<?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-6552937</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:38:30.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahahaahahhaha</title><subtitle type='html'>the greatest fan of your life. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111245226053075447</id><published>2005-04-02T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:31:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE HAVE MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nothingbutgoodlooks.diary-x.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111245226053075447?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111245226053075447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111245226053075447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-have-moved_02.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111245225205004202</id><published>2005-04-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:30:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE HAVE MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nothingbutgoodlooks.diary-x.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111245225205004202?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111245225205004202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111245225205004202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111228216688146236</id><published>2005-03-31T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:29:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohooo. I love holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was sentosa with khoo sab and kim. It was all good, except for the stinky make shift toilets and the freaking tsunami wave!! Ok, this is what happened. The four of us were playing around in the water. And the water level was like bout.. Up to our chest areas la. Sab and khoo had enough and went back to the deck chairs. So it was just me and kim left fooling around in the water when suddenly this HUUUGE wave came in. I swear it was freaking freaking big! It brought me all the way back to shore when the second big one came in. I got up from the sand to find that my sports bra had rolled up like a rotini, exposing my tits! Embarrassing like fuck! Lucky thing only kim saw. Khoo saw a bit too, from far, thank god. There I was so traumatised and there she was pointing at me and laughing non stop. While she herself was being swept in the wave, she could still scream 'Tsunami! Tsumani!'. So cute la babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were so excited about shopping at harbour front centre after tanning while sab and I on the other hand, never heard about that place. The place turned out to be boring so we headed to town and sat on that freaking vibrating (haha babe!) bridge talking about the old times. Sigh, those were the days huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I miss everyone in our group...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111228216688146236?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111228216688146236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111228216688146236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/woohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111211507821612097</id><published>2005-03-30T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T00:51:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD MICHELLE KHOO YOLK LIN. WHAT DID YOU DO TO OUR BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111211507821612097?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111211507821612097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111211507821612097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-my-god-michelle-khoo-yolk-lin.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111193721295273051</id><published>2005-03-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:26:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good to be back. It's been a hell of a ride. The exams, and now, the supp papers. I'm just glad I got through the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; supp papers to prepare for, let the party begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see what I have planned and waited a million years for.&lt;br /&gt;Tanning at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it will lead to SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;(But somehow, there's not much NICE things to buy anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I COULD GET A XBOX!&lt;br /&gt;Or an amp. (Yes, we haven't bought one.)&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PAINTING BABE'S ROOM! Which is tomorrow. HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;I Can't hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what's been happening, not much really. OH SAM HAS A NEW PUPPY AND ITS FREAKING CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How sick can a person make you feel?&lt;/span&gt; Kindness does not pay you shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111193721295273051?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111193721295273051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111193721295273051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/helloooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111177898969521552</id><published>2005-03-26T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T03:35:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OLPS IS MY CHURCH BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BACK TO UR CHING CHONG NEIGHBOURHOOD CHURCH,WHERE U CAME FROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U NEVER BELONGED TO THE EAST SIDE ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT UR KINDA PLACE,IT'S TOO HIGH CLASS FOR UR FUCK FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111177898969521552?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111177898969521552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111177898969521552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/olps-is-my-church-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111162932625161049</id><published>2005-03-24T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:55:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is 9.43am. I will be sitting for the second paper later and I've not covered every lecture yet neither have I memorized shit. But I am glad to say, after one whole semester, this morning, I finally understood what all the different gates stood for. BUT WHAT IS THE USE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God for supp papers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait til Saturday. I've made so many plans already. I am gonna help babe paint her room and go tanning and work and work so I can shop and shop and book a hotel (hopefully?) AND GET FUCKED FOR MY RESULTS. Ahya enjoy first, kena later. Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's funny. Just a few minutes ago while going through the lecture notes, I had a whole entry typed out in my head. And now I can't remember what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in the last entry that I miss so many people. And I really do! I miss nicole desker (burn stamford cafe!) I DON'T miss sab (cos I saw you yesterday! Just kidding haha.) I miss goh huiyi. Michelle Khoo. Sandra Lim. Pisai. Amanda Lam. Ricco Alam. My Mum. Nathan and Aunty Mary. (In no particular order yeah.) I MISS SO MANY PEOPLE. Those I missed out doesn't mean I don't miss you. It just means that I have short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES BABE DON'T WORRY I MISS YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; get back to work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111162932625161049?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111162932625161049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111162932625161049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-is-9.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111145986429440621</id><published>2005-03-22T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:51:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time Check: 10.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got about, 1 hour and 15 mins left before I start getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yanked myself outta bed early this morning just to do the last minute revision. And I did go through my notes, but found myself using the computer a couple of times (like now). I have to do something about my attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through all that I should memorize. Ok, not really. But I can't absorb shit no more!! I doubt I'll make it through this semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I can't wait for holidays. But then. I'd have to get my results. OH THE HORROR. I'd have to face the wrath of my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many people... Nick, Amanda Lam, Ricco... So many more. I will catch up once the papers are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111145986429440621?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111145986429440621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111145986429440621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-check-10.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111104498060820900</id><published>2005-03-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:36:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a lil note to everyone who played a part in my life.im damnnnnn bored now la.ahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby: thanks for being that cute bu that u are.doing stupid dance moves and saying stupidly funny thing.thanks for making me feel so comfortable with u.i love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yip: thanks for listening to all my shit.more wolverine games??? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise: thanks ah for being so tall and make all of us seems so short!!!!!!!!but thanks for ur macdonals coupon and for that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: thanks for that night too.thanks for sharing ur ciggs.hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick: thanks for listening to my shit all the time,for ur ciggs,and sharing cab home with me so i only pay half,and sharing ur mp3 when we're in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab: thanks for ur wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee: want to disappear for how long!??!?!?!!? but still,thanks for all the drinks at ur party.meet up soon!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ck: happy birthday darling!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi: our damn stupid quarrels in sec1.hahahahhaaaaaaaaa.but still,ure one nice friend to have.will u eat more???