*did i mention i don't know how to work any of them at all?? like i tried to search tutorial but all that appeared was stuff like masking and noaferivhjndfghi-duno-whats? do they not spare a thought for computer illiterates? -.- I still rmbr in primary school the teacher liked to make fun of me in front of the whole class because i couldnt get the stuff right. i TRIED okay! annoying! the point is, i want a proper tutorial -.- maybe i'll try googling again -.- and the CD which says "Learning" is a fake. it just advertises some online stuff. either that maybe im so illiterate i can't even find the proper thing there. nvm i'l figure out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping back to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i love Japan so much! It is like our home! Since my parents stayed there for eight years and i come from osaka! my parents say, compared to london, they feel much more at home. like when they watch the tv shows again, it's still the same stuff and the same ppl and they kinda all age together and stuff. stuff like that. and i love disney resort just so so much! &gt;.&lt; you can't understand how much i love it! even if i don't take any rides and just sit on a bench of disneyland i just feel so so happy! i've never felt so happy in my whole life! (i think im going to cry now) my brother and parents don't seem to enjoy it as much as i do though. they always want to go back to the hotel early and stuff but even though my feet hurt so much i just want to stay there to the max till it closes at 10! i love it so much! and in 2008 we went to disneyland/sea together for total 2 days. then on the 3rd day i went all by myself and surprisingly i took a whole lot of rides, much more than usual! considering the fact that i don't get to use my mum's fastpass! here are the stuff i took: astro blasters, microadventure, star tours, space mountain, starjets, splash mountain x2, alice in wonderland, peter pan, horse carousel, small world &lt;3, goofy's gag coaster, big thunder mountain, mickey mouse revue, country bear theatre, and i watched THREE parades :D and i got to eat icecream and tortilla bread and corn soup and eat at hungry bear restaurant! i also bought a squeaky glove and 2 packets of cookies for mie friend and a cute notebook! it was really a blast of a time! you wouldn't understand how happy i was!&lt;br /&gt;Then disneysea was so fun too. it rained the whole day at disneysea. (unusual for tokyo at this part of the year) but you know what? because of that, people did not want to take the 360 degrees ride, raging spirits so the queue was unusually short, so my brother and i took the ride 5 times in a row! must have been a record for us, cos the queue was only 5min long! (uh usually about 30min[morning] or can be 2 hours)&lt;br /&gt;and i love mermaid's lagoon so much! so bubbly and kiddy! and also journey to the center of the earth! i love thrill rides ahh just so fun i can take them again and again =D and i went to take the snail thingy and the flounder's coaster. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;i went to disneyland when i was about 2 or 3. after that i dont really remember. then my parents brought me again when i was P4. i was so happy because disneyland and sea was just like what my dreams had always been! i had always imagined such wonderful places and always thought of starting something like that when i grew up, and here i was! it was just so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i imagine you must be a bit bored now. i think im crying now. im just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. back to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;you know how annoyed i am with myself? i still cannot beat the 5ks on kgs. im stuck at 6k. you know how annoying that is? i usually lose to the 5ks by like 2 points or so. but mostly i win 6k and below from massacring(how to spell) them. in my opinion that isn't very good because it's only based on luck. i need a teacher. i know i need a teacher to tell me once and for all what to do. but then again, i dont know. im getting confused. i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;how to go for SWA lessons? you tell me? here is my schedule&lt;br /&gt;mon: piano, violin&lt;br /&gt;tues: artclub/weiqi (if i get to take as meritstar)&lt;br /&gt;wed: sposed to be free but will have OM&lt;br /&gt;thurs: SAP&lt;br /&gt;fri: jap class&lt;br /&gt;sat: free? but im an rgs girl who isnt a genius so i need to study?&lt;br /&gt;sun: *see above* plus taking taekwondo soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually i can quit piano, violin, SAP, jap, not take taekwondo, and not to choose OM. then what will i have? six free afternoons+nights. but so what? that's what everyone does, quit everything because they have no time to study. i know if i do that i will regret when i grow up. i'll rather do the stuff i want to do right now, because when i grow up it'll be too late. judging by the world i'll be exremely busy when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if i manage to get weiqi as meritstar then i will have a teacher! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;pluz im glad i found out about KGS. before that i only played yahoo go, which is kinda...can't beat kgs. oh and s'pore room has many familiar ppl. like i saw fchengxuan  who i played against in whompoa. and apparently caleb2 is tzejin. and nubcake (lol) is hongyou. last time hongyou had an account called hongyou so i went to disturb him and say his full name "HELLO TAN HONG YOU" (hello isn't part of his name btw '-') oh and caleb actually talked to me a few times lol and even told me his chi name but i dint recognize it. lol. and dedaki is the guy i played with in whompoa cup. lol. oh and we played 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5 and 13x13. when the 2x2 appeared i started laffing cos it was just one silly square and it looked so ridiculous LOL kianboon thought it was a virus. then i couldnt stop laffing at the 2x2. plus it was recurring, which made it even sillier. and kgs lectures are useful. the problem is the audibility. why cant they just make it louder -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love walt disney. such a great man. i'm really happy he didn't sell his company to that money machine. i wish i could meet him in person. but he's left this world already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6412782440263832008?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6412782440263832008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6412782440263832008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6412782440263832008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6412782440263832008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2009/01/fine.html' title='Fine'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8329204769582597733</id><published>2008-11-26T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:37:42.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to convey the message to Yvonne about this microbiology quiz thing, which ended up quite mutated (haha mutant virus) to become something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT: HI&lt;br /&gt;LT MR DE SOUZA ASK YOU IF&lt;br /&gt;LT: HELLO?? YOU THERE?? YOU LAZY BUM GET HERE NAO&lt;br /&gt;LT: N-A-O NAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(about 10million years later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;LT: MR DE SOUZA ASK YOU IF&lt;br /&gt;(naughty brainwave)&lt;br /&gt;LT: He asks if you wana learn ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun watching the results.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went even more crazy, like JJ forwarded her email about microbiology quiz to Yvonne before that, then about hours later then Mr D asked me to tell Yvonne, so Yvonne said something like he was psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Mr De Souza is psychic&lt;br /&gt;LT: OH YOU MEAN HE ASKED YOU TO GO FOR BALLET CLASS THEN ACTUALLY DEEP INSIDE YOURSELF YOU ALSO WANTED TO LEARN BALLET? SO HE'S PSYCHIC? BECAUSE HE KNEW YOU WANTED TO LEARN BALLET??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laffing. Then after that JJ kept saying "Well.." and "Oh well" when I was talking to her about some stuff, then whenever she typed the word "Well" I would burst into giggles, and especially when they were in capital letters it was the worst. like "OHWELLS" nearly made me fall off my chair. It's such a funny word, don't you agree?? Like what do wells have to do with being well? and well sounds rather bloaty and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8329204769582597733?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8329204769582597733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8329204769582597733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8329204769582597733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8329204769582597733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/11/ballet.html' title='Ballet'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7036971805413546073</id><published>2008-11-17T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:07:21.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>1. almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;2. my mum o_o&lt;br /&gt;3. i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;4. yvonne&lt;br /&gt;5. lanqiao&lt;br /&gt;6. myself&lt;br /&gt;7. ummm ah jody&lt;br /&gt;8. ayako&lt;br /&gt;9. someone who likes rubbishing&lt;br /&gt;10. selene&lt;br /&gt;11. yan ling.&lt;br /&gt;12. my soft toy dog&lt;br /&gt;13. mr bean. he SEEMS like one because he IS one.&lt;br /&gt;14. THE BIMB&lt;br /&gt;15. my bro&lt;br /&gt;16. a grown up&lt;br /&gt;17. a child&lt;br /&gt;18. lanabel&lt;br /&gt;19. the one-legged man&lt;br /&gt;20. ...everyone around me all day complain complain, not unique at all&lt;br /&gt;21. s-type? silly? siying&lt;br /&gt;22. m-type? meek? peixuan&lt;br /&gt;23. that irritating person&lt;br /&gt;24. *****&lt;br /&gt;25. lanabel =P&lt;br /&gt;26. -.- soft toy&lt;br /&gt;27. pizza heart&lt;br /&gt;28. myself&lt;br /&gt;29. a prune&lt;br /&gt;30. Hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7036971805413546073?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7036971805413546073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7036971805413546073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7036971805413546073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7036971805413546073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-9005090352856573441</id><published>2008-11-12T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:26:47.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>My brother is either very evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR VERY SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet no one's little brother is as sweet as him.&lt;br /&gt;today he came back with this little notebook thing and really cute lovely stickers. then i asked him what was it then he said it was some competition and he won so he was allowed to choose from a variety of stuff. then i looked closely and realised the notebook was like all pinky girly and had the gigantic word PRINCESS on it and a cute bear. then my brother said he purposely chose that one because he knew i would love the notebook and cute stickers and he said i could have them!!! WHEE I LOVE MY BROTHER LOADS MUACKS &lt;33 i feel really princessy now for some reason &lt;3333333 COS MY BROTHER IS THE PRINCE HEEHEE &lt;3333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-9005090352856573441?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/9005090352856573441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=9005090352856573441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9005090352856573441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9005090352856573441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/11/princess.html' title='PRINCESS'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6485468485878646520</id><published>2008-11-01T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:04:26.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>ahh i love 2008 D: half my rgs life is gone liaos and 209 is also going to be dispersed like flower seeds ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i dont want to forget anyone i want to remember!!&lt;br /&gt;i must write down the whole class list and all the random ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xynyee(with the big grin and controversial theories)&lt;br /&gt;pris(POO)&lt;br /&gt;gracetan(omg her antics with the ice cream and her funny laff)&lt;br /&gt;gracekong(smarty duke)&lt;br /&gt;denise(tweets in kukup!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peixuan(distraught duck)&lt;br /&gt;siying(math duck)&lt;br /&gt;christabel(DING DONG)&lt;br /&gt;stephanie(LAME)&lt;br /&gt;Huiting(flappy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine(WHEE)&lt;br /&gt;Dionne(cao ji LAME but cannot bLAME her)&lt;br /&gt;Sherilyn(Horn jacket)&lt;br /&gt;Huimin(SAME HERRREE)&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi(her catchphrase: "He/She looks gross/disgusting! This is gross! I cannot stand it!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aofei(WHOOOOOOOOOOO aoFEI)&lt;br /&gt;keinin(ChicKeN)&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne(zen me BAN)&lt;br /&gt;Rachael(HOW NOW BROWN COW)&lt;br /&gt;Jody(SNAIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha(WHEE SAM!)&lt;br /&gt;Shawna(funny screams)&lt;br /&gt;Yingxin(Yingx! ACP person!)&lt;br /&gt;Joy(JOYFUL!)&lt;br /&gt;Jingjie(complainey JJ!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiyin(balice)&lt;br /&gt;Zhiwen(arty fingerprint)&lt;br /&gt;Jodi(netball cookie)&lt;br /&gt;Sarah(hidden bimbo!)&lt;br /&gt;Victoria(THE VIC THE VIC!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tang lao shi and her...moral values&lt;br /&gt;mr ho and his fatherly talks&lt;br /&gt;mr mizar and his annoying smirks&lt;br /&gt;mrs kohby and her unfinished circles ._.&lt;br /&gt;mr evans for actually making me feel intelligent&lt;br /&gt;OM teachers ms cheong ms lee mr tee mr LPL mr thio ms maytan ms leow etcetcetcetctetceetecet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wOMderful OM team&lt;br /&gt;lydia ruby shelley egoh sarah claudia TONG RH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my SAMC team!&lt;br /&gt;huiyi dionne denise jj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crystal growing team!&lt;br /&gt;dharani krystal clarissechu amelia ban yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111'07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violin teacher ms michiko!&lt;br /&gt;new piano teacher mr popov! (omg "dont use too much pedal or your piece will feel very fat")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay thank you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6485468485878646520?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6485468485878646520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6485468485878646520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6485468485878646520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6485468485878646520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/11/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3660751879372098426</id><published>2008-11-01T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:50:00.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>net corn</title><content type='html'>net corn was so fun! i wish we had more of these stuff in like midyear, not just all crammed at the end. but oof the netball crashed headon (rather thumb on) into my thumb vertically such that the joint got jammed or whatever you call it, so i was like pulling and pulling for 2 hours, but there was still this weird feeling. i asked 2 science nerds jj and yvonne whether you should use ice. both said hot water would help.&lt;br /&gt;then i asked some normal people. they said ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the general office to see if there were ppl to ask. sitting at the counter was mr lim cp and this mr mizar. so i asked mr lim, he said ice. O_O the science nerds said hot water (we thought that ice would contract the bone and return it to the original position anyway)&lt;br /&gt;after that steph and angie came into the GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angie: if you sprain your thumb you should keep pulling it, like so that-&lt;br /&gt;Mr lim: NO! you dont pull it! you leave it alone! or it'll get worse!&lt;br /&gt;me: i was pulling it for the last two hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that he continued saying something like "Is your thumb mobile?" then he started moving his own thumb back and forth rapidly. I had this great urge to say with 209's spirit, "No, my thumb is not a phone. It's a finger." but i resisted it.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Since it can move it should be ok then just leave it alone. but if it hurts you should suck your thumb like a little kid. it will help."&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mizar continued smirking. I was horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3660751879372098426?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3660751879372098426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3660751879372098426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3660751879372098426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3660751879372098426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/11/net-corn.html' title='net corn'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7053923477849364205</id><published>2008-10-23T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:04:55.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACP</title><content type='html'>okay acp wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. maybe it was because of the audience at the front row. they laughed at almost everything. =P&lt;br /&gt;our last performance was the best. all the sec 1s and everyone had left because it was like judging period. except the sec3s in the front row stayed. im glad they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Mr Lau and Mr DeSouza came in with this big grin. Then they helped themselves confidently to a seat. rather, 2 seats.&lt;br /&gt;someone from 209: ooh the judges are here! hi judges! take a seat!&lt;br /&gt;me: o.o they are the judges? (then why that day Mr lau didnt know acp was going on o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they started the performance for the "judges" to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, the real judges walked in. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our play is really, really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouse ze dong. it suddenly popped into my head that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lau kept covering his face and groaning throughout the whole performance. he seemed to find it extremely LAME. but you cannot bLAME us cos its a natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our food was all eaten up even though we cooked alot. when the judges arrived there was no more left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7053923477849364205?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7053923477849364205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7053923477849364205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7053923477849364205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7053923477849364205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/10/acp.html' title='ACP'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-4222522972668733956</id><published>2008-10-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:38:44.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping mafia</title><content type='html'>today i brought my violin to sch. then last min tenthirtyve then decide to go for the shopping thing.. so lugged my violin along. then after that saw a toy axe. its what my bro has dreamt of for ages. so i bought it, and carried it along with my violin.&lt;br /&gt;then vic and co started commenting on how i looked like one of those mafia, with machine gun hidden in violin case coupled with that gigantic axe. i lugged it everywhere. should have just gone back later to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to take mrt to raffles place. i was carrying the stuff. im really glad they didnt read the mrt announcement about "if you see any suspicious looking persons or items, please approach our staff or call 999"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-4222522972668733956?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/4222522972668733956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=4222522972668733956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4222522972668733956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4222522972668733956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-mafia.html' title='shopping mafia'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-4076364129924790335</id><published>2008-10-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:07:14.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Oct</title><content type='html'>paper checking!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like it. not like all of you moaning about your marks or something (fyi, i didn't exactly do very well but nvm).&lt;br /&gt;i cnnot stand the air of paper checking. everytime theres major paper checking like mid year and eoys i dread the stuffy hall and kschee. how is anyone supposed to breathe?! actually it happens to me everyday at morning assembly, but it wasnt as bad. but YESTERDAY the whole day stuck in the kschee and hall seemed to have triggered off some sort of breathing problem. i breathed really hard but still became really breathless and my airway felt really tight. you see, it was totally the exam's fault. the problem hasn't even gone away. it was just as bad at morning assembly today. it made me feel..woozy after trying to breathe too hard. boo tired then yesterday i came home and woozed around and slept then i forgot to eat dinner then i only remembered at 10 oclock but of course no mroe dinner so i became very sad =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-4076364129924790335?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/4076364129924790335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=4076364129924790335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4076364129924790335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4076364129924790335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/10/15-oct.html' title='15 Oct'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-918807284596105593</id><published>2008-10-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:54:58.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffs</title><content type='html'>oh i realised i have been unconsciously repeating same titles. like i was just thinking "hmm what shall my title be. ahh. stuffs" then the word stuffs is already under autocomplete nvm stuffs is a nice word. it basically sums up your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning everyone was ranting about merger and separation. Yay for Toon Is Mail!! i like toon is mail because he was nice to singapore. yay toontoontoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during morning assembly i finally found mr mizar. i argued with him for awhile about the underlying reason for merger. then i was going to ask my next question when he started running off then i was screaming "HEY I STILL GOT ONE MORE QUESTION" then he pranced off saying something about "ay, i need to move my car" so i went off hmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr desouz popped up behind. more ppl to irritate!&lt;br /&gt;mr d: oi why yesterday you need mr asmizars phone number&lt;br /&gt;me: i need to know the underlying reason for merger that links the factors together.&lt;br /&gt;mr d: hmf even if i have i cannot tell you what&lt;br /&gt;me: why&lt;br /&gt;mr d: personal info&lt;br /&gt;mr d: anyway why you ask only one day b4 your exam&lt;br /&gt;me: (irritating silly tone) cos i only study one day before my exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay success. he rolled his eyes and went tsk tsk and tut-tutting, then walked off in exasperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even MORE PEOPLE TO IRRITATE!&lt;br /&gt;mr lim PL yay the whole class annoyed him. there was some corny stuff at the start about lee kuan yew or something and something to do with our math paper being better than a history paper.&lt;br /&gt;mr lim kept trying to shock us la. like it was silent then he suddenly shrieked something about "YOU HAVE TEN MORE MINUTES!" then i sort of jumped in my chair or something EVIL la! then continued stressing us out with his "you have five final last minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;then at the end of the paper quite a number of ppl didnt write name. they asked if they could write.&lt;br /&gt;Mr lim: Why all nvr write name? what did mr ho say that day? huh?&lt;br /&gt;shiyin: He said ask permission to write name&lt;br /&gt;Mr lim: NOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but OHNOES EVIL HE TOOK MY PRECIOUS COWRECTION TAPE AWAY AND REFUSED TO RETURN TO ME!! ;_; SOME MORE I ASK HIM TWICE VERY NICELY BUT THEN HE SAID "NO" AND MARCHED OFF INTO HIS STAFFROOM hmph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-918807284596105593?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/918807284596105593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=918807284596105593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/918807284596105593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/918807284596105593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuffs.html' title='stuffs'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8313793403922451958</id><published>2008-10-07T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:38:18.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILLY</title><content type='html'>omg some super lame thing from an email i got -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:   Maria, go to the map and find North America ..&lt;br /&gt;MARIA:      Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS:        Maria.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt; JOHN:         You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'&lt;br /&gt;GLENN:       K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;GLENN:       Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________ ____________&lt;br /&gt; TEACHER:  Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD:     H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD:     Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WINNIE:     Me!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;GLEN:        Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:    Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I.'&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE:     I is..&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:    No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.'&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE:          All right.....  'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'   &lt;br /&gt; ______________ ___________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:   George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS:     Because George still had the axe in his hand.   ______________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:  Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SIMON:      No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________ &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:   Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE :      No, sir.  It's the same dog.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:     Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD:       A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8313793403922451958?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8313793403922451958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8313793403922451958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8313793403922451958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8313793403922451958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly.html' title='SILLY'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-513271687332586649</id><published>2008-10-06T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:18:25.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lit</title><content type='html'>Lol the lit questions, both of them, were exactly the same as what i predicted =.= abit obvious right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the corridor b4 lit exam, then me and lanqiao start hollering about giving christmas trees during halloween and pigs during christmas and something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: DURING CHINESE NEW YEAR-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly mr mizar sauntered by with a gigantic smirk. "The quality of mercy is not strained. " he said very smugly. then he sauntered off. what was that about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday 20min b4 philo elaine was reading her philo notes. i realised mr ang k.l. was loitering outside our classroom. first he came in from the back door, took a casual look around, then sauntered out. then he loitered there for a while, came in again by the front door and tried to disturb some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ang: oi, elaine, doing last minute work eh?&lt;br /&gt;elaine: not last minute what, still got 20minutes.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr ang noticed i was looking at him suspiciously. he gave this funny chinese-like grin and did a weird fancy wave at me. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard 5 minutes b4 philo paper was over he burst into the classroom looking for aidi, then he was told that they were having a paper. he didnt go out. he started strutting round the class or something. hehe funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-513271687332586649?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/513271687332586649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=513271687332586649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/513271687332586649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/513271687332586649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/10/lit.html' title='lit'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1882014674214701726</id><published>2008-09-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:58:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHA!</title><content type='html'>AHA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARISSE CHU THE POK THE MOOSE! YAY! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A KIND AND NICE GOOD FRIEND! I HAVE PROOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having a gathering of some sort and i rented rollerblades, then suddenly i realised the time was going to be up soon and it was quite dark and the place to return the blades were far away. i asked some ppl if they could go with me. they refused and wanted to stay there and eat their fried rice (i dont blame them, i mean who would want to come and return the thing with me when its far and dark)&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN CLARISSE CHU OFFERED TO GO AND RETURN WITH ME!! SO NICE RIGHT!! I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT!! THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD FRIEND!! I APPRECIATE IT ALOT!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1882014674214701726?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1882014674214701726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1882014674214701726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1882014674214701726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1882014674214701726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/aha.html' title='AHA!'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6296870994032383500</id><published>2008-09-29T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:54:48.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1</title><content type='html'>F1 is cool.&lt;br /&gt;i passed by the real thing. it was damn noisy. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds were..different. way different from the tv. it was noisier, bigger, better. the sound of the cars seemed to tug at some memory. i cant remember what. it was wonderful yet sad. it still puzzles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the fact that the steering wheel is removable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fast sports. like rollerblading, which is way better than walking and running. F1 is the coolest. 300kmph. i want to be an f1 driver when i grow up. sadly that is obviously not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never been a fan of F1. i dont think i really will be, like i dont follow the stuff that happens, i dont really idolise any particular F1 driver or something. i just love the sports itself alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xynyee: ya and then lewis hamilton punched the 3rd place guy and they sprayed beer on each other, and the 1st place guy was lonely cos no one played with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: duh he was lonely, his name was ALONE-so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6296870994032383500?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6296870994032383500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6296870994032383500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6296870994032383500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6296870994032383500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1.html' title='F1'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-639073007077245982</id><published>2008-09-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:55:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mla</title><content type='html'>i tell you sundial dreams is probably the most legendary song that ever existed. -_- i think at least 10 ppl have asked for title before. including the general office person. and some of which are ppl i dont know at all.&lt;br /&gt;now its the lady at the counter at mandeville. =P cos on my first piano lesson my teacher ask me to play some stuff cos i told him i could play abit. so i played sundial dreams. then when i went for my 2nd lesson last wk he said the lady at the counter wanted the score. o_o&lt;br /&gt;yay im trying to play my grade 8 violin exam piece piano part. it has a weird name. Mit Leidenschaftlichem Ausdruck. the piano part is 8 pages long. im on the 3rd page nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has happened recently. I sincerely hope things go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-639073007077245982?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/639073007077245982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=639073007077245982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/639073007077245982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/639073007077245982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/mla.html' title='mla'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-9022584891675903822</id><published>2008-09-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:53:53.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>i tell you mary (sim) is very very nice!&lt;br /&gt;yes like she was guai and finished all her jap revision stuff earlier than us and got all the right answers from sensei, and now she volunteered to scan/type in the answers and sent to all of us! how kind!!! yay for mary!!&lt;br /&gt;mary's mum is nice too. she offers to send me home. and she lets me eat bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my stomach hurts now. im very hungry. i did eat dinner you know. i get hungry really easily. so now my stomach hurts. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-9022584891675903822?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/9022584891675903822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=9022584891675903822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9022584891675903822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9022584891675903822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3642156465627539933</id><published>2008-09-19T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:59:25.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rollerblading</title><content type='html'>most of the time i go rollerblade in the carpark only. it is dark and um.. carry. car-ry. nvm. the point is, im thinking how nice it would be if i could go out and whee rollerblade anywhere i take myself to. like my house is actually at the top of a modernised hill, as in its as high as a hill and stuff, but theres a road and stuff. so it would be nice to rollerblade free-fall all the way down then when it comes to the road i do this whopper jump and whee jump over all the vehicles then continue rollerblading. or rollerblading on the way to school will be fun too. like its all windy and cool in the morning, and what better to do than to go rollerblade?? sounds too good for words. maybe i'll try it one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3642156465627539933?