<?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-7063941936786543346</id><updated>2011-08-03T13:44:11.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotype Shit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-3350098594647975775</id><published>2009-08-20T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:10:50.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved..</title><content type='html'>to tumblr, because blogspot is fking mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellomaite.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://hellomaite.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-3350098594647975775?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3350098594647975775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=3350098594647975775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3350098594647975775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3350098594647975775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/08/moved.html' title='Moved..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-3537481237683763041</id><published>2009-05-24T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:58:36.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world</title><content type='html'>I AM STILL ALIVE. Not dead yet, but I'm almost there. WTFT *choy choy. I still have four more days to go till my exams are over. Then after that I've got two gatherings and outings during the hols! :D But of course before that I've gotta finish all my papers. Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY - Ekonomi Asas 2, Sejarah 1, Sivik&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY - Add Maths, ICT&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY - P.Perakaunan 1, Mathematics 1, PJK&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY - Ekonomi Asas 1, Science 1.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : I'll be updating on Plurk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-3537481237683763041?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3537481237683763041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=3537481237683763041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3537481237683763041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3537481237683763041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello world'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-172678316802585963</id><published>2009-05-06T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:43:47.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SgGVMI6kk_I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/nU6fsJ08gx0/s1600-h/IMG_5349-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SgGVMI6kk_I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/nU6fsJ08gx0/s320/IMG_5349-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332707469567497202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... because I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... because I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... because I am busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... because I am ill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... because the freaking mid terms are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-172678316802585963?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/172678316802585963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=172678316802585963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/172678316802585963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/172678316802585963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/05/hiatussssss.html' title='HIATUSSSSSS'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SgGVMI6kk_I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/nU6fsJ08gx0/s72-c/IMG_5349-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-1447805422560488833</id><published>2009-04-30T02:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:05:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunk Of Burning Love</title><content type='html'>Oh my lord. I have never noticed how hot Enrique Iglesias is.. till I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0fSPEjF2Sg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0fSPEjF2Sg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREAKING STEAMY WEIH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfikKU9sb_I/AAAAAAAAGDI/U_nJ_T6TN9U/s1600-h/Enrique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfikKU9sb_I/AAAAAAAAGDI/U_nJ_T6TN9U/s320/Enrique.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330190656326103026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias, I wanna have your babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-1447805422560488833?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1447805422560488833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=1447805422560488833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1447805422560488833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1447805422560488833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hunk-of-burning-love.html' title='Hunk Of Burning Love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfikKU9sb_I/AAAAAAAAGDI/U_nJ_T6TN9U/s72-c/Enrique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-2031107222116083629</id><published>2009-04-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:04:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead, yet.</title><content type='html'>I think, I think.. I forgot how to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berlog.&lt;/span&gt; Okay not funny. So here's the truth, I have not been blogging lately BECUZ, bah I've been so busy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (lie, lie and lie again). &lt;/span&gt;Fine, here's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real truth&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; LAZY and I'm also kinda busy lately. But now I'm done with most of my stuff, so I guess I'll stop telling lies and start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfiVROUeKOI/AAAAAAAAGDA/Reihy_wKjjo/s1600-h/DSCN0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfiVROUeKOI/AAAAAAAAGDA/Reihy_wKjjo/s320/DSCN0387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330174282127255778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random picture : Check out my hair. Wheee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, have you guys noticed how BLOODY HOT IT IS?!! THE HEAT. The damn humid weather in Malaysia. And have I mentioned how ridiculously stupid my school is? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I guess not, I have not been blogging for the past month. HAH Mich trying to tell jokes) &lt;/span&gt;Okay back to the topic. Like, last Monday, I had ICT class and the damn computer lab's Air Conditioner wasn't working. WTFT! How to concentrate?! It was so bloody hot and we were all sitting near the projector which was so hot, I could even fry an egg on it and the heat got into our heads, everybody were so much noise, all the talking, walking around GAH... okay I'm not making sense, well, you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3R PEOPLE. 3R! REDUCE, REUSE, RECYCLE. Because, my moisturiser is going to finish and if you guys don't save Mother Nature, the weather is gonna get hotter and hotter and hotter and I'll &lt;s&gt;explode into tiny little pieces like CJ7&lt;/s&gt; have to buy moisturiser. Nobody likes dry skin ok. GEDDIT?! OK GOOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-2031107222116083629?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2031107222116083629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=2031107222116083629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/2031107222116083629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/2031107222116083629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-dead-yet.html' title='Not dead, yet.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfiVROUeKOI/AAAAAAAAGDA/Reihy_wKjjo/s72-c/DSCN0387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-5063914484255085470</id><published>2009-04-25T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:34:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfKfV3ZB9kI/AAAAAAAAGCc/aJChRGf141g/s1600-h/8AorecgHjmosewh9WpfZxD1uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfKfV3ZB9kI/AAAAAAAAGCc/aJChRGf141g/s320/8AorecgHjmosewh9WpfZxD1uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328496507127723586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-5063914484255085470?