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rae/jo: u both come under one name because u both are inseperable!!! damn sweet together la u both...thanks for the car rides,and the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicholas/derick/camel : thanks for making slacking sessions so much more fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna tan: my neighbour from k2.thanks for barbie doll tinmes to throwing fart bomb into our neighbour's house to sharing clothes to sharing ciggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda tan: my friend from primary 1. although we hardly even talk after sec4, i will remember u..of coz i will rmb u..after the vodoo shit and all.hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara: wah lau sara.never change u know u from primary 1 until now.unending number of guys.so hot la u.thanks for the friendship.catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack/fhai/selwyn/weng tat/willie:u guys make rp so much more fun.thanks for teaching me how to play dota properly.hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophia/sheena/geraldine/jaclyn: thanks for everything.from ur advices to ciggs.i will miss sitting outside school for 2 and a half hours talking about shit.now all 5 of us got boyfriend.hahahhahahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.now let's see who gets married first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leann/saph/nan bin/phae: thanks for making our sec 4 class a much more fun place.i like to hear u guys bitch.ahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan: i cant believe im still talking to u after all the shit that u did.but im glad i did, see what great friends we've become.thanks for being that funny shit that u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marc sim: brotherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...u are the best la.but can u stop calling me in the morning when im on holidays????hahaaa..thanks for the man u jersey.and for accompanying me when i dont feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riwei: although we dont talk anymore,ure someone i still care about.thanks for teaching me math during o levels,and for the ciggs,and letting me go over to ur place when i have nothing to do in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua ong fu ling: bloody asshole.go cut ur hair la..damn ugly.im sorry for the shit ive caused u!!!!u have no idea how guilty i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timothy tan: u were shorter than me in sec1 !!!!!!!! hhahaaaaaa...we have to catch up soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ive left out any names..im sorry!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111104498060820900?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111104498060820900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111104498060820900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/lil-note-to-everyone-who-played-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-111035290689362089</id><published>2005-03-09T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:21:46.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When love seems like a stranger all over again,&lt;br /&gt;and you know you cant fight the feeling you feel within.&lt;br /&gt;When tears are running down your face at night,&lt;br /&gt;and to make it through just a day you fight with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;When waking up seems to have no purpose,&lt;br /&gt;and you lay there thinking of what you know you miss.&lt;br /&gt;When all your strength has turned to weak,&lt;br /&gt;and you dont know what to say, feel, or think.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone when your in a crowded room,&lt;br /&gt;and you just pray that this will all end soon.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel the depression of love from the pain it cost,&lt;br /&gt;and you dont want anymore except for the things in which you lost.&lt;br /&gt;When questions you've never thought come rushing through your mind,&lt;br /&gt;and you wonder in your heart "will this love again i find?"&lt;br /&gt;When you put away the evidence of the happiness you felt before,&lt;br /&gt;and you talk aloud crying you cant handle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When you sit by yourself wondering what could have been,&lt;br /&gt;and you ask yourself why couldnt you have changed then.&lt;br /&gt;And when you ask why with pain to the one God above,&lt;br /&gt;only then you wonder why it took so long to realise you were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-111035290689362089?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111035290689362089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/111035290689362089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-love-seems-like-stranger-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110987625491427086</id><published>2005-03-04T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T03:41:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yip,sam and denise for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&amp;denise,seriously,i dont know what i would have done if u guys didnt keep me company.although it was only 2 hours,u guys seriously helped to take things off my mind.u two have really been a great help.i have no other way to thank u.but seriously,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know these past 1 year plus i havent been spending much time with u guys like last time because im out with tim.sorry.i juz enjoyed his company so much i wanted to be with him all the time.but its not that i dont enjoy ur company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick will u walk me back evertime i go back with u guys?im so used to someone always walking me back,ill never get use to walking back by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we have our daily conference again?&lt;br /&gt;can we all start going for church together again?&lt;br /&gt;can we all go back to what it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;and can we watch movies together?because right now i dont have anyone to watch movies with and there are so many shows i wanna watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously guys, im so sorry ive abandoned u all for so long. it wont be like that anymore. now u have me all to yourselves. i love u all. havent said that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110987625491427086?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110987625491427086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110987625491427086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-ya-thanks-yipsam-and-denise-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110987277889570993</id><published>2005-03-04T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:29:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would end so soon.but it was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry abt me.ill be fine on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u.always have and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110987277889570993?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110987277889570993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110987277889570993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110973328957010032</id><published>2005-03-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:24:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When class is too boring, or when all else fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE ARE QUIZES LIKE THESE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/winnie-the-pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, he doesn't wear pants!&lt;br /&gt;And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/gaychildhoodiconquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahaha! It's so funny can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a&gt;___Yip.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110973328957010032?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110973328957010032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110973328957010032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-class-is-too-boring-or-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110969159427584417</id><published>2005-03-01T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:39:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so fucking pisssssed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've had it. &lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt; don't push it, I don't want any of us to be sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110969159427584417?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110969159427584417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110969159427584417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-so-fucking-pisssssed.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110952403449483277</id><published>2005-02-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:18:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone slap me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mind is beginning to stray. Is there an antidote for this. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sensitive glands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; don't stop pumping for some reason. When certain things are better left unsaid, should they be burried deeper in the sand, or left there for the wind and rain to reveal it over time. Maybe it's something that I can't stop. That has been built after the many times of defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Or maybe I just need a cigarette...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;___Yip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110952403449483277?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110952403449483277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110952403449483277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/someone-slap-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110929357092249283</id><published>2005-02-25T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T09:06:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabrina (ian??ahhaha) tan siok min!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will personally go down to ur house and send the damn photos to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pester u day and night for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(     :(     send me la........thanks webs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110929357092249283?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110929357092249283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110929357092249283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/sabrina-ianahhaha-tan-siok-min-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110913296008117292</id><published>2005-02-23T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:26:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;We'll start a fire and burn some bridges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;With a hundred thousand lights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Darkness is everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Burn TP??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___Yip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110913296008117292?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110913296008117292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110913296008117292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-start-fire-and-burn-some-bridges.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110913230061924033</id><published>2005-02-23T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:27:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Am I at the Losing End once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm skeptical, can't help it, it's freaking me out. For the previous one too many times, being subjected to manipulation, tables turning around and around have proven; once bitten twice shy. Should that be catalogued as a gift or a talent, or just plain deviousness. Was I made to be fooled? Or to be played by the other. How can you be so sure you won't be a victim this time round without affecting anything else around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110913230061924033?