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3642156465627539933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3642156465627539933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3642156465627539933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3642156465627539933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/rollerblading.html' title='rollerblading'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7579749983250076204</id><published>2008-09-13T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T04:39:43.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speach day</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;my seat was splat at the corner on the right, next to xiner and the heads and vice heads. i reached early so i was like sitting there, and an alumni person was sitting in front, then a teacher came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumni Person: Ai, here nobody else sitting, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: *looks at me* You can talk to her! Vice-head prefect, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o so ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i was supposed to reach at 9. i reached there at 7.45 (and i thought i was late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr lim came along and told me that the 2 seats behind me were for a ministers bodyguards, and he said he was going to paste stickers there, and he told me to tell any teacher who sits there to er, go sit somewhere else ._.&lt;br /&gt;then after that 2 chinese teachers came along, and one of them sat there. i didn't realise at first. then i realised. so i told him that he couldnt sit there. then he sighed and said something like “不听老人言， 吃亏在眼前" and he moved one seat to the left. OMG he implying i is the lao ren izit?! O_O super funny la he -.- some more during prize presentation he was secretly marking papers. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure what was wrong with my presentation of thingy but ppl seemed to think so. like after presenting the GOH and mrs hoo were going like "you go first, no you  go first" so obviously i was supposed to go down after them so i patiently stood there waiting, and ppl interpreted it as i dint know what to do or i was awkward or something. zzz dot. i realised im quite problematic at this sort of thing. oh and also. jj: "you know you very funny la, go there with the painting, the frame the colour so greyish doesnt match, then the person so fat and everything" bleh. yeah. you told me last time it was yan hua liao luan already. o.o pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got reception, hung around with the pit ushers and copied the way they were standing and told them i could be an usher too o.o then went to eat alot, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessas speech made me sad because she just reminded me that we are getting old and stuff, which means that soon we'll leave school, and soon we'll get a job and everything. argh. cant imagine that sort of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7579749983250076204?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7579749983250076204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7579749983250076204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7579749983250076204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7579749983250076204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/speach-day.html' title='speach day'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3667419196398276587</id><published>2008-09-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:59:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speach day (PEACH)</title><content type='html'>sPEACH day rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;monday: the prize winners got cooped up in the ks chee for two hours and werent allowed to do anything like read, so they basically didnt do anything. poor prize winners. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the first hour slowly walking to find mr wong and my artist statement, then waiting for the teacher in the kschee to finish doing her stuffs so i could um book a seat?&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the hall during the first two problematic hours and happily lazed around. some pits came along and we started reading MOV. that cheng lynn kept HOOTING to the strings' music. -_-&lt;br /&gt;then i made blunders with my goh gift presentation and everyone looked kinda annoyed including mrs hoo cos like they said&lt;br /&gt;1. i held my painting upside down&lt;br /&gt;2. i never smile&lt;br /&gt;3. i never stand straight&lt;br /&gt;4. i never stand in the middle of the light&lt;br /&gt;5. when the fake GOH walk down in front of me i never see if 'he' fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super problematic. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so they redid that part. i felt very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was quite ok. the rehearsal wasnt too bad on the whole not counting my part, which was probably the worst of everything. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, wednesday, there was sposed to be another rehearsal. i went to the hall with yvonne and we were sort of early. that yvonne. man she threw the paper plane from the gallery down and it landed in some mass of wires so i went to pull it out. then we went out and yvonne threw it again and it landed on the bottim LEDGE. dono how to explain. basically we were looking down and trying to reach with&lt;br /&gt;1. my weiqi book&lt;br /&gt;2. my abit bigger MOV&lt;br /&gt;3. my bigger jap txtbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to sweep it down. then the mr lim.b.t. teacher passed by and took a look and gave this really funny look of distate.&lt;br /&gt;then i hung around some more in the hall but nothing really happened, so i dragged a chair to the side and read my weiqi book while they were still trying to load the stuff (and prize winner stuck in kschee again)&lt;br /&gt;so i slouched there and read till 4 and they had not started, so i had to go for jap. mr ng was nice and he said i could go even though i said if he needed a rehearsal i could stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after jap i took a lift from mary. mary's mum is nice too. she gave me a banana. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3667419196398276587?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3667419196398276587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3667419196398276587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3667419196398276587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3667419196398276587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/speach-day-peach.html' title='speach day (PEACH)'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8881139254630573500</id><published>2008-09-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:47:33.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffs</title><content type='html'>i realise that many people I know are quitting stuff and other enrichments, or refusing to take up any, because they say they have no time and need to study.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, why are we shunning these things just solely to create more time? i mean like, this is possibly the only time when you can go all out and learn new stuff like piano, and take part in competitions and learn loads of new stuffs and experiences and you give them up just to study.&lt;br /&gt;Like in my opinion my life is going to be made up of more stuff and colour and studying is not my only motive in life. you always have the weekends to study. im going to do my best and study when im free and hopefully study enough to do okay in exams, and from now on, my life is going to be full of good stuff and im going to live to the max! yeaha! i love my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8881139254630573500?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8881139254630573500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8881139254630573500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8881139254630573500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8881139254630573500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuffs.html' title='stuffs'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2048309895446484070</id><published>2008-08-31T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:43:25.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:o</title><content type='html'>violin exam over! :o i dont feel relieved but sort of feel abit sad. cos like thats the end of grade 8? and my violin teacher is leaving to japan for good. ._.&lt;br /&gt;i got the worse thing you could get in sight reading, which is 5 flats. obviously it didnt go um, very well. then aural didnt go, um, very well either, okay, fine, it went terribly badly!! NUUU!! i got my cadences wrong and all the stuff wrong and stuff. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw sarah. first her brother and mother were waving to me, but as usual, i couldnt recognise ppl, so i thot they were waving at someone else, so i ignored them. :o then her mother came over and tapped me and said sarah was hiding behind the mcdonalds pillar or something, then i was trying to think of reasons why sarah suddenly became so unfriendly, and in the end she got dragged out by her mum and she was wearing this cute hairband and  earrings and this frilly skirt or something and looking pretty :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2048309895446484070?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2048309895446484070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2048309895446484070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2048309895446484070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2048309895446484070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/o_31.html' title=':o'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2922259549378525017</id><published>2008-08-31T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:37:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:o</title><content type='html'>learning from experience :o&lt;br /&gt;do not go play basketball like even during PE cos you will get muscle ache and realise you cannot play violin properly the day before your exam :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, do not practice too much till the tip of your fingers become pain and realise you cannot play violin properly the day before your exam :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUUUUUUUUU!!! MY SIGHT-READING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im worried!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2922259549378525017?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2922259549378525017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2922259549378525017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2922259549378525017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2922259549378525017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/o.html' title=':o'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1527778900454318230</id><published>2008-08-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:32:21.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIHI</title><content type='html'>hihipuffies!!&lt;br /&gt;exams just finished. nao theres the eng PT due on wed yay thanks HT for doing all the photoshoppy stuff! and the irritating math pt -_- oo today there was the irritating history (okay, not as irritating as some others) but yesterday cannot study at all cos of the er... Masagos Cup And National Day Pesta Sukan 13x13 Competition? like o.o they merged 3 competitions. it took up the whole of yesterday. i brought my lucky elephant along. it gave me some luck. i won the same number of games as qiuping. yinyi and xingzhi also won the same number of games. we also got the same team prize. 3rd. zzz. there were medals for top 8 individual. i went to check the results and i forgot to bring my elefant along. i realised i got 9th. Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1527778900454318230?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1527778900454318230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1527778900454318230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1527778900454318230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1527778900454318230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/hihi.html' title='HIHI'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6360667534365631278</id><published>2008-08-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:55:50.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puffy</title><content type='html'>hihipuffies!!&lt;br /&gt;in case youre wondering why you got called a puffy by me some time or other, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about one year ago, I was playing maple story and saw a person called hihipuffyy.&lt;br /&gt;I repeated the name happily over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, last tuesday, I thought of hihipuffyy. From then on, i say hihipuffy to about everyone i meet. Except the teachers. I tried to CORNtrol myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o today had masterclass at 8.30 pm. I think they went by grade so I was the last. (It's abt 10.30 now I just came home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i know MIChael phelp's KEY to success......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIC KEY mouse clubhouse!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (if you dont get it, er, nvm )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6360667534365631278?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6360667534365631278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6360667534365631278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6360667534365631278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6360667534365631278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/puffy.html' title='puffy'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7432848977604382851</id><published>2008-08-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:41:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.o</title><content type='html'>reminder to self: SUBJ COMBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o i realised im really not the thinking kind of person. I enjoy the topic of science much more than languages and thinking stuff like that. I like physical facts and technical stuff. For example for geog, I only like physical geog. no human geog. thats the problem so now im stuck. still i'll probably take geog, since the human geog in upp sec is more of current affairs. BEST OF ALL, THERE IS A FAIR SHARE OF PHYS GEOG IN SEC3 LIKE SEA CAVES OMG RACHAEL WAS TELLING ME FROM HER SENIOR ABOUT THE SEA CAVES AND OTHER TOPICS AND z0mg i could feel my heart like whooshing to the top of the world with excitement ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7432848977604382851?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7432848977604382851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7432848977604382851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7432848977604382851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7432848977604382851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/oo_12.html' title='o.o'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5493644846570574979</id><published>2008-08-11T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:29:18.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing 2008</title><content type='html'>What do you call pigs whose names are Olympe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5493644846570574979?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5493644846570574979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5493644846570574979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5493644846570574979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5493644846570574979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-2008.html' title='Beijing 2008'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1740722104847700869</id><published>2008-08-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:13:29.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.o</title><content type='html'>Annoying. Suddenly theres this fat rush of incidents flying in from somewhere and blasting me all at once and it's very Annoying. This time I'm not referring to the fake annoying that I use but I'm referring to the real Annoying, Annoying, Irritating, whatever you call it. Theres that incident, That incident, THat incident, THAt incident AND THAT incident. like omg o.o there's a limit to he number of blows a person can take at once o.o today I really felt like going boxing. I had to resist the urge whenever I saw a window because I kept wanting to box my fist through the glass and smash the windows. Irritating. Still maybe I'm luckier than some people. Hmm shant elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mum's and shawna's birthday! Yay! we sang a birthday song for shawna the pwincess. Yay. then during recess, nice steph reminded me to buy the present for mie mum, so i went to the bookshop to find a nice notebook. I met Joy, who seemed to be looking for something. Apparently se was looking for Socks, but there were none. Her socks were mismatched and one of them was very painful or something. Poor Joy. Anyway, I went to the notebook section and started searching but couldn't find any nice one, then Joy came and offered to help. So nice. Anyway, she found a quite nice-looking and reasonable one, so I bought it and in the end my mum seemed quite pleased with it, thanks to Joy's wonderful discovery. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay thanks so much for everything today, especially Elaine and AF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boom to the building-blower. Annoying. Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1740722104847700869?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1740722104847700869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1740722104847700869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1740722104847700869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1740722104847700869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/oo.html' title='o.o'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8066442165342705036</id><published>2008-08-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:29:57.