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5063914484255085470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=5063914484255085470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/5063914484255085470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/5063914484255085470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/fix-it.html' title='Fix it'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SfKfV3ZB9kI/AAAAAAAAGCc/aJChRGf141g/s72-c/8AorecgHjmosewh9WpfZxD1uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-1080122248786872692</id><published>2009-04-13T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:29:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omigosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OOOmigosh. My blog is so freaking dead. Yes, I know stop bugging me. Here's a really short post on what I did this past month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0ERLt_I/AAAAAAAAGBc/QdrRv3yj_Sk/s1600-h/DSC03970-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0ERLt_I/AAAAAAAAGBc/QdrRv3yj_Sk/s320/DSC03970-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190238934546418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outing with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0COiiQI/AAAAAAAAGBk/KxaeSBvVTjo/s1600-h/DSC04002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0COiiQI/AAAAAAAAGBk/KxaeSBvVTjo/s320/DSC04002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190238386587906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I represented my school for a National Science Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0Q8wOWI/AAAAAAAAGBs/Z8BEuqXMnwg/s1600-h/DSC04189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0Q8wOWI/AAAAAAAAGBs/Z8BEuqXMnwg/s320/DSC04189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190242338519394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cross Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0pqXpBI/AAAAAAAAGB0/EyXnI1v3MV0/s1600-h/DSC04024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0pqXpBI/AAAAAAAAGB0/EyXnI1v3MV0/s320/DSC04024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190248972297234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samuel's birthday party @ Earth Hour&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0y1xTJI/AAAAAAAAGB8/lZ_f8Dm_IAQ/s1600-h/IMG_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0y1xTJI/AAAAAAAAGB8/lZ_f8Dm_IAQ/s320/IMG_4926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190251436035218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNTjw8EVqI/AAAAAAAAGCE/BNsCZAJfsjg/s1600-h/IMG_5030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNTjw8EVqI/AAAAAAAAGCE/BNsCZAJfsjg/s320/IMG_5030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324191058379429538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo Lynn's surprise birthday celebration with the marching members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNTkBhZoUI/AAAAAAAAGCM/k-WUrjn3m60/s1600-h/IMG_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNTkBhZoUI/AAAAAAAAGCM/k-WUrjn3m60/s320/IMG_1958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324191062830981442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Installation Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNTkAHkGuI/AAAAAAAAGCU/bCbbqAQaGMw/s1600-h/IMG_2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNTkAHkGuI/AAAAAAAAGCU/bCbbqAQaGMw/s320/IMG_2083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324191062454180578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was involved in a play on Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A more detailed post coming up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-1080122248786872692?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1080122248786872692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=1080122248786872692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1080122248786872692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1080122248786872692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/omigosh.html' title='Omigosh'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SeNS0ERLt_I/AAAAAAAAGBc/QdrRv3yj_Sk/s72-c/DSC03970-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-1518679265139446463</id><published>2009-03-16T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:55:47.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy lately I feel like I've been missing out on all the fun stuff :( Boo. Oh well, at least I have ILTS (Interact Leadership Training Seminar) to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you guys are wondering why am I so busy, I have marching practice everyday, omaigod. It's from 1pm to 5pm, so that's why when I get back home I'll be dead tired and I just feel like sleeping.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah random pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vHJuydfI/AAAAAAAAGAE/GgZwcFUMO_s/s1600-h/DSC03964-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vHJuydfI/AAAAAAAAGAE/GgZwcFUMO_s/s320/DSC03964-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313736410261517810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koi Jin bought some chocolates for Jo Lynn and I. Omg it tasted like heaven. (I haven't been eating chocolate for a long time already ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vG6NPj-I/AAAAAAAAF_8/oKHstVB9Img/s1600-h/DSC03959-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vG6NPj-I/AAAAAAAAF_8/oKHstVB9Img/s320/DSC03959-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313736406094286818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is a picture of my leg.. after marching in the muddy field. Habis my pedicure T_T I think I'm actually a guy inside. I mean like, which girl would march in a muddy field, RIGHT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, the feeling of mud getting in between your toes, the taste of mud (WTFT don't ask me why I've tasted mud ok) and the smell of mud. Awesome experience. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3685500&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3685500&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random video that Jo Lynn took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vHTqB0hI/AAAAAAAAGAM/Ht4RT3yMme4/s1600-h/DSC03966-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vHTqB0hI/AAAAAAAAGAM/Ht4RT3yMme4/s320/DSC03966-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313736412925907474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were the puppies who followed Lydia and I. Aww soo cuteeee T_T Yeah I know, I should have taken a picture of their faces. Shattup ok. Not easy to take pictures of animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-1518679265139446463?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1518679265139446463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=1518679265139446463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1518679265139446463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1518679265139446463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/marching.html' title='Marching'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb4vHJuydfI/AAAAAAAAGAE/GgZwcFUMO_s/s72-c/DSC03964-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-3939417409832963262</id><published>2009-03-14T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:40:01.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICC Concert 2009</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://blankedshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/icc-concert-2009.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read about the ICC Concert @ Blankedshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ICC Concert 2009 was awweeezzuummm. (Someone should shoot me. I think this is the third time I've said it. Okay yes, third time, once on Blankedshit, 2nd on Plurk and now on this post wtft) So, anyways.. I went to the HGH Convention Centre in Sentul with Karr Man, &lt;a href="http://thesweetestsinner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lydia&lt;/a&gt; and Lydia's parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;a href="http://gowrylaz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Izwan&lt;/a&gt; there. Izwan was like, soo blur omg. So, the door opened around 11.15am, we went inside and got ourselves a nice seat. But the stupid thing was that the camera man was blocking me from taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb3N_0UZmII/AAAAAAAAF_0/sAAFNZf3nzE/s1600-h/IMG_4711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb3N_0UZmII/AAAAAAAAF_0/sAAFNZf3nzE/s320/IMG_4711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629631626713218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, the performance was awesome. Mia Palencia, Caprice and One Buck Short were the guest performers. One Buck Short was really good. After the concert, a bunch of us decided to walk to the LRT Station. It was raining. My hair died on the way there. Everything was messed up. Smudged eyeliner &amp;amp; mascara omg nuu. And I smell like wet dog :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the funny but confusing part. Instead of taking the train to Bandaraya, and then a KTM to Mid Valley. We went the other way and we took the train to Masjid Jamek to KL Sentral and then to Mid Valley. And and and... we made alot of mistakes. LOL. Hence, we took 3 hours to reach Mid Valley LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Italiannies for dinner. The food there was delicious and pricey. We didn't really eat. We were playing "I never". Rofl. It was really nice, I met new friends, we took the wrong train together, we joked, we laughed, we got lost in KL together LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, ICC Concert 2009 was awweeezzuummm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Okay 4th time wtft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-3939417409832963262?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3939417409832963262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=3939417409832963262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3939417409832963262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3939417409832963262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/icc-concert-2009.html' title='ICC Concert 2009'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sb3N_0UZmII/AAAAAAAAF_0/sAAFNZf3nzE/s72-c/IMG_4711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-7559420601032790875</id><published>2009-03-13T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:30:34.