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110913230061924033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110913230061924033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/am-i-at-losing-end-once-again-im.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110883527507466281</id><published>2005-02-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:26:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The many things in life we take for granted. For instance, education. Not all are given the opportunity to do what they desire. Some want this diploma way more than I do but are not fortunate as I am. Placed before me, with all the bills settled, and I'm taking it for granted. Time is crucial. Especially when it's too late to realise your mistakes. And all you can do is rush. Or just go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how to turn back time? Only myself to blame. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110883527507466281?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110883527507466281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110883527507466281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/many-things-in-life-we-take-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110869355651749559</id><published>2005-02-18T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:30:06.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I feel like shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My neck is stiff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The lab is freaking cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have SOOOO many projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my hair sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm looking forward to today. (After that darn excursion.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those who didn't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RICCO ALAM IS BACK IN TOWN.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110869355651749559?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110869355651749559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110869355651749559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110865612640701451</id><published>2005-02-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:02:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Republic poly open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little note to all u soon to be poly people(like finally!!!!!!!), dont go to RP.ull regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110865612640701451?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110865612640701451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110865612640701451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-republic-poly-open-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110845147881645177</id><published>2005-02-15T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:11:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby and i went to the zoo on valentines day.so fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!love u stup bu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4832175_3e8e07955f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110845147881645177?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110845147881645177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110845147881645177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-and-i-went-to-zoo-on-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110832405701686836</id><published>2005-02-14T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T03:47:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;And I want to be sedated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;___Yip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110832405701686836?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110832405701686836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110832405701686836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-4-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110822848510912394</id><published>2005-02-13T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:14:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(adj.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not sure or certain; doubtful: unemployed and facing an insecure future.&lt;br /&gt;2. Inadequately guarded or protected; unsafe: A shortage of military police made the air base insecure.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not firm or fixed; unsteady.&lt;br /&gt;          a. Lacking stability; troubled.&lt;br /&gt;          b. Lacking self-confidence; plagued by anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one is to blame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110822848510912394?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110822848510912394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110822848510912394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/insecurity-adj.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110806146231327333</id><published>2005-02-11T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:08:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY has been _____. I don't know, you fill in the blanks. I slept the afternoon away and then headed off to my grandma's. Oh, and guess what? Today is my chinese birthday bodoh. My grandma gave me another red packet for that. And the total amount collected, too miserable to count em. But I do know this, which makes it suck even more. My neice and nephew, each, has got way more than me. Prolly twice as much. Or even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying in bed. I'm so freaking sleepy but I've got the urge to blog. Been drained out. The lack of sleep. The running around after a hyper active kid. The baby sitting. The work. And things will only get worse 2mor. Suffering from fatigue, I still gotta get my sorry ass down to doing some preoject. Thanks to inconsiderate classmates with no sense of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Valentine's Day seems to be coming out of everybody's mouth. My sis is lying down on the floor next to me, and even she asked her friend what she was doing on that day. Hmm, it's not that important to me actually, single or attached. Esecially since kimberloo is working. Valentine's Day, a special day for couples? A lonely day for the singles? To me, it's just any other normal day. It's like an advertised day where lovers feel the sudden urge to celebrate their love for their partners. CORRECT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok suddenly, I lost the mood for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110806146231327333?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110806146231327333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110806146231327333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110786826046599297</id><published>2005-02-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:16:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today feels like a Sunday. Maybe because I spent the whole afternoon cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to lie in &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; tonight. My bed will be soooo clean. The power rainbow vacuum cleaner. 'voooom' all over the mattresses. I almost felt sorry for the bed bugs. With the help of my dad, we got rid of all the dust in the room. Ok, not all. But pretty much la. I never thought dust could be so thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I found under my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Coins. $1.25 in total.&lt;br /&gt;2. The remote control for my player. It was missing for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;3. The left side of an old &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;room slipper.&lt;br /&gt;4. A pack of listerine. Its not mine, too hot for me.&lt;br /&gt;5. One inhaler.&lt;br /&gt;6. The other side of my globe socks. Was missing for quite a while too.&lt;br /&gt;7. A picture of me and hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Hunt bodoh. It's a boring Chinese New Year Eve. Let's go outtt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year, the only thing you look forward to is the money. It's all about red packets, goodies with sky high calories, and the fake smiles with a red reward. I can't wait to go to my maternal side though. My Father's side is so bloody well behaved. Non of them smoke. It's a totally different thing with the Wongs. Vulgarities, tobacco, alcohol and mahjong. Don't get me wrong, they are nice people, REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I won't have the time to blog for the next few days. To everyone, pig out and collect ang pau! Many many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110786826046599297?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110786826046599297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110786826046599297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-feels-like-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110770204627599344</id><published>2005-02-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:00:46.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's sunday.I hate sundays.Because everyone goes home for dinner early on sundays.But on a brighter side, i dont have school for the whole of this coming week. woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110770204627599344?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110770204627599344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110770204627599344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110736085969587868</id><published>2005-02-03T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T00:17:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed my stitches today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The projects are killing me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I bought cigs with MY OWN ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110736085969587868?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110736085969587868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110736085969587868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/02/quick-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110713384319849773</id><published>2005-01-31T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T09:11:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since yip uploaded all the photos that i was going to,ill upload those pictures i didnt send her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4016605_04adca2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4016606_6e7add63cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4016607_98c3cc6b28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby baby baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4016897_89bff68dc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110713384319849773?