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weiqi</title><content type='html'>z0mg to the national day rap-song fusion....can disco with raffles tie...at least it wakes ppl up in the morning ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always had this idea about weiqi. firstly you could play weiqi with mentos and button-shaped chocolate. then if you ate your opponent you could pick up the thingy and eat. and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;second idea is Giant Weiqi. like, everyone gets into fighter planes, and drops their weiqi stones onto a giant weiqi board from the sky. When you eat a big pile, you zoom your fighter plane down and boom the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3rd idea is Swimming Weiqi. you know swimming pools have those tiles and lines, with intersections, like a weiqi board? Yay. you play underwater weiqi with giant stones, and you swim around trying to see where connects to where and stuff. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yay shall go blading in the carpark tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8066442165342705036?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8066442165342705036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8066442165342705036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8066442165342705036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8066442165342705036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/08/weiqi.html' title='weiqi'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3922007646129814209</id><published>2008-07-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:07:33.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helloe</title><content type='html'>helloe.&lt;br /&gt;today was quite a normal day. anyway mr mizar brought his secondary school report book to school, apparently to inspire people with all his failed math tests and the A1 at the end o.o mr mizar is funny. -_-" during english, there were more corns..uhh..dont feel corny right now, shant bother to corntinue elaborating -.- math uhh math files again zzz kinnari was very upset about something, which i shall not elaborate here too, and she was very very disappointed -.- and science, as usual i had no one to sit with cos our class had 31 ppl actually ahem it wasnt like that at first but well anyways doesnt actually matter cos we spend most of the time doing experiments in the lab, and joy and siying are very nice and they dont leave me out and stuff like that, i feel really grateful for that because not everyone can be so nice. well maybe they didnt do anything special or stuff, but they make me feel good, so i'm really grateful to them for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you dionne for swapping the handing in of math file with me cos i didnt do my content pages and file indices yet. thank you so much you are very nice despite the fact that your singing is annoying :D okay you know i didnt mean it was literally annoying. i can imagine what dionne will say if she sees this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne: I'm not Very Nice, I'm Dionne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i hung around with voony pok and vivian pok. it's been quite long since ive had such a nice afternoon, and they sort of made me think of 111. i miss the 111 spirit. anyway we ate and ate and ate and talked and talked and talked and went doing nonsense stuff and more stuff, then we went to board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for jap. CJ went for swimathon i think, so no one sat next to me for the jap convos and stuff, and eunice came to sit next to me, which in my opinion is very nice of her to do so. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, as usual for wednesdays, i took a lift from mary's car. thank you mary and mary's mother :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the bus stop, my father came to fetch me. thank you pa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i reached home, my mum happened to cook something i had been thinking of the whole day. THANK YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, you could say I'm happier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to_odles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3922007646129814209?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3922007646129814209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3922007646129814209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3922007646129814209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3922007646129814209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/helloe.html' title='helloe'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5179368319005457169</id><published>2008-07-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:46:31.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geoggy</title><content type='html'>is it true the geoggy next year and sec4 has almost no physical geog? ._. i like mostly physical geog only and sciences. i dont exactly like thinking topics like language and lit and stuff like that. actually im neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho just popped by for basketball ihg and stayed cos richardson has one person short. HA. i was the short one. Ha. that was nut funny. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5179368319005457169?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5179368319005457169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5179368319005457169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5179368319005457169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5179368319005457169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/geoggy.html' title='geoggy'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5378997274294246302</id><published>2008-07-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:01:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoooooooooooooosh</title><content type='html'>i am scared of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew such horrible worlds could lie within. Is my mind that troubled? Well maybe it is, somewhere inside. People dream of stuff like, um, stephanie eating chocolate goo, or dream of finding 50 cent coins under a tree, and pure nonsense yet the most normal things you could ever dream of, but why do I have recurring dreams of getting chased. lost. stuck somewhere. black sky. i dream of people dying. the world coming to an end (the sky was full of lightning and there was this terrible storm and chaos). wars. floods. some of them do not make sense at all, but they creep me out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never remembered a single good dream, even when i dreamt of amusement parks, they are deserted, and spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, as everything has a bright side, i could say my terrible dreams make me an extremely grateful person.&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that grateful people will be happy people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5378997274294246302?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5378997274294246302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5378997274294246302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5378997274294246302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5378997274294246302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoooooooooooooosh.html' title='whoooooooooooooosh'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-4333395366175269956</id><published>2008-07-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:09:51.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Reasons NOT to Rollerblade in the Carpark</title><content type='html'>1. It is after all, a CARpark, which is a dangerous place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are cockroaches, which may give you a rude shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is the green-eyed cat, which gives you an even greater shock when you blade round the corner and the first thing you see is the cat, and you scream and almost blade over its tail and it screeches too even though you didn't exactly rollerblade over its tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It is dark, and certain parts are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are mozzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You may shock people when they get out of their car and the first thing they see is you whooshing towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your little brother loves to get on his bicycle and cycle the opposite way from you, and you meet him all of a sudden because you rollerblade in a circle around the basement lift landing. He cackles and thinks he's the scariest event that ever occured since the pencil was invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You go blading happily, then there is a horrible terrible screeching noise, and you skid and crash into a car, which is thankfully, not moving. You turn behind to see the culprit, which you unfortnately smashed into smithereens while blading over it. It is a glass chip, rather the remains. You stare in horror at the glass powder you have created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.There could be occurences of cats meowing pitifully on the gigantic pipe at the carpark ceiling. (It DID happen, and we got a ladder to pull it down, for more details corntact me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I still Rollerblade in the Carpark&lt;br /&gt;1. The floor is smooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-4333395366175269956?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/4333395366175269956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=4333395366175269956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4333395366175269956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4333395366175269956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-reasons-not-to-rollerblade-in-carpark.html' title='9 Reasons NOT to Rollerblade in the Carpark'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3345401017339688737</id><published>2008-07-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:01:27.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORN</title><content type='html'>CORNs are popping up everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, yesterday was ihg badminton. super fun :D i wish i could play badminton more often. PE badminton module super fun got so many ppl to play with. yay richard had the most ppl we got FIRST for cdiv!!! not sure about b div. left early. i helped to play 2 bdiv games cos there were only 2 sec 4s. -_-" badmintonbadminton i love badminton so fun ._. i want play badminton .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. kind of sad. i want play badminton. now nobody play with me already, badminton module over .__. and i have to wait one more year for ihg badminton .__. BADMINTON  I WANT PLAY BADMINTON!! .__."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxna is a crazy nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie currently holds the record for being tricked by me 33 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3345401017339688737?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3345401017339688737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3345401017339688737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3345401017339688737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3345401017339688737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/corn_24.html' title='CORN'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3720394820036883096</id><published>2008-07-21T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:30:29.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Lee Voon, What's your name?</title><content type='html'>omg. laura and rebecca are funny, couldnt stop laffing throughout. especially at "So, Lee Voon, What's your name?" OMG!!! FUNNY!!! 111 '07 is the best!! me and deeps and lux took lots of annoyin photos, like got one called 3 mushrooms, another one is egyptian dance then also have the and then i died and more annoying stuffies. didnt get to eat roti prata. deeps kept talking about food appreciation. i think she fulfilled her wish without us in the end and went with clarisse chu. the one looked nice but it had beef so i dint eat it of course. hmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i was angry with my brother because he snatched the megaphone from me while i was talking, and it scratched my face abit and he apologised very sacarstically and ignored me after that. i was very very annoyed because he was already very annoying that day as usual. then i tried not to be angry and tried not to dislike him, then i tried to think about how good he actually was, like how he cooked for me when i was sick and how he selflessly gave me lots of stuff that cost more than a bomb on maple story like hula hoop and stuff, and the moment he bought a red whip equipment worth 1million he insisted on lending it to me to try it, and how he always looked out for food to buy for me when he goes shopping with my mum and sometimes bought nothing for himself, how he would rush to pick up my music scores when they fly away halfway when i'm playing the violin and stuff, then i thought about how the night before i dreamt he died, this is the third dream i have about that, please, those dreams are damn scary. then i cried and cried and became really sad, but at least i wasnt angry at him anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3720394820036883096?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3720394820036883096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3720394820036883096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3720394820036883096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3720394820036883096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-lee-voon-whats-your-name.html' title='So, Lee Voon, What&apos;s your name?'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5207944565872224680</id><published>2008-07-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:40:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Funniest Analogies collected by high school teachers</title><content type='html'>1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5207944565872224680?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5207944565872224680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5207944565872224680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5207944565872224680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5207944565872224680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/25-funniest-analogies-collected-by-high.html' title='25 Funniest Analogies collected by high school teachers'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3140138665938974553</id><published>2008-07-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:11:47.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffs</title><content type='html'>worrying about history pt and my history list -.- i think i sort of know what to do now i feel abit better after talking to more ppl -.- clever JJ makes me worry alot cos shes so efficient and stuff and can even worry about writing Too Much -.- a worry that i'll never get in a lifetime -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and naughty mr m i z a r did not reply my mail about number of entries and stuff. hmf. must be busy watching football, think we don't know =P and rawr tomorrow need go school for an ONLINE survey o.o so inflexible since its online we go there do for what might as well do at home -_-" this really makes me wonder -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was trying to do rubiks cube just now. i think i sort of get it. Yay. except anything that involves B or B' messes my head and the cube greatly. Gmail talk gets stuck every 2 seconds and remains stuck for 2 minutes. Nice chuck sent me the extra info part 3 thingo so i think my question has been answered, after a very long time including fish and apples and stuffs. Un-nice chuck spammed the ANNOYING FACE ~.~ dunno how many times on purpose. kay fine i admit i shouldnt have dared someone to do that annoying face but hello i thot he hated the face too ~.~ fine enuff about the annoying face since the first time i saw it it has been driving me nuts. Nuts. why is everything reminding me of Food? first Fish gets brought into the picture when we are talking about cubes. i do not see the connection. then got apple then somemore got ppl name called Gum one -.- then the word com look like corn la. back to the topic of corns. Dot to corns.sigh. Cornputer. not again. better stop. and better stop doing the face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry again. Rawr. RAWR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must memorise the algorithms for rubiks cube soon and how on earth am i going to teach my brother? i suddenly remembered why i am even learning in the first place and the answer is to teach my bro -.- what do i do? ask him memorise the Nonsense i memorise too? O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3140138665938974553?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3140138665938974553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3140138665938974553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3140138665938974553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3140138665938974553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuffs.html' title='stuffs'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-375832614741071544</id><published>2008-07-14T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:54:14.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in sooth i do know why i am so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-375832614741071544?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/375832614741071544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=375832614741071544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/375832614741071544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/375832614741071544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-sooth-i-do-know-why-i-am-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3519946928594103316</id><published>2008-07-11T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:22:44.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to be happy</title><content type='html'>Jap Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ: Yeahaha. Ha. Haha. heh. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;me: What on earth are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;CJ: Ha. haha. I'm trying to force myself to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;me: O.O&lt;br /&gt;CJ: I read somewhere that if you force yourself to laugh, your brain will think you're happy, and so you will be happy. Ha. haha. Yeaha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;me: Ha.&lt;br /&gt;CJ: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha. yeahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o it sort of worked because we suddenly started laffing and couldnt stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3519946928594103316?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3519946928594103316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3519946928594103316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3519946928594103316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3519946928594103316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-be-happy.html' title='how to be happy'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1381705960938886320</id><published>2008-07-09T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:31:23.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKYU</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Mrs Jonathan-Tan Hai Nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR RETURNING MY WALLET. I HAD LOADS OF IMPORTANT STUFF IN THE WALLET AND I LOVE THE WALLET ITSELF. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAVING MY DAY. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1381705960938886320?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1381705960938886320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1381705960938886320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1381705960938886320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1381705960938886320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/thankyu.html' title='THANKYU'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-9122520464100745471</id><published>2008-07-09T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:24:59.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORN</title><content type='html'>YL CORNpiled our corny stuff into a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a CORN in RGS. She loved learning Macro-CORNcepts and History, because she liked to CORNpare and CORNtrast. One day, she went for assembly. The CORNgress members talked about CORNtemplating choices of head prefects. It went home to CORNsider. In the end, it played its Xbox game CORNsole. It played and it lost. It was very sad so her mom CORNforted it. And then she was CORNtent. Then she realised that CORNtent came with CORNtext. It was really happy so it switched on the airCORN and cooked CORN soup. She poured the soup into a CORNcave bowl, then it was CORNfused about CORNcave and CORNvex. Suddenly, her mother CORNmanded CORNplete CORNtrol of her. She found the CORNmand CORNplex and so she CORNfronted her mother to repeat and explain. The CORN decided to go on a Mega Movie MaraCORN so she watched two movies CORNcurrently on two TVs. Soon, she was bored so she went a-strolling. While a-strolling and reading the CORNicles of Narnia, she was CORNered by a CORNman. The CORNman tried CORN her money. In the end, she kicked him and walked away CORNfidently. When she went to school, she found that she was highly recCORNmended to go for a business and CORNmerce exchange to China. The CORN was so shocked that it went blind. So it went for a CORNea implant/replacement surgery. So it became CORNier (cornier, cornea, hahaha) With increased quality of sight comes increased music power, so she started CORNposing songs. She got bored and hence took her Golden CORNpass out to guide her to the north, to her friend's house, where she played CORNnect Four. She flew to CORNnectticut, USA the next day. She went on a getaway car. She ate CORN chips (Orh hor, big bad CORNnibal) However she accidentally CORNmitted a crime and was CORNdemned to death. After its death, the CORN was put on the Christmas tree as a CORNament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you were wondering how the corn died, it was CORNstipated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-9122520464100745471?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/9122520464100745471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=9122520464100745471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9122520464100745471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9122520464100745471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/corn.html' title='CORN'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1121565574585230944</id><published>2008-07-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:54:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey</title><content type='html'>I love Mickey Mouse. I do not see what is so un-guai about liking Mickey Mouse. I liked Mickey Mouse since P5, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I learnt to have fun in secondary school, because I felt restricted in primary school as a model prefect times two and stuff. If a prefect makes one mistake you get twice the scolding because you're a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I don't really regret anything, and I have't really done anything wrong. Some people(a few) keep saying I've changed a lot. And they say it in a negative tone, like I did something wrong. I am confused. No I shan't say it. CORNfused, really. What have I done that's so wrong?? THIS IS FRUSTRATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is wrong with saying "So annoying"? It's just my habit. I'm not that annoyed, really. I seriously do not mean it when I say it. I say it when something funny or silly happens, so you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed one thing that changed that I'm really, really worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has become slow in taking in information and I'm worse than most people in my class in understanding the stuff. What is wrong. Maybe it's just that this is such a good school that everyone's better, not that I became worse. I hope so, but maybe I'm deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really do anything, but study twice as hard and listen twice as hard and do twice as much as my best I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are rushing through my mind really rapidly now, for some reason. So ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my daily list!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THINGS THAT HAPPENED TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1) Today was interesting cos its be yourself day and i could be mickey mouse and steph wore the traffic light thing!&lt;br /&gt;2) mr mizar's antics were funny o.o&lt;br /&gt;3) free ice cream&lt;br /&gt;4) tang lao shi gave us chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5) there was BADMINTON!&lt;br /&gt;6) i am happy to announce im taking tripscigeog definitely even though it means lots of studying&lt;br /&gt;7) i managed to hand in dweepas nomination on time (hopefully mr lim remembered, he better)&lt;br /&gt;8) JJ kindly lent me her brush despite knowing im a messy kid&lt;br /&gt;9) Crystal kindly lent her paint to ppl&lt;br /&gt;10) Art club painting was quite fun(ny) (Guess whos geting married)&lt;br /&gt;11) My father came to fetch me so i could sleep in the car happily&lt;br /&gt;12) My father bought mos burger&lt;br /&gt;13) My favourite soup was awaiting me at home&lt;br /&gt;14) I finished my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of list i love the best. Because it makes you realise that you cannot pass a day without at least one good happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1121565574585230944?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1121565574585230944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1121565574585230944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1121565574585230944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1121565574585230944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/mickey.html' title='Mickey'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-2799030018170714046</id><published>2008-07-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:17:58.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tripscigeog</title><content type='html'>Junior dino team, I want my tree trunk back...you promised to return it...WHERE IS IT! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe anyway i nominated deepa for pweefect. dweepa would make a good pweefect. I needed at least one teacher's recommendation and ms leow was not in so i called mr lim who was the only other teacher i could call for dweepy's nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that when you call in the early morning the voice always says "Good morning RGS". I always wondered why it said good morning RGS when my name is obviously not RGS. It would be much politer to say "Good morning, Rafflesian." After all it was still the same number of syllables and does not cause any extra work. So I sort of assumed that in the early morning, when no one answers after a long while, the telephone is transferred to the General office and there is an automated voice that helps to say good morning and is timed to say "Sorry, he's not in." O.O Apparently that ees not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called mr lims extension. after a long while, there was a voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning RGS."&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the autovoice thingy or so i assumed, but the voice sounded a bit, er, different.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning may I speak to Mr lim please??"&lt;br /&gt;"I am." said the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARGH! I GOT A SHOCK THAT THE SO CALLED AUTOMATED VOICE NOT ONLY DID NOT SAY "SORRY HE IS NOT IN" AND COULD EVEN REPLY SO CREATIVELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT! HUH! YOU ARE WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Voice(irritably): I Am Mr Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is no mystery auto-voice -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel silly -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must resist the face.&lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-2799030018170714046?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/2799030018170714046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=2799030018170714046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2799030018170714046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/2799030018170714046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/tripscigeog.html' title='tripscigeog'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7367112888671240979</id><published>2008-07-05T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:27:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot water</title><content type='html'>I have the terrible habit of pressing the hot water button, taking away my cup and forgetting to let go of the button. Hot water splashes over my other hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7367112888671240979?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7367112888671240979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7367112888671240979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7367112888671240979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7367112888671240979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-water.html' title='Hot water'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1863220918067058131</id><published>2008-07-02T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:03:50.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>sick again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i keep getting sick lately..just got sick recently and now again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jj keeps telling me to stop saying "so annoying" (but i say it all the time) and stop getting so worked up, but nothing feels good when you're sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was one of the worst timetabling days, with one block, recess, then 4 hours in a row and lunch was the last block (i see no point in that) and i got really hungry and annoyed (so annoying). first i kept thinking how nice it would be to go home, then i thought and thought of eating my potato in my bag but obviously the potato didnt appear or something, so i tried sleeping cos i was tired. my back hurt from having to bend over. so did my arm. because i had to sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we're going to science centre to assemble the machine..i wish i wasnt sick NOW, like of all times (actually it isnt really that coincidental since i get sick quite frequently lately, but still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i miss toontown alot, both the online game and the real one. i love toontown. i miss toontown. i miss disneyland. i miss the mickey-shape ice cream. i miss hungry bear restaurant. i suppose you can tell im hungry too..i keep feeling really hungry these days even after i eat alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, good things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;1. my father took time off from work to fetch me home in our lovely car..&lt;br /&gt;2. when i went home, i felt better..&lt;br /&gt;3. in school, ppl were v. nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;4. i got to watch half an hour of da chang jing and the 7 oclock show&lt;br /&gt;5. when i went home my nice bro cooked noodles for me (love you song)&lt;br /&gt;6. my room has aircon..&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep bringing that up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airCORN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1863220918067058131?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1863220918067058131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7608764525842992453</id><published>2008-06-29T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:38:50.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corn</title><content type='html'>darn stop the corn.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised something thats why i came back.&lt;br /&gt;when you create a blog post, the word there says Compose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im resisting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earrghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORNPOSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7608764525842992453?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7608764525842992453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7608764525842992453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7608764525842992453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7608764525842992453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/corn.html' title='corn'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7152641823864755859</id><published>2008-06-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:35:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More corns</title><content type='html'>Forget it. I am going to kick the habit of corning around. but i cornt. if you really want to hear more jokes ask me in person :x must STOP CORNING liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bday YL and fluffy!! (just got pressies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really happy my bro likes the rubik cube i bought for him.&lt;br /&gt;im really happy my bro liked the sword i spent 2 hours making for him!&lt;br /&gt;im really happy i finished my homework! (or so i think)&lt;br /&gt;im really happy i bought a cadenza ticket!&lt;br /&gt;im really happy theres school tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;im really happy my room got airCORN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG that came to me all of a sudden. i better shuddup and logoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Why did the japanese soldier kill the corn?&lt;br /&gt;It was pro-AmeriCORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, this is getting really severe. hopefully its not CORNtagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7152641823864755859?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7152641823864755859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7152641823864755859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7152641823864755859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7152641823864755859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-corns.html' title='More corns'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7819364894266597621</id><published>2008-06-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:40:44.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>today went for singapore river. I didn't mind the speaker (he was a nice old man) but what really mattered was that the sun was scorching hot and I couldn't breathe and Stuff, and I should have guessed that we would end late and I shouldn't have brought my Jap books cos they were heavy, and my shoulders hurt. So do my feet cos we walked quite alot. And now the second thing that really matters is that theres IHG netball tomorrow and hopefully feet stop hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our air-con is wonky. I suspected that when people from our neighbour classes press their remotes, it affects our air-cons, because I noticed that at around 7.15 and before the air-cons were still off, but at 7.20, the popular time for turning off air-cons and going out, our aircon turned on by itself.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, many people treated me like a stupid corn when I told them my idea (Okay, no offence to corns, Sorry), and started nagging on how ridiculous my stupid idea was. How mean. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, It is possible. Steph tried using the remote outside the class in front of 210 and the aircon still responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well. The Crystal Growing website was an exaggeration. Potassium Dichromate is only carcinogenic if you drink it. Who would want to drink it?&lt;br /&gt;*Someone sips coffee, holding potassium dichromate in hand*&lt;br /&gt;"Hm, Yummy coffee!"