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY THE 13TH :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(This post has nothing to do with the title) LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My exams are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ovaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, finally. Additional Mathematics was the crappiest. Maybe it was because I was supposed to wake up at 2am to study Add Maths and Economics BUT THEN, I slept till 5am. WTFT! I think I'm like freaking immune to alarm clocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's put that a side since my exams are ovaahhhh. Today was quite fun, there were like, only 13 people present today. We didn't have any exams today, so that's why the class was like super empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcpttQ4wI/AAAAAAAAF_M/sm3Un1xLz7w/s1600-h/DSC03942-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcpttQ4wI/AAAAAAAAF_M/sm3Un1xLz7w/s320/DSC03942-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730950894936834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up playing Mafia and Silent Game loooll. Oh then after recess we all sat in a circle and we talked about our problems, scandals, gossip etc. It was quite fun, but then again.. what happens in there, stays there (WTFT What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, the new incoming Interact BODs went to Methodist Boys School for ICC Meeting. Even though I was the IU Director since last year, I have never been to the ICC Meeting before. So, this was my first time. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbqcp4NNR5I/AAAAAAAAF_U/K36eckLn1wk/s1600-h/DSC03943-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbqcp4NNR5I/AAAAAAAAF_U/K36eckLn1wk/s320/DSC03943-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730953713272722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting wasn't as bad as I though it would be. It was quite fun, (I think I have this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; for formal stuff) I met &lt;a href="http://gowrylaz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Izwan&lt;/a&gt; there. The fella was laughing at me because I was in my Prefect's uniform and my hair was all tied back &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, we had cake! :D It was a small celebration for the March babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcqgiInoI/AAAAAAAAF_s/JHCuX0NDp34/s1600-h/DSC03948-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcqgiInoI/AAAAAAAAF_s/JHCuX0NDp34/s320/DSC03948-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730964538465922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcqXu5K2I/AAAAAAAAF_k/1wcSVNrAa1g/s1600-h/DSC03947-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcqXu5K2I/AAAAAAAAF_k/1wcSVNrAa1g/s320/DSC03947-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730962176060258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ending here. Malas nak elaborate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-7559420601032790875?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7559420601032790875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=7559420601032790875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7559420601032790875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7559420601032790875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th-o.html' title='FRIDAY THE 13TH :O'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbqcpttQ4wI/AAAAAAAAF_M/sm3Un1xLz7w/s72-c/DSC03942-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-4469827990538301794</id><published>2009-03-11T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:03:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean your room, young lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbep18zmpRI/AAAAAAAAF_E/kdP28WeGvtk/s1600-h/IMG_4569-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbep18zmpRI/AAAAAAAAF_E/kdP28WeGvtk/s320/IMG_4569-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901029827519762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I should start cleaning my room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHAIPEOPLE! I know, I know, I'm supposed to be studying blah blah. I've got Add Maths, Economy and Civics paper tomorrow. Wtft I'm so going to fail Add Maths. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(WTFT! New word! What the french toast. I know WTFT right?)&lt;/span&gt; And the best part is that it's the last day of exam. Three more papers omg :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbep1Zx8xtI/AAAAAAAAF-8/wHEiNoXBfrc/s1600-h/IMG_4590-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbep1Zx8xtI/AAAAAAAAF-8/wHEiNoXBfrc/s320/IMG_4590-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901020425340626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quick, tell me I have nice nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wokayz, I iz going to studeyh naw. I'm feeling a lil guilty sitting in front of the computer not doing anything. Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Yalah, fake nails la.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Spot the mole on my palm :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-4469827990538301794?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4469827990538301794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=4469827990538301794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/4469827990538301794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/4469827990538301794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/clean-your-room-young-lady.html' title='Clean your room, young lady!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sbep18zmpRI/AAAAAAAAF_E/kdP28WeGvtk/s72-c/IMG_4569-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-7983759523952414987</id><published>2009-03-08T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:10:21.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Alert</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling moody again. Wtf is wrong with me. No, it's not that time of the month. I just feel moody. Graaahh someone please give me a happy pill :( Li-dier I want hugs and slutty kisses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbKkj_EQgKI/AAAAAAAAF-0/Mbehx3K8MYc/s1600-h/DSC03930-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbKkj_EQgKI/AAAAAAAAF-0/Mbehx3K8MYc/s320/DSC03930-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310487848754905250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, take this &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;. Its so accurate, it scares me, literally. Here is my result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Problem solver ma' arse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bollocks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(True, I want to study hard. But I just never put enough effort into it :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-7983759523952414987?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7983759523952414987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=7983759523952414987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7983759523952414987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7983759523952414987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-alert.html' title='Red Alert'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SbKkj_EQgKI/AAAAAAAAF-0/Mbehx3K8MYc/s72-c/DSC03930-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-7311126455163200219</id><published>2009-03-06T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:34:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F'ing Retarded Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You should make a woman angry if you wish her to love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm f'ing pissed. Bitch alert. I feel like ranting. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHOULD I?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh who gives a shit, I'm gonna rant. Everyone keeps poking me! Screw you Facebook. Not only Facebook ok. Poking people is fun. But now, it's just getting ridiculous. I'm covered in virtual bruises from all of this digital poking. I feel like the pixels are getting poked right off of me. But I just can't help myself - I need to keep poking back. It's somehow addictive but it's so freaking annoying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. I WILL outpoke everyone! MARK MY WORDS! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*runs into the room and starts inventing some hi-tech poking machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-7311126455163200219?