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110713384319849773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110713384319849773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/since-yip-uploaded-all-photos-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110710190971187774</id><published>2005-01-31T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:20:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY KICKED ASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldn't be possible without you guys. Love to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what was going on after khoo let the cat outta the bag (once again). I&lt;em&gt;n her screechy voice&lt;/em&gt; 'Ay, why must bring uniform ah.' I gave her the 'oh my god' look while the rest shot glares. Haha, love you la khoo.&lt;br /&gt;So my 'birthday dare' was to&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; put the uniform on. Then I had to be blindfolded. So I thought they were gonna throw water balloons or cake at me. Instead, they put fruit cake in my mouth. (It was horrible.) When the blindfold was taken off and the Happy Birthday song started, I looked around and was seriously surprised. EVERYONE was in uniform! Even trevor and jo were in their SAC and PLMGS (sorta) uniform. Collars were unbuttoned, badges were missing, we were making noise and smoking. (And Khoo fooling around with a patrician.) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast. I wish I had every minute of it recorded on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the planners and those who were there. &lt;strong&gt;Nick, Sab, Kim, Khoo, Hui, Jo, Rae, Trev, Derick, Tim, Mel, Sam, Denise.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you so much guys. And to all who wished me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035755635@N01/3993962/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="my favourite people" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3993962_80bad1e9f9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Jo and Rae. Haha! (Mrs Sng should see this man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035755635@N01/3993961/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="yip's bday 021" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/3993961_8b85f1c68c.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross dressers! Suave Nick and Sexy Timmo(with the irresistable bangs all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035755635@N01/3992690/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="yip's bday 015" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3992690_be6cdbfeb5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones in uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035755635@N01/3992689/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="yip's bday 017" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/3992689_769a8f3fe9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we send this to Katong Convent? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110710190971187774?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110710190971187774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110710190971187774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-birthday-kicked-ass-and-it-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110709868729363750</id><published>2005-01-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:24:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday yip !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    enjoy the last 7 mins of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110709868729363750?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110709868729363750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110709868729363750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-yip-enjoy-last-7-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110687436729965779</id><published>2005-01-28T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:06:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking classmates are pissing me off.my class starts at 830 everyday...AT FUCKING 830 THERE'S ONLY LESS THAN 10 PEOPLE IN CLASS.and this happens everyday.everyday class starts close to 9 coz of all these irresponsible people.what&lt;br /&gt;'s their excuse?CANNOT WAKE UP.FUCK U AND WHY DONT U TRY TELLING UR BOSS THAT NEXT TIME AT WORK?if im ur boss,i make sure u get fired in that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE LATE.AND WORST,IF THEY TELL ME ITS BECAUSE THEY CANT WAKE UP.EVER THOUGHT ABOUT SLEEPING EARLIER AND WAKING UP ON TIME???????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking irritated because some facilitators are fucking nice and they wont downgrade all those fucking late comers.and people like me sit here like a fucking dog waiting for them and i get a grade lower than them.doesnt fucking pay to be responsible to come on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U ALL U LATE COMERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110687436729965779?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110687436729965779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110687436729965779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/fucking-classmates-are-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110684639439846601</id><published>2005-01-28T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T01:19:54.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minidick's gone. Lost the trademark. Gain the pain! It's starting to hurt now ROAR. For all those who showed their concern, thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my pisai left. Although I know leaving would mean she'll return, but it's sad. You know what I mean. I really enjoyed the day at Sentosa with you shithead. We'll still have our conversations online alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK NICK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll do just fine buddy. Don't you worry. Everybody pray for Nick to pass her TP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the reply. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110684639439846601?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110684639439846601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110684639439846601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/minidicks-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110681319744301018</id><published>2005-01-27T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:06:37.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been seeing this guy around..and he's SO HANDSOME !!!!!!!!!!!! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110681319744301018?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110681319744301018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110681319744301018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-been-seeing-this-guy-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110664065509704958</id><published>2005-01-25T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:10:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this post is just to let everyone know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Birthday is on the 30th of January!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention of saying that is only because of ONE reason. A handful of people have been msging me to wish me Happy Birthday. Thanks guys, haha, BUT IT'S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna how kanjiong spider ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110664065509704958?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110664065509704958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110664065509704958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-this-post-is-just-to-let-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110663955666452620</id><published>2005-01-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:55:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Baked to the crisp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sentosa with pisai, saph and michelle was great. Aside the fact that I am terribly burnt. At least I'm tanner! Pisai tried her best to stay out of the sun while the other three couldn't stay in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am at home nursing my skin, with nothing else to do. I'll have to do the dishes and fold the clothes. Free labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extreme make over! &lt;/em&gt;My eyelids need you badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless of what to do and what to assume. For the both of you, I am around if ever you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110663955666452620?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110663955666452620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110663955666452620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/baked-to-crisp.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110637865898699178</id><published>2005-01-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:30:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CMSY test - 2 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;Coverage - Bare.&lt;br /&gt;Status - Wheezing, stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the least worried bout failing? Why why why. A moment ago, I was in a dilemma - to take MC or not. (I'm still stuck with that question) I shall just go for the test. It's only 15% anyway. Somehow, that's not so comforting anymore. I'll prolly score the lowest in the cohort ever. ROAR. I just cant give a shit, why why why. I'm in a course that can major in librarianship. (yeah i know, I couldn't believe there was a diploma for librarianship.) Which librarian fixes &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Computers" target="_blank"&gt;computers&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the motherboard. Screw the daughterboard. To hell with all the drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wash my feet and cleanse my pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the selfish, take the weak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the things I cannot hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the beauty, take my tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sin and soiled heart - make it yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my world, it all is yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it now, take it now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To serve the ones that I despise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak the words I can't deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watch the world I used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall to dust and blow away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110637865898699178?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110637865898699178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110637865898699178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/cmsy-test-2-hours-away.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110637556876518366</id><published>2005-01-22T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:47:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday dee!!so no one got drunk this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,they just showed a walk to remember on hbo.hahaha.my favourite show.i really want a guy like that.hahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110637556876518366?