&lt;br /&gt;*Holds up potassium dichromate, drinks it up*&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i was playing weiqi and eating a biscuit and instead of eating the biscuit i ate the weiqi stone and spat it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I have a secret. It isn't anything great, so don't expect too much. Some people know part of the secret, but no one knows the whole thing. I don't want to tell people because they will think of me as o.o (or look at me with O.O annoying) or will laugh at me inside, I think. Even if they don't, it's still nice keeping small harmless secret. Yes, it's a harmless secret. If you think you know it, Don't say it, because it defeats the purpose. Dont worry, it's nothing interesting, great,  scandalous or gossipy. In other words, forget what I said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7819364894266597621?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7819364894266597621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7819364894266597621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7819364894266597621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7819364894266597621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7457156816466743478</id><published>2008-06-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:37:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORNY JOKES</title><content type='html'>1. Want to hear a DIRTY and CORNY joke?&lt;br /&gt;A: A corn fell into the mud. Wasn't that dirty and corny?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Want to hear an even DIRTIER and CORNIER joke?&lt;br /&gt;A: Many corns fell into many muds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did the corn go the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;A: It was CORNfused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why was the corn good at history?&lt;br /&gt;A: It could CORNpare and CORNtrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What happened after the corn hopped out of the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;A: There was CORNdensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why did everyone hate the corn?&lt;br /&gt;A: It SCORNed at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What to you say when you meet a corn?&lt;br /&gt;A: CORNNICHIWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why was the corn in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;A: It was CORNstipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What did the corn do when he became a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;A: He taught CORNcept maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why did the corn remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;A: He had to CORNceal the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the Corn's best subject?&lt;br /&gt;A: eCORNomics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There was one corn in the field. What do you call the corn?&lt;br /&gt;A: 1, Acorn. 2, UNIcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Why was the Corn's bag full?&lt;br /&gt;A: It CORNsisted on many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What badge did the Corn wear above his nametag?&lt;br /&gt;A: A CORNgress badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you call a thinking Corn?&lt;br /&gt;A: A CORNtemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did the Corn press to create a blog post?&lt;br /&gt;A: CORNpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What did the Corn use to blog?&lt;br /&gt;the CORNputer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was used to fertilise the Corn growing in the soil?&lt;br /&gt;A: CORNpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: Why didn't the Corn stop?&lt;br /&gt;A: It wanted to CORNtinue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What did the corn do with his mother on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: He CORNmunicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What part of Sec 2 did the Corn love most?&lt;br /&gt;A: Choosing subject CORNbination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: What did the Corn do during choosing of subject CORNbination?&lt;br /&gt;A: He CORNsidered his options carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: What did the Music-Loing Corn do?&lt;br /&gt;A: He attended a CORNcert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: What was the Corn's email address?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;a href="mailto:Corn@hotmail.Corn"&gt;Corn@hotmail.Corn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: What did the Corn say to you?&lt;br /&gt;A: CORNgratulations for surviving my CORNy Jokes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixture of Jokes from&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse Chu&lt;br /&gt;JJ&lt;br /&gt;mickeymouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7457156816466743478?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7457156816466743478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7457156816466743478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7457156816466743478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7457156816466743478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/corny-jokes.html' title='CORNY JOKES'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3674580464533211914</id><published>2008-06-17T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:13:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Gro_owing</title><content type='html'>me &amp;amp; amoeba signed up for the crystal growing competition and lately the er details were out on the website. Apparently our category is suppose to grow a crystal from potassium dichromate and it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;toxic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;carcinogenic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quite scary. Hopefully my characteristic of being accident-prone will not be shown during crystal growing work. (For your info, I just broke a porcelain cup 2 days ago)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3674580464533211914?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3674580464533211914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3674580464533211914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3674580464533211914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3674580464533211914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/crystal-groowing.html' title='Crystal Gro_owing'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-9075565830928237180</id><published>2008-06-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:50:43.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO</title><content type='html'>BOO. i think there's math homework, but i don't know what. There is forever math homework. Anyway, I still think I forgot more stuff and will probably get a lot of scoldings. Usually alot of things like that happen when school reopens. And, I haven't started on my History PT! Not even started reading books! Not even started borrowing books! (Okay, I did reserve one online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and im doing the SAP presentation now. Rawr. SAP isn't what i wanted art to be like. I tried but Im just not interested in the history of old artists and powerpoint presentations. I only like DOING art. I think im the worst art student especially when it comes to that sort of thing. In fact, I think Im worse than any non-SAP student. Like, Michaelangelo is an artist, izzit? At first I thought he played basketball, or he scratched someone's car. Anyway, it never occured to me he was an artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-9075565830928237180?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/9075565830928237180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=9075565830928237180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9075565830928237180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/9075565830928237180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/boo.html' title='BOO'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-175435433957353253</id><published>2008-06-12T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:20:00.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.O</title><content type='html'>O.O schools starting next thursday! i wish we could have our full holiday even though we get a bit extra. i dont want the extra. i want to stay at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-175435433957353253?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/175435433957353253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=175435433957353253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/175435433957353253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/175435433957353253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/oo.html' title='o.O'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7354438511582375586</id><published>2008-06-08T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:59:48.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>qiuping cup 2008!</title><content type='html'>i think it was by far the worst-organised weiqi competition -_-&lt;br /&gt;for starters they left out our WHOLE SCHOOL on the participants list, and this is what they said:&lt;br /&gt;"We are sorry to announce that we will be starting late because of NEW PUPILS joining."&lt;br /&gt;erm. its not that we are new and we wrecked the whole system. the problem is the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;ha, we delayed the whole competition. and when they finally were done, they had many spelling errors in ppls names. Ho Liuting. ZZZ. POOH xue wen. o.O and some others. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round #1- thank you for being so nice as to remind me so many times to press the clock despite you being my opponent :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round #3- 气死人。when we were supposed to start, he took out his phone, and started to sms. during the game, when it was HIS turn, he would look here look there, look anywhere except the board. so darn annoying. not that he think very slow, but he didnt even bother to think. how ironic. He delayed the whole game for darn long. Finally, he looked around and said, "ei, 我们好像是最后的了！" DUH. what on earth. want to box his face liao. and throughout the game, he stepped on my feet 3 times. and kept rubbing his tummy(he was quite big-sized). then he had this green umbrella. his friend came and picked it up. he snatched it away. then he sat like he was the boss, both arms stretched out, one holding the weiqi stone and the other balancing on the umbrella. omg. want to laugh. and because he kept dong zhang xi wang he kept asking "ei? where you put?" so i got damn annoyed and shouted "ZHE BIAN LA!" so irritating irritating irritating some more dare to say we are the last like DUH DUH DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round #4 some *a certain school affiliated to RGS* guys stand behind talk darn loud about the game, let opponent hear. gave them a killer stare and they shut their fat mouths for a while. then they started again, so i shouted at them. "OI. CHAO SI REN LA." so they shut up. at least i learnt a bit of thing from watching that korean show. got that exact phrase from it. i noticed the *a certain school affiliated to RGS* guys watching other games, and they talked really loudly about the games and laughed when the ppl put a wrong move. well with the exception of one or two like poony and john. HCI won everything in the end, but at least they were nice and considerate and didn't laugh or disrupt other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round #6 tee hee so funny. he yi bian play game yi bian eat his bread. he pressed the clock like he was accumulating force then pressed the clock really hard all the time. he sort of seemed drunk. once he took his gigantic bottle and used the whole bottle just to press the clock button O_O yes and the best part is when he pressed the clock like a drunkard he upset the whole clock onto the weiqi board -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize Presentation. they mixed up everything. Like, they gave the wrong trophy. Next, they read out the school team. RI. "Poh Xue Wen. Seow Yin Yi. Some random guy" all from different school la. yo. and they read it for both 2nd and 4th, which even more does not make sense. then they still read the third and ask maris stella to take their prize. but if 2nd and 4th got problem, 3rd should have problem too because they all depend on each other so they shouldnt have given the prize cos maristella had to return the trophy and medals to us, which wasnt a very nice thing for them to do.&lt;br /&gt;they also read out this boys name and said he was from CHIJ, and they made more mistakes with ppls schools. hmm. and when me and xinyuan went to the person making changes on the computer, we realised they calculated the number of games WRONG for zhenyi. it is seriously a serious mistake to calculate the number of GAMES wrong for people. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway theres going to be this online weiqi competition. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7354438511582375586?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7354438511582375586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7354438511582375586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7354438511582375586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7354438511582375586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/qiuping-cup-2008.html' title='qiuping cup 2008!'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5614023703795600946</id><published>2008-06-04T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:54:40.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>window</title><content type='html'>my mum bought my bro one of those window wiping things. apparently, it was what he had "always wanted". He's currently wiping the bathroom door again, and it's screeching. It's amazing how it amuses him so much. He's 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5614023703795600946?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5614023703795600946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5614023703795600946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5614023703795600946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5614023703795600946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/window.html' title='window'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-5023482423381198228</id><published>2008-06-02T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:33:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giraffe Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 June, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oday, there was an unusual gathering going on in Raffles Girls School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the gathering of the Operation Giraffe. This is the splendilicious name of an Amazing Machine Competition group, consisting of five students. However, they had a very unpleasant encounter. Let us hear more from Ms Dionne Ng, 14.&lt;br /&gt;"I was happily spinning my top when the security guard suddenly burst in and chased us out!" said Ng wistfully, with a touch of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This led to an even greater chain of events. Ms Cheng Jingjie, 14, said, "I could not find my tissue paper. I looked and looked for it. Finally, I found it. It had been stuffed in the wrong bag."&lt;br /&gt;Due to the stress and pressure that Ng and Ms Lim Huiyi had to face, they had hastily grabbed everyone's bags and belongings and charged out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a conclusion, we must learn not to burst into rooms and frighten people as this can lead to a great chain of events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-5023482423381198228?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/5023482423381198228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=5023482423381198228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5023482423381198228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/5023482423381198228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/06/giraffe-times.html' title='The Giraffe Times'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-4479308116937610567</id><published>2008-05-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:18:33.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open house II</title><content type='html'>continued.&lt;br /&gt;i went for art club duty last shift. i wasnt supposed to. i was supposed to go for SAP. but i kinda forgot so.&lt;br /&gt;we did the shrinking plastic thing. nvm about that part.&lt;br /&gt;since we were last shift we had to keep every single thing and when we thought we were done were real happy, but there was the "Shrinking Plastic" sign to take off too, as ms Tong noticed, so poof some ppl went to take it down.&lt;br /&gt;when i went out they were trying really hard to take down the really sticky red tape pieces from the walls.&lt;br /&gt;me: why! never mind, she wont notice! quick!&lt;br /&gt;them: you sure, quite obvious-&lt;br /&gt;me: dont care la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then, abigail slams the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;voice from inside: ay, wait for me! wait for me! (ms tong's voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone snorts in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decide not to remove the tapes, and try to look good and normal when abigail releases the door.&lt;br /&gt;ms tong comes out and gives abigail a thrashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then continues to say how good we are, how she must remember all of us and give us ice cream, and now and then one of us glances at the wall with the obvious gigantic bits of tape and everyone starts snickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she asks suspiciously, "what's so funny?"&lt;br /&gt;so, not wanting to let her notice the tape, i said, "oh i told them something really funny just now. that's why. want to hear?"&lt;br /&gt;ms tong: what.&lt;br /&gt;me: why is mas selamat two thirds woman?&lt;br /&gt;ms tong: (worried look) why? why?&lt;br /&gt;abigail: cos hes a wan-ted man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tong gives abigail another thrashing. then she goes back in the room to do i-dono-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abigail all of a sudden: OMG! SHE TAKES MY BUS TOO!&lt;br /&gt;me: RUN! RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abigail runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tong emerges after awhile and bring up the topic of ice cream again, then she asks wheres abigail.