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7311126455163200219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=7311126455163200219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7311126455163200219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7311126455163200219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/fing-retarded-quotes.html' title='F&apos;ing Retarded Quotes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-3382739001402577989</id><published>2009-03-05T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:49:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg what am I doing here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(exactly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be studying for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sa-9-MARM4I/AAAAAAAAF-s/EZoTwzBqtxE/s1600-h/untitleddg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sa-9-MARM4I/AAAAAAAAF-s/EZoTwzBqtxE/s320/untitleddg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309671361764995970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo. Okay I look blur haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLA! I know, I know, I'm suppose to be studying but what the heck. Anyways, I've got ICT exam tomorrow. Gee, I'm even sure if I can pass ICT. Oh yeah, and Saturday is a schooling day, ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat for my English Exam today. It was okay, quite easy. Paper 1 was the best. We were given 5 choices for Section B and Question number 5 was about Love. Whoah awesome much. Most of my friends wrote about Love, so I guess it's pretty obvious which question I chose. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Love lah, duh)&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure the teachers who are marking the exam papers will have a good laugh. Especially Rachel's paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Eh which question you chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rach :&lt;/span&gt; Oh, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Same! What you wrote about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rach &lt;/span&gt;: About a love story la. 480+ words you know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Omg so long. About?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rach :&lt;/span&gt; Romantic, romantic, romantic, romantic at the end the fella die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rach :&lt;/span&gt; HAHAH! Summore suppose to get married you know or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; WTF WTF WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potong stim betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March school holidays are coming. Omg finally. So, I was just browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.gsc.com.my/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.gsc.com.my&lt;/a&gt;, y'know checking out which movies are on right now and what's coming out. There is so many movies I wanna watch right now, Pink Panter 2, Marley and Me, The Reader, Sex Drive, Slumdog Millionaire, Hotel For Dogs, Race To Witch Mountain, Talentime &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Support Malaysian movies ok!)&lt;/span&gt; and also Confessions Of A Shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg someone please take me out for movies T___T &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*hint hint Jeremy! Movie Marathon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-3382739001402577989?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3382739001402577989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=3382739001402577989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3382739001402577989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3382739001402577989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-what-am-i-doing-here.html' title='Omg what am I doing here..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/Sa-9-MARM4I/AAAAAAAAF-s/EZoTwzBqtxE/s72-c/untitleddg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-1274373937570972961</id><published>2009-03-04T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:09:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Random Things You Didn't Need To Know About Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I suck at remembering names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm sure this is quite common. I hate it especially when I go for events which requires socialising. It's not that I don't like socialising, it's just that I suck at remembering names. Usually I'll forget that person's name and end up calling him/her "Oi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who doesn't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I swear I have never kissed a guy in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But then again, I'm a liar :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I find the colour &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; really annoying. But somehow I find it a turn on when guys wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So, guys.. start wearing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. People say that I'm mature, or that I look mature, but sometimes I act like my shoe size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life's too short, act like a kid when you have the chance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I have 5 moles on my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, five. Not including arms ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I hate birds. They are so freaking noisy and annoying and they don't know when to STFU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just today, there was a bird near the window when I was doing my BM exam paper, the stupid tard kept chirping! Die birds. DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. I tend to judge people by their appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Example : Guys who apply too much wax/gel on their hair = metrosexual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls who don't apply make up = Lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. But then again, this is my opinion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. I have always fantasized of getting married to angmohs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eh! Don't judge me okay! It was the way I was brought up! Watching romantic movies when I was younger, where the main actor is always an angmoh, had fabulous hair and always looked good. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuu wuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. I hate almonds, peanuts.. okay I hate all types of nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, I'm not allergic to nuts. I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. My Chinese name is pronounced as Hor Mun Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not Hoe Moon Yi, learn how to pronounce properly before attempting to call me by my full name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. I cannot pronounce 'salty' properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I kid you not. It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. I can't tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not weird. It's just that my taste buds have failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. I have bushy hair (just in case you didn't notice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like my hair. Stop asking me to go for rebonding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. I hate the song 'Low' by Flo Rida and T-Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawty had them ap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ple bottom jeans, jeans, boots with the fuuurrr&lt;/span&gt;, bleagh. STFU people. STFU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. I (think) am good in Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't prey prey. I can make you look fat and ugly just like that *snaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. My favourite colour is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; lime green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- followed by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and black :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. "One Double Cheeseburger Set, medium please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is what I'll say when I make my orders at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. I am very indecisive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One of my bad characteristic. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. I cannot play chess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have tried learning it several times. But I'll never understand the game. Bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-1274373937570972961?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1274373937570972961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=1274373937570972961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1274373937570972961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1274373937570972961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-random-things-you-didnt-need-to-know.html' title='20 Random Things You Didn&apos;t Need To Know About Michelle'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-8976720469284559295</id><published>2009-02-28T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:59:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On?</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling super emotional now. It's not like I want to be emo now. Especially not on a Saturday. Damn it, Saturdays are suppose to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SajANjgJy4I/AAAAAAAAF9g/IwUtZQms_xI/s1600-h/DSC00905-1-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SajANjgJy4I/AAAAAAAAF9g/IwUtZQms_xI/s320/DSC00905-1-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307703499957062530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;(Don't you just love Polaroid pictures?