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110637556876518366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110637556876518366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-deeso-no-one-got-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110633915170091927</id><published>2005-01-22T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T04:25:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Instant porridge never tasted this good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though still a lil crunchy. And extremely salty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whoever came up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The pot calling the kettle black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The good things in life are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Try telling your boss at work, 'better late than never'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___Yip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110633915170091927?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110633915170091927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110633915170091927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/instant-porridge-never-tasted-this.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110630222804368741</id><published>2005-01-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:10:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Update.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dee's party tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a paper 2mor,&lt;br /&gt;I've not studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study,&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sirens of last night,&lt;br /&gt;ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visions deciphered in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;emblazoned in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nervous pangs,&lt;br /&gt;still mixing in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said bye,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's counted initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm human,&lt;br /&gt;with a small heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to tolerate,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it gets too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to see,&lt;br /&gt;but get pushed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My op is scheduled for next Thursday. It's a minor one, but you have no idea how chickened out I am. Hospitals and me, don't go very well. It's like, metal in a microwave; not good. I've been to the hospital so many times, that's the last place I want to be. But oh well, everyone has a price to pay for their foolish actions, don't they? I'll be in bandages on my 18th birthday. How cool is that. (No pictures please.) 'It's ok, we won't have seafood for your dinner,' said my Mum. NO SEAFOOD! I was salivating at the spread of sambal sting ray and chilli crab in my thought bubble just the other day. Hohooho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lil early, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Dee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110630222804368741?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110630222804368741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110630222804368741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/update.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110598158568063522</id><published>2005-01-18T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:06:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while. Ok, update update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It's been so long, I don't even know what to update on? Ok, to start off, its the term tests this week. So I've been really stressed out over not being stressed out. Which make things worse. But it turns out that my first two papers were a breeze. And, I have no clue on the subject I am sitting for tomorrow. Highlight of this week: My first consultation at CGH. No, I am not sick. All of you say your goodbyes to minidick. He's gonna go soon. I'm kinda reluctant? Someone slap me, it's hideous I know. But it's kinda like my trademark. He's so lovable, everyone likes to touch him. Ok, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people I need to catch up on. Ricco (so sorry bout your birthday), Pisai, Amanda, Tannia, etc. And so many other things to do, BESIDES SCHOOL. Oh, does anyone have an amp to sell for second hand pricing? Small one please, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be doing fine. Don't get me wrong, that's a good thing. It's just not good that things were/are left this way. I don't know if I should speak to you, only because I am not sure if you want to speak to me. It's not that I don't bother, sometimes it's just hard to. But I do care. I'm not good with words and attempting to express myself often lands me up in shit. But my intentions are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH. Nick, stop doing that stupid face before I slap you! I wanna take your picture!! Everyone, &lt;strong&gt;PRAY FOR NICK TO PASS HER TP ON THE 28th of JANUARY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Ahem.&lt;/em&gt; 12 days to YIP'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110598158568063522?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110598158568063522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110598158568063522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110554228587978817</id><published>2005-01-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:04:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that irritate me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people who talk to me in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;2. people who borrow my things and dont return&lt;br /&gt;3. teachers who cant stop talking&lt;br /&gt;4. people who ask 349573495879 questions during a talk.i wanna go off !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. people who call me when im sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6. a laggy computer&lt;br /&gt;7. heavy metal music&lt;br /&gt;8. ah lians&lt;br /&gt;9. people who dress hong kong/ jap style.&lt;br /&gt;10. guys who claim an ah lian is hot &lt;br /&gt;11. an empty fridge&lt;br /&gt;12. not having enough time&lt;br /&gt;13. that stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;14. another stupid bitch&lt;br /&gt;15. a dirty bed&lt;br /&gt;16. reality shows.&lt;br /&gt;17. someone having too much passion for something.and cant stop talking abt it&lt;br /&gt;18. my lecturer&lt;br /&gt;19. not having enough money&lt;br /&gt;20. s-p-g.(it's people who like ang moh,in case u didnt know)&lt;br /&gt;21. people who uses the word WORXXXXX or LE &lt;br /&gt;22. drunk people&lt;br /&gt;23. people who are late.(ALL OF U ARE GUILTY OF THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;24. poeple who keep hitting my chair from behind in a cinema&lt;br /&gt;25. kung fu hustle&lt;br /&gt;26. gangster movies&lt;br /&gt;27. people who eat like a snail&lt;br /&gt;28. chinese songs&lt;br /&gt;29. people who cut my queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reality the list can reach 39827329847239,i juz cant think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110554228587978817?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110554228587978817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110554228587978817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-that-irritate-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110549979758899315</id><published>2005-01-12T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:16:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is every girl in the o.c so hot !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! summer is hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.marissa is pretty and tall and thin.alex is some punk rock chiccccccccccc and shes so pretty !!!!!!!!! and then there is linsay (or is it linsy?whatever),she's so sweet,girl next door kinda face.oh and then there was anna from season 1 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone has season 2 episode 6 onwards please lend me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110549979758899315?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110549979758899315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110549979758899315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-is-every-girl-in-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110506455975476449</id><published>2005-01-07T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:22:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Khoo, we love you. So pull yourself together you bloody bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my breakkk. I once again alone in a lab. (I should save that line as a temmplate don't you think?) The air conditioning in the lab made this wierd spooky sound when i stepped in. Truth be told, I did get a lil freaked out. Haha. Chicken heart can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the busiest and the most tired. Why is school so fucked up? I bet I'm not the only one feeling shitty bout Singapore's education policies and blah blah blah. I've got so many things to complete but not even the least inspiration in me to do a good job. On a lighter note, I found a way to cheat my way through my 20-entry journal if i should have nothing to write about. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Desker... We got bout 20 odd days more!! Woohoo. Please be my chauffeur on my birthday. Hoho. Who sit behind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to leave things stagnant? I'm not sure if i should call, I don't know if you want me to. I don't want things to end up worse. Let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110506455975476449?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110506455975476449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110506455975476449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/khoo-we-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110490005371380562</id><published>2005-01-05T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T12:40:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what did i do to deserve this from the only man i love.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110490005371380562?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110490005371380562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110490005371380562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-did-i-do-to-deserve-this-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110480445951505912</id><published>2005-01-04T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:07:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my holiday is on 12th march......!!! i hope u tp asses have your holiday during the same time...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110480445951505912?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110480445951505912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110480445951505912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-holiday-is-on-12th-march.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110445921465049181</id><published>2004-12-31T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:25:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am in the lab again. On this freakin cold FRIDAY morning. A simple combination of siew mais, fishballs, coke and a lab seems to be the only thing to nurse my loneliness. Sounds like a line lifted from a novel or smth haha. Who the hell has school on New Years Eve?? WHO made that rule?