&lt;br /&gt;me: erm..she had something really urgent. she just realised.&lt;br /&gt;grace: yeah...we wonder what.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tong harps on the fact that that day was the best for ice cream cos she felt really hot and sweaty. but we tell her no cos abigails not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she continues talking about the wonders of ice cream, so theres no need to put in any effort to stall her so that abigail can take her bus first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she continues talking about ice cream and how she'll bring us out to eat ice cream after an art club session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere out there, abigail was probably happily boarding the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-4479308116937610567?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/4479308116937610567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=4479308116937610567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4479308116937610567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4479308116937610567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/open-house-ii.html' title='open house II'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3143327832014120956</id><published>2008-05-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:08:23.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>floo</title><content type='html'>ba. got flu from yvonne like long ago during math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but you can change the gas tank, so it can be variable.&lt;br /&gt;ms ha: blablabla&lt;br /&gt;me: but it states "capacity of gas tank" so if you change the gas tank the capacity changes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvonne : Now, Hypothetically-&lt;br /&gt;me: SHUDDUP! DONT ACT SMART!&lt;br /&gt;yvonne: no, you shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;me: why should i, its none of your business&lt;br /&gt;yvonne: cos youre asking a stupid question-&lt;br /&gt;me: if you think its a stupid question why you answering then?&lt;br /&gt;yvonne: it distracts people and wastes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic. i know SOMEONE who does a lot of distracting and time wasting in class....&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY THE POINT IS&lt;br /&gt;ALL THIS WHILE THE GERMS WERE HOPPING ONTO ME AND NOW IM STILL SICK AND I SHOULDNT HAVE ARGUED WITH HER. NOW THAT WAS A STUPID THING TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now my sore throat is turning into a cough as it always does, and my nose is getting more blocked instead of getting better. and that day i used 9 packets of tissue in school and thats school not the end of the day and it felt totally horrible.&lt;br /&gt;now its going to take a long time to cure cos its turning into cough and cough takes a long time to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday i went for that music aural class to prepare for violin exam, and poof all the people were older than me and they all seemed to know each other and so i quickly bagged the right hand corner at the back and sat there. still it wasnt as bad as i thought and the teacher wasnt naggy and she was quite funny and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing made my sore throat worse.&lt;br /&gt;(it was a sore throat yesterday, today its cough and sore throat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3143327832014120956?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3143327832014120956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3143327832014120956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3143327832014120956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3143327832014120956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/floo.html' title='floo'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6899744368497520179</id><published>2008-05-25T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:59:27.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open house</title><content type='html'>got setup duty before open house. forgot to tape half the pants for the black white effect. so i borrowed mr lims tape. and used the whole roll. and bought another one to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house was quite fun except for the fact that it was very warm inside the G.zilla OM costume .-. duty from 8.30 to 11.30 and the godzilla hat i forgot to fix the wire part so needed more tape. couldnt find the tape so i asked mr lim to lend me. so i used it and put it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while later i needed the tape again cos the wire came off. apparently the tape wasnt on the table. so i assumed mr lim took his tape back so i asked him. but he dint take it. so he went to open this new packet of tape, and said "na give you" or something like that. (it was the one i bought!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after i used it this time i held it instead of putting it on THE TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we could finally go eat i got so happy i skipped off with victoria and forgot to give him back the tape and it remained on my arm for about half the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finally returned it like after hours, and he snatched the tape back. he remained speechless. he gave me this hopeless look and did not say a word. after i started going off, he was still gaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6899744368497520179?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6899744368497520179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6899744368497520179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6899744368497520179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6899744368497520179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/open-house.html' title='open house'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8025057460933163126</id><published>2008-05-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:16:40.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glitch</title><content type='html'>sorry sorry i just have to show you guys this picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, just after the elevator closes, everyone gets a front view of it. so i did this emotion thingy called "Angry" where the toon clenches its fists and sticks its head out abit. so it sticks out of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just happens that i just did a quest to make my toon temporarily fatter and white, so this looks utterly ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201566072360207474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SC-syKLBBHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lyRxb_Jy9kE/s400/T+Head+pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8025057460933163126?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8025057460933163126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8025057460933163126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8025057460933163126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8025057460933163126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/glitch.html' title='glitch'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SC-syKLBBHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lyRxb_Jy9kE/s72-c/T+Head+pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6526453488771903908</id><published>2008-05-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:43:35.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMers Part 2</title><content type='html'>i bought some cashew nuts. and met ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ruby, look! im going nutty!&lt;br /&gt;ruby: sigh&lt;br /&gt;me: and it has high NUTritional value!&lt;br /&gt;ruby: nut funny.&lt;br /&gt;me: would you like a nut?&lt;br /&gt;ruby: Nuthankyou. Anyway. enjoy your lunch of rice and banana.&lt;br /&gt;me: not banana. Bananut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and elaine tay saw mr lau and wanted to ask him to tell mrs tay something. but he was talking to some pits. so while waiting me and elaine played with ms ongs butcher sheet. we started talking to each other through it. then i made telephone ringing sounds through it. then suddenly mr lau stopped talking and we thought he was done so we went "oh oh oh good afternoon mr lau"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lau: *serious tone* It's not my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine and I burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lau: *even more seriously* It's really not my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we told him the origin of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: oh. so it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were walking back.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Haha, trick so many teachers liaoz&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lau who happened to be behind: So, that's what youre planning to do. Trick so many teachers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6526453488771903908?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6526453488771903908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6526453488771903908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6526453488771903908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6526453488771903908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/omers-part-2.html' title='OMers Part 2'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-4886124442559133283</id><published>2008-05-15T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:53:41.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaws of Doom</title><content type='html'>you know theres this jaw-like egg-carton like thingy left over from OM (the second one which wasnt used for godzilla hat) i cut it such that i could wear it. but instead i put it over my head like an inverted V, and whenever i did that, i went "Greetings, I'm Shakespeare". Then I would start a trail of wise words like "Thou shalt not eat the grass" and "The beginning is the end of the start". This totally bugged steph out.&lt;br /&gt;then steph asked me which is the cheapest and nicest ice cream she should buy and i told her "Cow ice cream" (the moo one) then she said "im not a cow" then i started a long argument that cow shouldnt eat cow ice creams just like how humans dont eat human ice cream, so it made sense that she could eat cow ice cream and stuff. so she bought it. and ate it. and enjoyed it. HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-4886124442559133283?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/4886124442559133283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=4886124442559133283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4886124442559133283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/4886124442559133283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/jaws-of-doom.html' title='Jaws of Doom'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1166258857804345741</id><published>2008-05-14T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:12:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another sunny day</title><content type='html'>the sun is shining. yay, today my mum fetched me home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not proud of myself. yesterday we ended off with lit, which was bad but still probably the best ending of school i could get, with the one, the only, the 4.0. but apparently many people got 4.0 for that lit, so its nothin to be proud of, and anyway, the rest of my papers were rubbish except the science PT results i got back today. well it could have been worse. i could have failed something. biff bop blap. i do wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking of 1000 piece puzzles. i remember doing one vaguely a long long time ago, and i miss 1000 piece jigsaw puzzles. maybe i'll go buy one, but they're sure to be really ex. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye thought-of-1000-piece-puzzle $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 piece puzzle. i love puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like feeling up (i mean filling up) my profile with all sorts of nonsense. and maybe i'll even put my birthday cos i realised theres nothing egoistic about your birthday cuz everyone has a birthday and everyone loves birthdays. birthdays are  happy occasions that should be shared. and so is christmas. christmas is my favourite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you not get the feeling that the world is at its golden age? its not the golden mean but it seems the best it can be. oh no. shall be quiet about golden stuff. :C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at my math paper. especially question 5. mr lim littered the page with goldfish =(. as in, you know, those goldfish. Curly crosses for people who don't wanna lift their pens up =)  plus the goldfish were real neat, like purposely drawn such that the area where the fish eye should be coincides with my dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1166258857804345741?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1166258857804345741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1166258857804345741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1166258857804345741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1166258857804345741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-sunny-day.html' title='another sunny day'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-338329826813857481</id><published>2008-05-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T03:23:55.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S-L</title><content type='html'>hee there was this old man at the Home (uh oh i mean house) who kept asking us to sing marikita halfway through our performance. then we said later, and he went like, OK OK, LATER! :D and while we performed he kept singing the marikita. i mean some of them might remember mary had a little lamb or something but of all things he remembers marikita :D he sings absolutely in tune :D wow. so in the end we sang with him la. except jj was sort of against it and kept saying No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho then we went to take the train, there was this lady dressed in this bright red top with black lines(like webs) and bright dark blue leggings, so her colour scheme was exactly like spiderman. i think she did it on purpose. i kept whispering to jj "spiderman! spiderman!" as she walked past and jj was franically going "wherewhere?" and i go "there la! she walked past" "where! what! oh." apparently she thought mr desouza the other fake spiderman came in :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-338329826813857481?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/338329826813857481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=338329826813857481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/338329826813857481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/338329826813857481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-l.html' title='S-L'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-207027641170825880</id><published>2008-05-11T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:16:41.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toontown!</title><content type='html'>toontown is such a NICE HAPPY PLACE yay the people are also NICE and HAPPY. let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;toontown's graphics and places are nice and happy and colourful.&lt;br /&gt;in toontown everyone is real nice cuz we cannot talk to each other with our own words. there is a given set of Speedchat that covers about every single thing you will want to say including your toontasks. so there are no vulgarities and everyone is nice. compared to maple where all i see is "cc pls"(whichever smartypants invented that phrase) and f-words.&lt;br /&gt;in toontown teamwork is real important, like the more ppl fight one cog(the monster) the better it is and you still get the same amount of points. so cool. and toons can heal each other. so basically it makes people want to work together. and the feeling after you work together to take over a cog building or a factory is really nice. compared to maple, everyone is self-centred. ("stop ksing" "kser" "get lost")&lt;br /&gt;yes and toontown doesnt get boring after a while like maple, cos if you dont want to fight the cogs you can go play TROLLEY GAMES (12 different games included to play with others and earn jellybeans) or you can play with your pet doodle or go gardening or go fishing or furnish your house or play golf or go racing! and the quests arent unreasonable like maple. and maple gets so hard to lvl up after a while. abit annoying.&lt;br /&gt;and they have the special events like Trolley Tracks and Toontown Grand Prix and Fish Bingo and stuff on certain days. whee.&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so HAPPY and TOONISH!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;IM PROUD TO BE A TOONTOWN VIP MEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvKLBBCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZNz0tDULuQ4/s1600-h/Tdaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199307623937147938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvKLBBCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZNz0tDULuQ4/s400/Tdaisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; part of daisy gardens (theres her prize flower in the middle of the maze but not in this pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvqLBBEI/AAAAAAAAADw/G_sQ5NcQw10/s1600-h/Tmelodyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199307632527082562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvqLBBEI/AAAAAAAAADw/G_sQ5NcQw10/s400/Tmelodyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; minnies melodyland (see the fishing place there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvqLBBFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dzRQMxDbsOw/s1600-h/Tmemory2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199307632527082578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvqLBBFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dzRQMxDbsOw/s400/Tmemory2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toon memory trolley game (there are 11 other types of games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199307636822049890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemv6LBBGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/r_nwdFEie7c/s400/Tstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;see i got a star cos i got 10 points for taking over buildings with a total of 10 storeys!! rare!