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone. I feel depressed. I don't feel like myself. God damn it what happened to you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; Michelle. My exams are starting next week. I have no idea how am I going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; score in Add Maths and ICT. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farg,&lt;/span&gt; this what happens when one does not pay attention in ICT class. Thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;who discovered that my computer has Counter Strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, the good thing is that, my desktop is fixed. So, I shall be blogging regularly from now onwards :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-8976720469284559295?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8976720469284559295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=8976720469284559295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/8976720469284559295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/8976720469284559295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Going On?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SajANjgJy4I/AAAAAAAAF9g/IwUtZQms_xI/s72-c/DSC00905-1-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-856630242465598305</id><published>2009-02-18T21:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:27:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not-So-Glamourous-Prefect-Nomination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivFFUFa7I/AAAAAAAAF84/bQHa4MsjKhQ/s1600-h/DSCN3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivFFUFa7I/AAAAAAAAF84/bQHa4MsjKhQ/s320/DSCN3232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307684662716754866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks, I look so fugly in these pictures. Credits to Jeremy for the &lt;s&gt;fugly&lt;/s&gt; pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-856630242465598305?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/856630242465598305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=856630242465598305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/856630242465598305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/856630242465598305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-glamourous-prefect-nomination.html' title='The Not-So-Glamourous-Prefect-Nomination'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivFFUFa7I/AAAAAAAAF84/bQHa4MsjKhQ/s72-c/DSCN3232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-272969302941204011</id><published>2009-02-15T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:28:40.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RRI Games 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivS_EicsI/AAAAAAAAF9A/6i8YP1q85jw/s1600-h/IMG_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivS_EicsI/AAAAAAAAF9A/6i8YP1q85jw/s320/IMG_4559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307684901559104194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(click on the picture and try to look for meee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-272969302941204011?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/272969302941204011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=272969302941204011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/272969302941204011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/272969302941204011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/rri-games-2009.html' title='RRI Games 2009'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivS_EicsI/AAAAAAAAF9A/6i8YP1q85jw/s72-c/IMG_4559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-7164118238301605005</id><published>2009-02-14T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:27:11.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>1. I'm feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just realised that I am listening to Chris Daughtry's What About Now for two hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. or is it three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am secretly in love with sweet talkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate Jennifer Aniston. Life's unfair. Brad Pitt, and now.. John Mayer. F you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For now, I don't think I believe in relationships. I've seen too many break-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss feeling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My blog is dead. Someone call the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate my classmates. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I feel like putting on make up now. Just for the sake of looking pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. To the guy who took the trouble to send me a Valentines Day card, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't think I can hold on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate looking at Miley Cyrus's teeth. It bugs me soo much I feel like pulling it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm starting to love marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Secondhand Serenade is my chill-pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I envy boob-less girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like big butts and I cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Coz' I love the way you call me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Guy :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pengawas awak boleh cakap mandarin ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aiyah tak apa lah *goes on speaking in mandarin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;20. I envy guys with long eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. It's not funny, stop lol-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Stop telling others how perfect your life is. Bloody self centered crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Ku lihat dia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pandangan pertama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ternyata indah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senyuman liriknya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku ingin dia Saat pertama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berjumpa dengannya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Membuat ku gelisah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I get spasm when I look at you in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hey there, stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My contacts expired two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I miss having you here, beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;There goes to another year being alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-7164118238301605005?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7164118238301605005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=7164118238301605005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7164118238301605005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7164118238301605005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-7125075364810484568</id><published>2009-02-01T20:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:49:24.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Of The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EH MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;i saw one movie&lt;br /&gt;that girl LOOKS LIKE YOU WEII&lt;br /&gt;to me la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that a joke? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20 ] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bride wars or sumthing&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, hello :) happy cny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha helo happy cny to u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I WATCHED BRIDE WARS ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;WHO?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other bride&lt;br /&gt;the one keep eating chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATE HUDSON&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;WHERE GOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one looks like you !!&lt;br /&gt;serious la&lt;br /&gt;EVEN UR PICTURE REMINDS ME OF HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay what a compliment wei LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha srious la&lt;br /&gt;imnot jking&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it coz of the hair&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;EH I CHANGED MY HAIRSTYLE HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your face and your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YA MEH&lt;br /&gt;you iz weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32] ω у є м υ и .. [/c=20] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me no weird&lt;br /&gt;you is hot&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you have been living in a cave for the past 8 years, this is Kate Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYWehzthPSI/AAAAAAAAF6U/-zfLEe-9xYQ/s1600-h/kate-hudson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297814840325258530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYWehzthPSI/AAAAAAAAF6U/-zfLEe-9xYQ/s320/kate-hudson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One word, &lt;em&gt;bombshell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the display picture I used on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SX8XXwOyI_I/AAAAAAAAF5U/Frqh0cTqPt0/s1600-h/DSC03741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295977383662330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SX8XXwOyI_I/AAAAAAAAF5U/Frqh0cTqPt0/s320/DSC03741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not-so&lt;/em&gt; bombshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont see the resemblance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-7125075364810484568?