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed at an auntie for calling the house at 6 in the morning. And then I realised it was 8.56am. I start school at 9am. Early morning wanna rush only. I attended 25mins of the class, and he didn't even take my attendence. ROAR. Wasted money on cab fare. Anyway, not to fret! I've only got one more tutorial then its home for me. I miss my mum lehzzzzzz. I shall spend the afternoon with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW ARE WE ENTERING THE NEW YEAR? I have no clue. All I know is that I'll be with the people I love. For today, Happy New Year's Eve everyone. And for 2mor, shit, its the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE PLANS MAKE PLANS MAKE PLANS. And just fuck all the other stuff. Don't you feel that sometimes, things that are high above in your list appear to be surreal. Why do people do not think before they speak. Why do they not give proper thought to the other important things. Why do they realise what they have only when it's gone. Why is it that we have to make decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lil' dreamy, poetic mood. Anyway, Happy New Year to everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110445921465049181?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110445921465049181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110445921465049181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/here-i-am-in-lab-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110443873884340306</id><published>2004-12-31T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T04:45:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2698675_71702a3643.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2698643_ac5a240254.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not looking forward to new year at all.AHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110443873884340306?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110443873884340306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110443873884340306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/damn-retarded-hhahahahaaa-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110426245492460831</id><published>2004-12-29T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T03:40:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we were taking stupid pictures.and this is my favourite.we were laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2626102_d6b1f360c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats us in hong kong.vanessa dressed like she was going skiing..HAHAHAHAH.so cuteeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2626290_528a46140f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110426245492460831?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110426245492460831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110426245492460831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-were-taking-stupid-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110396274110600041</id><published>2004-12-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:27:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHOHO. MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our Christmas plans were screwed up. I enjoyed the night only because I was with the people I love on a special occasion. Sorry bout the screwed up plans Mel. Apologies to Derick and friends as well. &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas fellas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all as well. Good ties and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayen, hope you're fine. It was funny last night but I care la. Hahaha. Sayang la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110396274110600041?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110396274110600041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110396274110600041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110380500091830713</id><published>2004-12-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:30:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u guys have sch on xmas eve.HOW SAD IS THAT....hhaha&lt;br /&gt;but i am not looking forward to xmas at all...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110380500091830713?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110380500091830713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110380500091830713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/u-guys-have-sch-on-xmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110369079208678694</id><published>2004-12-22T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:30:41.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am ALONE again. Thank you very much. I have a long day today. Till 7pm. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping in town with my mum yesterday. Shopping with Mum is always somthing I dread. Unnecessary quarrels and tactless comments from her. But I appreciate her for almost accepting me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped lecture again. Only because I am alone and I do not have the notes printed out. I'm slipping behind from the pack again. Got to get back on track balls. I hate school. Like really. The classmates, the work, the timetable, the disgusting chicken pau. EVERYTHING. And not like we don't have other things to bother about. Disputes, Christmas and the freakin new year ahead. Seems like every new year has got a whole new bunch of lemons to hit you with. WHY. Bah. Looks like I gotta make more lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain decisions need to be made; good ones and bad ones. Some I may not like, some would determine a better outcome for me. Is there even a God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110369079208678694?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110369079208678694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110369079208678694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110364629236772668</id><published>2004-12-22T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:28:54.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice seeing u fuck faces at siglap.hhehehahhahahahhohoho...so what we are doin on xmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,im bored at homeeeeee.so i did these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2408173_5ff5c89c23_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2408166_10b2cb2786_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110364629236772668?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110364629236772668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110364629236772668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/nice-seeing-u-fuck-faces-at-siglap.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110352851918711607</id><published>2004-12-20T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:41:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with my reflection. Font size 12, Times New Romans, at least 1 and a half pages long. I only realised after I typed out my forced reflection that this was to go into some port folio to be graded. No corrections allowed, this is the only copy. Like what the fuck right. Boohoo. Now I've got a half fuck relfection in my port folio. I'm done with that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have to attend penetential service. Now now my fellow catholic friends (nicole desker, samm....) Bet none of you went right. I called nick immediately after I was told, commanded. By my mum. What am I thinking?! Skipping penetential service. Yes, I don't think I'm going. The crowd. The hours. The confined space with a priest telling him your darkest secrets. No way. As much as I love being a catholic (some times), I don't like confession at all. So nick, CALL ME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise's birthday was good. Even though that idiot keeps saying it wasn't. We all had fun la babe. I hope you did too. The only part i didn't enjoy was the vigorous indian fella and the podium part. Happy Birthday once again. So now my turn to tell you for the next few days... MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING. Spread the word, 30th January 2005 is Michelle Yip's 18th birthday. Hahaha. Spread the love man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110352851918711607?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110352851918711607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110352851918711607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-done-with-my-reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110327715212518357</id><published>2004-12-17T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:52:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bf does nothing but disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in hk btw.hahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110327715212518357?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110327715212518357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110327715212518357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-bf-does-nothing-but-disappoint-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110324973309542059</id><published>2004-12-17T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:15:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alone again. Who the hell comes to school for class at 9am and then has an hour break right. I am having a freakin stomachache now. I need to go badly but i have no one to help me watch my stuff. Creative writing tutorial was... Lame? I dunno. We had so many characters. A 60 years old homosexual miser, 6 year old Alex who desires ice cream for breakfast lunch and dinner, a (fucking sick) 20 smth gay bar tender. And he actually acted the whole thing out when it was his turn to introduce himself. It was S I C K. He's such a fag anyway. I was still in a dilemma at 9.16am. And my turn was next. After the past few days of thinking, I decided to go with the one pisai came up with. Bimbo turn rocker. I'm not sure if I'll do well in this assignment cos I'm really not that comfortable with this bunch of classmates. I think it's just a matter of getting used to in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKING NEWS. I'm not sure if I should blog bout this but when I was told, I had a shock which kinda made me feel sick to the bone. Ok. Let's just call this person Mr X. A seriously wierd fella. A group of us got to know him through school. And he got involved with a friend which didn't end  up very nicely. So we all held something against him. And guess what. Now, he's with another girl. Let me put it this way. Man meets GIRL. Almost the same situation where Boy meets world. He's a freakin pedophile! Michael Jackson genre. Ahya, the readers prolly won't get it. But I still cant accept it anyway. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing in my head:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Cute without the E - Taking back sunday.&lt;br /&gt;'... And will you tell all your friends, you've got your gun to my head...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to reality. -SCHOOL. =&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110324973309542059?