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199307628232115250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvaLBBDI/AAAAAAAAADo/xHRqpsq6SFs/s400/TDance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my doodle doing the dancing trick!! (the last part is the coolest when she spins and spins)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; got service learning sooon! .-. byez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-207027641170825880?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/207027641170825880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=207027641170825880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/207027641170825880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/207027641170825880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/toontown.html' title='toontown!'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SCemvKLBBCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZNz0tDULuQ4/s72-c/Tdaisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6205543209531922256</id><published>2008-05-10T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:51:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeee</title><content type='html'>yay today i woke up early and went rollerblading. met that cat again. at least it wasn't waiting scarily at a corner like last time. i think i almost bladed over its tail. it was probably more scared than i was cos' it gave this shriek/ howl or something. and there was a GLASS CHIP. i SAW it. boo why ppl must throw glass in carpark. can poke peoples car tyre. AND wheels. and last time i bladed over a glass chip. i sort of "changed course" into this car that WASNT MOVING (good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went for house comm meeting :D finished earlier than expected :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? MY BOYFRIEND IS A PILOT (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!&lt;br /&gt;~mikimouse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6205543209531922256?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6205543209531922256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6205543209531922256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6205543209531922256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6205543209531922256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/05/wheeeee.html' title='wheeeee'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-676139383726792070</id><published>2008-05-07T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:33:01.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x)</title><content type='html'>todays afternoon and morning (after math) was better than i thought cos it wasnt like yesterday when i was being a loner in the library staring at graphs for 5 hours x) CJ and jinni and yifeng stayed back too in 211 classroom! we played one round of hide and seek. HA HA, JIN NI, I WIN. i was the winner. i was found the last. coz i pretended to open the door and go out when she was counting. but i didnt go out. HA, HA. and i gave her a shock by shouting when she discovered me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was scary heh i got stuck at the one with the most marks and the one before the one with the most marks and the question after the question after the question with the most marks x) you get the point. i was worrying enough when mr lim burst in, As Usual, and wrote about some mistake which made me give this sound of annoyance (the "zhe!" one) coz i thought i did the mistake question wrong cos of the mistake but apparently not -.- silly old me -.- oops i sound like siying -.- just that she says "silly LT" and not "silly old si ying" -.- never mind -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then me and CJ and yifeng and jinni went out for lunch and they introduced me to the shihlin chicken which is NICE with lots of pepper and chilli powder :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that we were having an argument about the spelling of the Euranic/ Uranic/ Euranik/Uranik Moth, rather me against them, and apparently there was no such thing though it was in my brother's book. It turned out to be a scientific Euraniidea Moth. ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;tee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-676139383726792070?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/676139383726792070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=676139383726792070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/676139383726792070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/676139383726792070'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3322912522781725179</id><published>2008-05-02T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:43:42.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funfact 2</title><content type='html'>If you have nothing to do in the bus, take your banana peel and stick it in the aircon vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a short period of time, then enjoy the aroma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3322912522781725179?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3322912522781725179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3025380852482752791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3025380852482752791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3025380852482752791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3025380852482752791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/04/funfact.html' title='Funfact'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-310810019375346074</id><published>2008-04-24T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:00:54.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toilet etc</title><content type='html'>last night dreamt i went into toilet cubicle, except no toilet bowl lar, just blank, (my dreams always weird lah) then got one mirror, i look inside, got me, then got another woman staring freakily into the mirror, i turn around, got nobody, is ghost, i scream, i run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i go real school toilet, 2nd floor, turn the corner, see teacher putting makeup silently, thought was ghost, jump in horror, never scream, never run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-310810019375346074?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/310810019375346074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=310810019375346074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/310810019375346074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/310810019375346074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/04/toilet-etc.html' title='toilet etc'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3377909417173509103</id><published>2008-04-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:46:47.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMers</title><content type='html'>wow i realised i became really really lame after joining OM :P&lt;br /&gt;e.g. a Straw, plus a Belly, gives you a.....&lt;br /&gt;Guess!&lt;br /&gt;A STRAWBERRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: shelley why you keep using puns -.-&lt;br /&gt;shelley: to PUNish you.&lt;br /&gt;me: NO!! even lamer!&lt;br /&gt;shelley: But, I can still walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shelley......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3377909417173509103?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3377909417173509103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3377909417173509103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3377909417173509103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3377909417173509103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/04/omers.html' title='OMers'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-7911659161367913952</id><published>2008-03-20T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:20:25.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a pogo stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone can actually find one even though they can be ordered from overseas and stuff and anyway its quite impossible hmf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-7911659161367913952?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/7911659161367913952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=7911659161367913952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7911659161367913952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/7911659161367913952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/03/pogo-stick-i-doubt-anyone-can-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-3807694153692901834</id><published>2008-03-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:34:28.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>ive been going to school every single day 8.30 to 5 except sunday -.- and tomoros saturday and i thot it was break day but apparently gotta go till 3.30. means i will flunk all subjects, especially chem. poof goes the flame of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and poor shelley. is sick. and still works so hard for OM. and also, shelley is a cool name. it makes me think of spongebob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about the burst of light(ning), we are so NOT colour blind okay. according to other ppl, the light was red And blue, like the gas stove. There. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is pi day. 3/14!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-3807694153692901834?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/3807694153692901834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=3807694153692901834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3807694153692901834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/3807694153692901834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoho.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-6322721060565810563</id><published>2008-03-13T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:26:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boom</title><content type='html'>haiyo. this morning we were doing om(as usual) then there was this storm. the sky refused to be quiet. and then there was this EXTRA EXTRA LOUD thunder accompanied with lightning. you wouldnt be able to imagine how loud and horrifying it was unless you were in school, seriously. it was really deafening. claudia screamed and ran off. (if i scream, means its not really scary. cos when im really scared i dont scream)and i was sitting at the corridor, nearest to the source of light(ning?). all i remember is this burst of light and there was electric shock. my head and back and chest hurt for the next 2 hours or so and i felt a bit dizzy and gong and stupid as if i lost alot of brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and after the so called explosion we could sniff smoke scents. so we thought mas selamat bombed the school. but apparently the lightning also struck a tree, and its branch fell off. poor tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gong la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-6322721060565810563?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/6322721060565810563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=6322721060565810563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6322721060565810563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/6322721060565810563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/03/boom.html' title='boom'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-1258571769692608096</id><published>2008-03-12T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:58:16.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OM and more</title><content type='html'>oh my. we were painting the rising sun. i drew the outline with BLACK MARKER.&lt;br /&gt;so, i used my red paintbrush, made a blob on a ray of the sun, and told claudia, "PAINT HERE".&lt;br /&gt;then i turn around and turn back. claudia painted the supposed-to-be empty space on the RIGHT. WHICH MEANS SHE PAINTED IT WRONGLY.&lt;br /&gt;then i scream "NO!! HERE!!" and make the blob even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;then i turn around and turn back. she painted the supposed-to-be-empty-space on the LEFT. WHICH MEANS SHE PAINTED IT WRONGLY AGAIN AND THIS TIME ITS THE WHOLE EMPTY SPACE PAINTED RED NOT HALF.&lt;br /&gt;then i tell her she can paint the middle of the sun instead -.- (the semicircle)&lt;br /&gt;and a while later, she tries her hand at painting rays again. Again she painted the wrong place. at this red(oops i mean rate), the whole board will probably be red. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-1258571769692608096?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/1258571769692608096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=1258571769692608096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1258571769692608096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/1258571769692608096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/03/om-and-more.html' title='OM and more'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8182566420639105221</id><published>2008-03-10T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:59:09.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>united square</title><content type='html'>today i saw maggie ng mei qi carrying an umbrella and walking behind two ppl. i shouted MAGGIE NG two times and when she saw me she behaved as if she saw mas selamat. (do not approach, do not ask him if he is mas selamat, walk away calmly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8182566420639105221?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8182566420639105221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8182566420639105221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8182566420639105221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8182566420639105221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/03/united-square.html' title='united square'/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496408279275741803.post-8411825128630299009</id><published>2008-03-04T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:30:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sure is fun watching people read the last four lines of my commonwealth essay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she walks in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla, that group over there talking, irritated, quick finish talking, blabla, but then i not irritated by this string from the projector screen you see, because i use the duster-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i look up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE IS THE FAT MAGNETIC DUSTER ON THE BOARD TILTED 45 DEGREES AND THE STRING RESTING ON IT. MAN DID THAT LOOK RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: how many parts are there to the essay?&lt;br /&gt;she: something something, not happy, too expectant, want you to be surprised by the SA, this is a confidential secret, blabla(i mean i dint ask her what type of question is given, or what are the questions HELLO i asked HOW MANY PARTS not WHAT PARTS) and blabla, I THINK YOUR BATCH IS TOO "CANNED".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she turns around, writes C-A-N-N-E-D on the board and ends of with a violent dot, and swivels herself around to face us dramatically, and puts up her hand to her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she holds a brown rock and comes to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: so, this one got grain or not?&lt;br /&gt;me: er.. like dont have.&lt;br /&gt;she: you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snatches my pen, starts dotting all the grains on the rock, and spoils my pen temporarily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: there! see the grains!&lt;br /&gt;me:ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she takes 2 rocks, and rubs them against each other on top of my worksheet, and dust starts raining down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stare and stare till i finally cannot contain myself and start laffing nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: aiya, a bit of dust nevermind lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uses finger and starts rubbing the dust on my worksheet till there is a brown smudgie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she:what colour is this?&lt;br /&gt;me: brown?&lt;br /&gt;she: yes, and by the way this is mud. mud rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE&lt;br /&gt;ms ong: someone ought to fix the cupboard there.&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah one time i went to take something and the shelf started crashing down on my arm with its files and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ms ong: yes one time i opened it and i found a person inside. which is worse?&lt;br /&gt;elaine: SURPRISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;ms ong: and the board, i don't want to open it and find food inside.&lt;br /&gt;me: open it! open it!&lt;br /&gt;*she opens it and finds food inside*&lt;br /&gt;me: SURPRISE!! SURPRISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- and today during rock climbing i almost shot up into the air while belaying. how scary. and when jodi was pulling me down my feet were almost off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just won some $50 dining voucher because i took part in the VOTING for some dustbin long ago. hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5496408279275741803-8411825128630299009?l=miki-mice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/feeds/8411825128630299009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5496408279275741803&amp;postID=8411825128630299009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8411825128630299009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496408279275741803/posts/default/8411825128630299009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miki-mice.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-sure-is-fun-watching-people-read.html' title=''/><author><name>MIKKI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_19inshVmNUA/SnqlxiflooI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7s-dHEZO9i0/S220/fantasia+new+contrast+more+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