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7125075364810484568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=7125075364810484568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7125075364810484568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/7125075364810484568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/joke-of-year.html' title='Joke Of The Year'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYWehzthPSI/AAAAAAAAF6U/-zfLEe-9xYQ/s72-c/kate-hudson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-3197314038607751528</id><published>2009-01-30T20:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:32:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Epic' Outing.</title><content type='html'>Yo. Okay, that was lame. I swear that I am never going to start my post with ‘Yo’ ever again. Anyways, today was another awesome day. I went out with Lydia, Blake and Ikhwan to Pavilion, Times Square and also Sungei&lt;/span&gt; Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning everything started normally. At 9 o’clock I was brutally awoken from a pleasant dream by my mum. I called Lydia to make sure that she was awake. Then I dragged myself to the bathroom for a quick shower. I dressed casually : A nice loose button up blouse, mini skirt and a pair of white sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to leave my house at 10 o’clock then head to school to get my new prefects uniform. I called Lydia again, and the she fell asleep. We reached school around 10.45 AM, collected our uniform and then Keshia, who was kind enough to send us to the LRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we reached the Hang Tuah Station, we waited there for Blake to arrive. We talked and gossiped as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivmH7ffrI/AAAAAAAAF9I/tQ8Mc_v-lNA/s1600-h/DSC03762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivmH7ffrI/AAAAAAAAF9I/tQ8Mc_v-lNA/s320/DSC03762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307685230354595506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia and myself. Oh yes, I got a haircut yesterday. Goodbye split-ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the monorail to Bukit Bintang, it was Blake’s first time on the monorail. It’s much smaller than the LRT, so we were all smashed up together like a sandwich. Then Blake started laughing BECAUSE.. &lt;em&gt;(wait for it, wait for it) &lt;/em&gt;apparently, a Malay lady behind him was jumping up and down&lt;em&gt; (wtf)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Pavilion and we met up with Ikhwan. We bought 3 movie tickets for the movie Bride Wars. Then we walked to Sungei Wang to slack around. Then we walked back to Pavilion for lunch at Pepper &amp;amp; Lunch. &lt;em&gt;(omaigod loves) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5FVMVaEI/AAAAAAAAF5s/0K2dENuvYtY/s1600-h/DSC03764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297069981724665922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5FVMVaEI/AAAAAAAAF5s/0K2dENuvYtY/s320/DSC03764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Beef Pepper Rice which Lydia and I shared. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5UlLPwsI/AAAAAAAAF6E/AgQLCWPhAn8/s1600-h/SDC12452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297070243713106626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5UlLPwsI/AAAAAAAAF6E/AgQLCWPhAn8/s320/SDC12452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was separating the corn from the rice because Lydia don't like corn. &lt;i&gt;Gee, what would you do without me :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5FX1HtOI/AAAAAAAAF50/eFzow6-UoCk/s1600-h/DSC03767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297069982432605410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5FX1HtOI/AAAAAAAAF50/eFzow6-UoCk/s320/DSC03767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lydia and Ikhy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5FtxGQvI/AAAAAAAAF58/xAZKM6PunXI/s1600-h/SDC12447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297069988321313522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SYL5FtxGQvI/AAAAAAAAF58/xAZKM6PunXI/s320/SDC12447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake and myself. The only decent picture. The other pictures we took looked really.. um.. wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3016209&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3016209&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Blake, laughing his arse off. Because of &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/2055904" target="_blank"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; which he was watching from Lydia's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Blake had to go back early because he was suppose to go back by 3 o'clock. But at the end he took the wrong train back home. Poor thing. Now, lets put that a side. The movie : Bride Wars. It was okay, a nice chick flick. An awesome movie to watch with girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the movie ended, we went out of the cinema and we slacked around. We walked to Sungei Wang and Times Square. Overall, it was fun. Blake made us laugh like a bunch of maniacs. One word, fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-3197314038607751528?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3197314038607751528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=3197314038607751528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3197314038607751528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/3197314038607751528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/epic-outing.html' title='&apos;Epic&apos; Outing.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaivmH7ffrI/AAAAAAAAF9I/tQ8Mc_v-lNA/s72-c/DSC03762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-8178974871940215389</id><published>2009-01-19T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:34:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an outing!</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Yes, dead&lt;em&gt; belorg&lt;/em&gt;, I know. Don't rub it in. Anyways, I went to Pavilion last Saturday with Aunt Jo, Joanne and mumzie. We decided to take the LRT and then the monorail there since the traffic jam was horrible. Public transport, people. Public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monorail was horrible. &lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE I TELL YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; Someones hand was actually kinda touching my arse ohmaigod. The freaking monorail is so bloody small yet the damn "monorail guard"-dude fella kept saying &lt;em&gt;"Masuk masuk! Boleh lagi! Masuukkk".&lt;/em&gt; Translation : Get in, get in. There's still space inside. Get in. (Okay, that was so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaiwxyB-5yI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/o6tclec59rA/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaiwxyB-5yI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/o6tclec59rA/s320/DSC03625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307686530146297634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mumzie and myself. The decorations there were like super awesome loh. Then my aunt decided that we would have lunch in Pepper Lunch since it was a new restaurant there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHv316ta1I/AAAAAAAAF0g/MsVafCLioBw/s1600-h/DSC03629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274779782212434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHv316ta1I/AAAAAAAAF0g/MsVafCLioBw/s320/DSC03629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dishes look something like this. You're suppose to cook your own steak and the veggie. Oh, and this dish is called Cut Steak with Egg. Awesome stuff. They also serve it with a bowl of rice. The Shake shake salad is also a must try :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked over to Sungei Wang to do some last minute CNY shopping. I hate it there, its like &lt;em&gt;dong dong chiang&lt;/em&gt; here and there. God damn it, why does Chinese songs have to be so irritating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHxLxtXrCI/AAAAAAAAF1A/h4yqX_DJJHs/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292276221761530914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHxLxtXrCI/AAAAAAAAF1A/h4yqX_DJJHs/s320/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want this vest T_T someone get it for me. It's from Je T'aime in Metrojaya, BB Plaza. RM50 only weii. &lt;s&gt;My mum said my boobs looked like its suffocating when I wear it. Pfft&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHxLpNYaPI/AAAAAAAAF04/0HBQsbMY-Uc/s1600-h/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292276219479877874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHxLpNYaPI/AAAAAAAAF04/0HBQsbMY-Uc/s320/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And and this awesome pair of heels that I got from Vincci for RM34.50. What a steal! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHv4XEdZiI/AAAAAAAAF0w/bbppUp6pE40/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274788681475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SXHv4XEdZiI/AAAAAAAAF0w/bbppUp6pE40/s320/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And a pair of flip flops from some random stall in Sungei Wang. RM10.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Chinese New Year is coming. I repeat Chinese New Year &lt;strong&gt;is coming&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohmaigod angpaos. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGPAOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Don't look at me like that, I'm sure that you guys are thinking about the same thing as well) And &lt;strong&gt;PINEAPPLE TARTS&lt;/strong&gt; OMG *drools*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-8178974871940215389?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8178974871940215389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=8178974871940215389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/8178974871940215389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/8178974871940215389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-outing.html' title='Finally an outing!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SaiwxyB-5yI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/o6tclec59rA/s72-c/DSC03625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-6088247261288449377</id><published>2009-01-13T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:56:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmaigod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWyJ7tAQ3yI/AAAAAAAAFzg/y9G80oA40og/s1600-h/DSC03599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290755321039478562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWyJ7tAQ3yI/AAAAAAAAFzg/y9G80oA40og/s320/DSC03599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wtfz,&lt;/em&gt; guess who got chosen to be a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ 8.48PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIHANNA LIVE IN KL ON THE 13TH FEBRUARY! (Omg, &lt;a href="http://www.sharpnights.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday)&lt;br /&gt;For more information, click &lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/articles/945-Rihanna-Live-In-KL-2009--Stadium-Putra-Bukit-Jalil-MY-13-Feb" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;iz&lt;/em&gt; want to freaking go! Omg, someone please sponsor RM128 and I shall kiss your smelly feet. Or if you are willing to pay for the RM198 tickets and I will worship you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sings*&lt;/em&gt; Ella ella eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokayz, time to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-6088247261288449377?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6088247261288449377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=6088247261288449377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/6088247261288449377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/6088247261288449377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohmaigod.html' title='Ohmaigod'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWyJ7tAQ3yI/AAAAAAAAFzg/y9G80oA40og/s72-c/DSC03599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-2942029210068065145</id><published>2009-01-06T06:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:07:18.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Ke Sekolah</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to blog yesterday but then my idiotic Internet connection was down. So, yeah. ANYWAYS, the fist day of school was.. umm, quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus to school (so I guess that explains why I had to wake up at 5.45am) together with Rachel and &lt;a href="http://thesweetestsinner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lydia&lt;/a&gt;. We went to the canteen to sit down and talk. Oh, that reminds me, the girls said that I was talking too much. Wtf. Then Lydia and I started laughing for no reason and she started singing Miley Cyrus’s “Fly On The Wall”. Rofl. Gosh, I missed those moments &lt;em&gt;*wipes away fake tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Arts stream. The one with ICT, Accounts, Add Maths and Economics. I thought that it would be so much more easier for me since I don't really like Biology, Physics, Chemistry etc. &lt;a href="http://censoredass.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kate-Lyn&lt;/a&gt; and Rachel are also in the same class as me &lt;em&gt;*jumps for joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Cik Shariza as our class teacher. Which was a plus since she taught us Science last year. Oh yes, and I guess that's why Rachel was chosen to be the class monitor. &lt;em&gt;Good luck babe, good luck :)&lt;/em&gt; Our teachers came in and introduced themselves and the subject that they were teaching us. &lt;s&gt;I think I'm starting to like Accounts :D&lt;/s&gt; Uh, I guess it's too early to decide which is my favourite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I'm getting kinda bored talking about school &lt;em&gt;*yawns&lt;/em&gt; Oh yes, look what I found when I was reading &lt;a href="http://catchmebaby.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt;'s blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWKLYkNV-nI/AAAAAAAAFzY/YbaY7Hdor5E/s1600-h/michelle2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287942166639147634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWKLYkNV-nI/AAAAAAAAFzY/YbaY7Hdor5E/s320/michelle2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, Crystal you damn sibeh evil right &lt;em&gt;*sobs&lt;/em&gt; My eyes were closed ohmaigod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, gotta go. It's already 7AM. Off to school, Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-2942029210068065145?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2942029210068065145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=2942029210068065145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/2942029210068065145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/2942029210068065145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/balik-ke-sekolah.html' title='Balik Ke Sekolah'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWKLYkNV-nI/AAAAAAAAFzY/YbaY7Hdor5E/s72-c/michelle2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-8627805080124906444</id><published>2009-01-04T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:43:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Omg no :/ I have to freaking get up at 5.45am tomorrow. Noooo. Then I've gotta sleep early, wake up early. Wash my school shoes during the weekends. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm getting pretty annoyed with &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; people who are asking me to blog more often. &lt;em&gt;(On &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blankedshit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blanked Shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stereotype Shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; It's not like I don't want to blog more often. It's because of my crappy Internet connection&lt;em&gt; (Pss, I'm using wireless)&lt;/em&gt; You have no idea how often I dc when I'm on MSN. Even &lt;a href="http://alilmorepersonalraw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blake&lt;/a&gt; nicknamed me "DC Queen". Pfft, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWDUpCtPjOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/qzvQ2tCrero/s1600-h/SDC11232.jpg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWDUpCtPjOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/qzvQ2tCrero/s1600-h/SDC11232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287459764099321058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWDUpCtPjOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/qzvQ2tCrero/s320/SDC11232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake took this picture of me when we were having lunch at Nando's on Christmas Eve. Ignore the ugly eyes :) And that annoying strand of hair there. Aiyah the whole damn picture is just plain bad lah. Oh and those little pink packets that I'm holding are Christmas presents for the girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287459844996453138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWDUtwEn0xI/AAAAAAAAFyg/PNg-vmajHF0/s320/SDC11244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Blake and myself. I accidentally cut myself out of the picture when I snapped this photo. (Ugh, bad picture. Bad picture) So, Blake decided to be fair and he cropped out his face. Rofl. Oh, and it's snowing behind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-8627805080124906444?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8627805080124906444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=8627805080124906444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/8627805080124906444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/8627805080124906444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School Starts Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SWDUpCtPjOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/qzvQ2tCrero/s72-c/SDC11232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-1088725039614558988</id><published>2009-01-01T23:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:57:18.