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110324973309542059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110324973309542059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110321225475382328</id><published>2004-12-16T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:50:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from seeing my &lt;strong&gt;pisai&lt;/strong&gt;. Just sat there talking and eating non-stop. Just like the old times. As Josh says 'Something's don't change. For the rest, there's mastercard.' The only mistake we made was, WE FORGOT TO TAKE PICTURES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating like mad. By Tuesday, I had spent all my allowance on FOOD. Can you believe it. I'm so freakin broke now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long are you gonna stay this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110321225475382328?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110321225475382328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110321225475382328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-got-back-from-seeing-my-pisai.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110304294005968775</id><published>2004-12-15T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:49:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fact of the Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking does cure hic-cups (however you spell it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van asked me how to stop hic-cups. And I was like 'Hmmm... BOOOO!' And her hic-cups stopped. Am I good or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for Thought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that a person contracts AIDS every 6 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110304294005968775?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110304294005968775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110304294005968775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/fact-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110284188762399751</id><published>2004-12-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T16:58:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sundayyy. Time for me to play truant again. Don't feel like churching today. I'm making this a habit! Somebody stop the Satan in me. So anyway. I caught Anger Management on HBO this afternoon. I've realised that Adam Sandler films are all similar to the other. But I like him anyhow. Munching away on Marks and Spencer's &lt;strong&gt;Redcurrent Puffs&lt;/strong&gt;. As much as I hate fruits and all fruits-like, these biscuits are to die for. Anyone wanna try? It's 3 dollars plus for one packet. And one packet has bout 16 of those lil sweet fellas. Oh well. Good stuff cost money right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monks on friday night. Our 'clubbing group' was slightly bigger than usual. Which made it kinda exciting. Can I say again, that the Ee-mee that night was the shiokest? Wanna how nice ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. End of the week, also means start of another. Second week of the second semester. Also means = Fuck. I don't wanna go to school!! Boohoo. I've got to face my unfriendly and rather loser-type classmates. Ok okayy. I know. No more making fun of losers. BECAUSE. On Friday, I was one. I finally knew how it felt to be one of those who are not accepted in groups and all that. Not trying to say I'm popular or all that boasting shit. No, really. Sincerely. Everyone just had to be in class during my breaks on Friday. I had to sit at the concourse eating my fishballs alone and watching the people pass. How sad is that. I will be nicer to Vina from now on. Did mention that I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL? Oh yeah I did. =&lt;br /&gt;Special message to Sandra Lim: TRY TRY TRY! / CHAR CHAR CHAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110284188762399751?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110284188762399751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110284188762399751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-sundayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110249341022265768</id><published>2004-12-08T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T16:12:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third day of school. Second time I feel like an outcast. Just two hours back, I was the only one who didn't know anyone in class. The rest were all classmates. Yeap, felt damn alone. Maybe because I was sitting alone in a corner. Oh well. I am now in yet another class where I am alone. But it's ok. At least this is a lab lesson. The computer can be my companion. The lecturer's kinda cute. Haha. His name is Johannes. Unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Went shopping with Samm and Denise in town. Met up with Sann during her break. I bought a $70 jacket. Someone please stop me from spending anymore money. Alright class is starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. I have a classmate who's name is Renee. And he's a dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110249341022265768?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110249341022265768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110249341022265768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/third-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110244870261719843</id><published>2004-12-08T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T03:45:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2003584_21f335d333_m.jpg" width="240" height="192" alt="flower buS with gun" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i spent my every night,photoshop-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110244870261719843?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110244870261719843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110244870261719843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-how-i-spent-my-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110231311977995328</id><published>2004-12-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:05:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I am in school. I am early for class. And I am sitting in front of a screwed up monitor and fucked up keyboards. First lab lesson. Why am I dreading this? Look at the people around me. This is gonna be an interesting subject man. Ok. Back to my online games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110231311977995328?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110231311977995328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110231311977995328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110199190635770572</id><published>2004-12-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T20:51:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im waiting for the day when YOU would stop lying to me,so that i can start trusting YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110199190635770572?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110199190635770572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110199190635770572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-waiting-for-day-when-you-would-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110179222094976023</id><published>2004-11-30T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:25:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="babyyyyy copy" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1799259_bd35889ba2_m.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110179222094976023?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110179222094976023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110179222094976023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/guess-who-michelle-khoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110098999465117378</id><published>2004-11-21T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T06:33:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's 6.25 in the freakin morning. I CANNOT FALL ASLEEP. I've been rolling around in bed since 4 plus and I just gave up. What is keeping me awake???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention. Friendster is not only a system that allows you to locate your long lost friends. It is also a network of terrible gays and sex maniacs. They take pictures of THEMSELVES naked, steamed, having anal sex with their partners and all kinds of other shit. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you finally talked to me. It's been a while? All the 'I miss everything bout you' shit. You're doing it again. Then you'd disappear with no reason or some shit reason and leave me stranded. Again. I just don't know when if your words are sincere. I'm convinced that our past relationship was, pretty much a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't blame me if I do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110098999465117378?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110098999465117378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110098999465117378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-its-6.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110084564459474339</id><published>2004-11-19T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T14:27:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;u know mats are retarded when:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. they come up the bus and start talking like WASSUP DAWG language for 10 mins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. they start talking damn loudly in malay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. they start singing and doin the stupid drum action and keep hitting ur chair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya all happened to me at the same time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110084564459474339?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110084564459474339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110084564459474339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/u-know-mats-are-retarded-when-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110076246515121392</id><published>2004-11-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:21:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU FORGOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OR you'll just shoot any excuse out. Actually, I expected it already. I know you'll have a lot to say now. You can just ____(X3) your life away cos I'm not gonna bother anymore. I spent the day the way I wanted to anyway. I'd rather this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're reaching the last straw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___yip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110076246515121392?