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, Oh-My-God It's 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286360003999771154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SVzsalE9KhI/AAAAAAAAFxw/9O2sbof5LyA/s320/DSC03513.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is my new and current hairstyle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286360469598913186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SVzs1rkcQqI/AAAAAAAAFyA/1jGtjEgAaBs/s320/DSC03516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is &lt;a href="http://thesweetestsinner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lydia-O&lt;/a&gt; and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pictures taken last two weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2009. Can you believe it? Nooo, I want it to be 2008 :( I do not want to be 16! Nor I do not want to go to Form 4, and most importantly, I do not want to go to school :( Gah, I'm that lazy, bite me. I don't think I'm ready to get tanned again. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286391236850625906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SV0I0kg4LXI/AAAAAAAAFyI/gLg-N_QmTts/s320/IMG_2071-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mummy ;) She looks happy here coz I bought Cookies N' Cream from Baskin Robbins for her :D &lt;em&gt;(I know, right? Tell me that I'm an awesome daughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SV0I0zZP5xI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/KfSw3K-DKBE/s1600-h/IMG_2848-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286391240845158162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SV0I0zZP5xI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/KfSw3K-DKBE/s320/IMG_2848-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, she's 52 years old. (She claims that her birthday is actually on the 31st December and that my late grandmother lied about her birth date.) Okay, I am so going off topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'll cut all the corny "I love you mummy! You're the best!" part. So you guys wouldn't puke on your monitor.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Clears throat*&lt;/em&gt; Today, she's 52 years old. She has taught me so many things that I am grateful for. She taught me the importance of family. She demonstrated unconditional love. She handed down to me the important values in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, you have set an example, throughout your life of what a mother and woman should be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And yes, she reads my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh yah! That reminds me. My mum damn cute lor. Just yesterday I asked her what she wanted for dinner since it's like her last meal for 2008. Of all things, she said she wanna have Laksa. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I lied about not being corny. Hah, that shows that you can't trust me :P&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S : I went to Pavilion to watch Australia with my mum. Awesome stuff. Go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-1088725039614558988?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1088725039614558988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=1088725039614558988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1088725039614558988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/1088725039614558988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-oh-my-god-its-2009.html' title='Like, Oh-My-God It&apos;s 2009'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SVzsalE9KhI/AAAAAAAAFxw/9O2sbof5LyA/s72-c/DSC03513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-6684758929443351928</id><published>2008-12-30T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:58:03.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollocks</title><content type='html'>Okay, I take it back. I feel nervous now. I am no more relaxed. Someone please give me a happy pill. Or a chill pill &lt;em&gt;(Omg lame joke *slaps self*)&lt;/em&gt; It's like 1.30am now, and I am still awake. The PMR results will be out by 10am. And I'm suppose to get up around 9am, leave my house by 9.30am then walk to school with &lt;a href="http://thesweetestsinner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lydia&lt;/a&gt;. Dang dang dang. Oh BTW, I can still fit into my uniform woot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ 3.24am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am still freaking awake. 6 hours and 26 more minutes. I feel so moody. So bitchy. I feel like smacking someone with my handbag like,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on purpose.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh, call me evil. But I just feel like I need to do it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ 11.59am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks. Fat, big, saggy, wrinkly bollocks. 2As, 3Bs and 2Cs. Fucking sheet &lt;em&gt;*bangs head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 5.47pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My parents were surprisingly okay with my results. My mother asked me to "buckle up" while my dad gave me some Maths question. Rofl. No, I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad :&lt;/strong&gt; Okay lah, daddy also don't want to comment alot about your results. I'll give you RM 100 for each A. &lt;em&gt;*long pause*&lt;/em&gt; But you have to give me back RM 50 for each B, &lt;em&gt;*longer pause*&lt;/em&gt; and RM 100 for each C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; YER WHERE CAN LIDDAT!?! So, it means I have to pay you RM 150 lah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad :&lt;/strong&gt; Are you sure or not? Count again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Yalah! Correct what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, yes. Correct. Daddy trying to test you only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. That old man ar. Oh, and my mum and I had like a 5 minute serious talk earlier about my results. &lt;em&gt;"Let this be a lesson".&lt;/em&gt; Freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-6684758929443351928?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6684758929443351928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=6684758929443351928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/6684758929443351928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/6684758929443351928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/bollocks.html' title='Bollocks'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063941936786543346.post-4879161456836306881</id><published>2008-12-29T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:25:21.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotype?</title><content type='html'>I was getting bored of &lt;a href="http://blankedshit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blanked Shit&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's because I have too many pictures in it. So, I guess this will be another blog where it will have more words and it will be more detailed, rather than just putting pictures in the blog posts. &lt;em&gt;(Everyone knows that pictures make posts looks longer)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://blankedshit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blanked Shit&lt;/a&gt; will still be my main blog though. &lt;a href="http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stereotype Shit&lt;/a&gt; will probably be full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my computer has been dead for almost a month. I guess that explains my absence in &lt;a href="http://blankedshit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blanked Shit&lt;/a&gt;. I'll blog regularly from now onwards. That's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quite dull. I mean, duh. It's the school holiday. I have been spending most of my time sleeping, watching TV, eating, going online, and going on outings. Omg, I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PMR results are coming out on Tuesday. Somehow, I feel quite relaxed. It's like, I don't even care about my results. It's just so wrong. Basically every Form 3s I know are going insane about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMFG Mich, results on Tuesday. Are you ready for it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer? No. I am not ready for it. I feel like the holidays have just started. Gosh, I'm not even ready for school! Not to mention homework, studying or exams. Le sigh. I don't think I can fit into my school uniform. Shit, now I need to get a new uniform. Ah damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7063941936786543346-4879161456836306881?l=stereotypeshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4879161456836306881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7063941936786543346&amp;postID=4879161456836306881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/4879161456836306881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7063941936786543346/posts/default/4879161456836306881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypeshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog.html' title='Stereotype?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15906263443257215390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9gUy399Yik/SiT11f2-FLI/AAAAAAAAGGY/q6gJeRsFM5E/S220/4460_84139373198_737498198_1914228_7531548_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