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110076246515121392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110076246515121392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110071851631046503</id><published>2004-11-18T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:11:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The deep conversation. Old flames. What you shared. Blah blah blah. Someone yank me outta this nostalgic state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I've/I'll be living in your letters. And yes, I hate that for a fact. You know, I've always known the real you. But never wanted to accept it. Always trying to convince myself that you're all that. And although I am still having difficulties accepting that, I'm slowly coming to terms with it. And now I know that from the start, it's not me, &lt;strong&gt;it's you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;There's always something getting through&lt;br /&gt;But it's not me&lt;br /&gt;It's You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime's ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Rings true&lt;br /&gt;But hope is not in what I know&lt;br /&gt;It's not in me&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;And I find peace when I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;I find hope when I'm let down&lt;br /&gt;Not in me,&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose myself for goodI hope to find it in the end&lt;br /&gt;Not in me,&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;There's something getting through&lt;br /&gt;It's not me&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110071851631046503?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110071851631046503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110071851631046503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/deep-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-110053847987617331</id><published>2004-11-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:17:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I found this on pisai's blog and boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up today? Close to 5pm. And a few times before that.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could eat lunch with one person, who would it be? Take your pick. Fiona Xie, Jessica Alba, Shannon Sossamon (and many more actually). Give me all 3 and I'll choke on my food.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gold or silver? Gonna have to go with silver for now.&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last movie you saw in the cinema? Shark tales.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is/are your favourite TV show(s)? Animal Planet, National Geographic, Discovery, Reality TV shows, OC, ANTM, that show with all the bikini babes in it (someone who knows please tell me!! I cant rmbr the title!!) The champions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast? Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with? Don't know? But right now, YILIN from the chinese show.&lt;br /&gt;8. Who inspires you? The people who have terminal sickness but still go on.&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your middle name? Grace.&lt;br /&gt;10. Beach, city or country? BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;11. Favourite ice cream? I dunno? Rocky Road??&lt;br /&gt;12. Butter or plain pop corn? Bring me the butterrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite colour? It used to change very often and now i don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;14. Favourite sandwich? Anything with HAM. No tomatoes please.&lt;br /&gt;15. What characteristics do you despise? Depends how bad it is? ... OK next question!&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite flower? Never had a favourite flower..&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could go anywhere in the world for a vacationwhere would you go? A place where i can have the beach to myself and a renown shopping paradise.&lt;br /&gt;18. What colour is your bathroom? Erm, white.. Some milky looking kinda blue.. or grey. I'm not very good with colours.&lt;br /&gt;19. Where would you like to retire? Somewhere in San Francisco perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite day of the week? Friday.&lt;br /&gt;21. What did you do for your last birthday? Had the biggest birthday celebration in my life. Borrowed a HDB flat for a night.&lt;br /&gt;22. Where were you born? Singapore, KK Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite sport to watch? Soccer la.&lt;br /&gt;24. What fabric detergent do you use? UIC? I only know its some white-blue powder.&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Night, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;26. Coke or pepsi? COOOOOOOKE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have any pets? Nope, i wish though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 12.42am.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name as it is on your birth certificate: Oh man, must i answer this question.. Ahya. Yip Xi Yi Michelle Grace.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicknames: Yip, Yippy, Yippo? (from tim only) Mish, Mich. Cant think of anymore. Oh yeah. Whitey or milky (by pisai).&lt;br /&gt;4. Piercings: Ears, nose, tongue.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye colour: Mum says its brown. I say its black.&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite Food: This is a pretty hard question to answer so i'll skip this.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been to Africa? No but I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Love someone so much it made you cry? Ah huh.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been toilet papering? Hahahaha. Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a car accident? Nope. Don't ever intend to.&lt;br /&gt;11. Croutons or bacon bits? Gonna have to say... Bacon bits.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite Restaurant: I hate these kinda questions. I have to many favourite ones.&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite alcoholic drink: No no no. I hate alcohol and i cant drink for shit.&lt;br /&gt;14. Disney or Warner bros? Both.&lt;br /&gt;15. Favourite fastfood restaurant: I like all, really.&lt;br /&gt;16. Colour of your bedroom carpet: Don't have one, makes my skin kinda itchy.&lt;br /&gt;17. Number of times you failed your driver's test: Not even legal to drive yet BUT SOON!&lt;br /&gt;18. From whom did you get your last email? Classmate Melo.&lt;br /&gt;19. Which store would you choose to max out your &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Credit" target="_blank"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt; card? Don't have a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Credit" target="_blank"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt; card. BUT if i did, hmmm. Levis. Converse. No-brand stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do most often when you are bored? Go online or watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;Bed&lt;/a&gt;time? Not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;22. Least Favourite show? Those chinese shows with the flying, long facial hair men with stupid super powers. I HATE!&lt;br /&gt;23. Last person you had dinner with: The whole of the Yip family including rohana and tus(the maids).&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to right now? Caught me at a wierd time. Music of my heart by Gloria Estefan and Nsync. Hey. But i like that song ok.&lt;br /&gt;25. How many tattoos do you have? 1.. 2... 0.&lt;br /&gt;26. Ford or Chevy? Anything would do, really.&lt;br /&gt;27. Something no one knows? Yeah. And i would say it here for the whole world to see.&lt;br /&gt;28. Time you finished this quiz: 1.07am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-110053847987617331?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110053847987617331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/110053847987617331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/because-i-found-this-on-pisais-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109961615285153544</id><published>2004-11-05T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:00:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night,spore idol had all the nice songggg...especially all the slow ones....i like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the results tonight..i hope sylvester gets voted out !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hate him...although last night he sang well for I Swear.hohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone sms me the results tonight??hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yip,u know u want the shoes like tim,but the plain one right?? i saw at far east..i took picture on my phone..haha...show u next time.but i forgot to see the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109961615285153544?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109961615285153544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109961615285153544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-nightspore-idol-had-all-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109941036479451560</id><published>2004-11-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:46:04.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have u ever waited so long for someone's call , only to talk a few seconds and then put down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever waited so excitedly for the day to come to spend the whole day together, only to learn whole day meant a few hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever told someone how u really feel , only to reaslise he's doin things to hurt u again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever talk and cried to someone for 2 hrs, and he doesnt even answer u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever made someone in ur life so important, only to know that that someone doesnt feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever tried so hard to make things right , only to know he does things to make u sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever bought something small to make him smile, but dont get a word of thanx from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever wished u never fell in love with that someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109941036479451560?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109941036479451560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109941036479451560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/have-u-ever-waited-so-long-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109932468206173387</id><published>2004-11-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:58:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay what is the deal? 3 indian mamas and one angmo lang msg me through friendster wanting to know me. What the hell?! I think they seriously believe that I'm from Bangladesh. Yeah sure, A white national i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent the day cleaning up rooms. Yeap, cleaned up my closet and then had to help Van clean up hers too. Free labour. I want to go SHOPPING. I wanna buy clothes clothes clothes. But first i need to work work work. That reminds me, I have work 2mor.. BAH. So what have i done for the past days? Hmmm. Let's see. Met up with Amanda and Tannia on Friday. Had a great time. And of course, what's an AmandaTanniaYip Day without forcing and abusing Yip huh? Then had last minute plans and went down to monks. We saw this really fucking DISGUSTING couple there. They swept us off our feets with their dance moves balls. *fainted die. I hope to never see them again. Nick and I had to work and we couldn't walk outta the club cos they kept playing nice songs. In the end, with 1 and a half hours of sleep, we headed down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Nick's and slept for a lil while while she studied. And then it was off to Blooie's to meet the rest for a lil Halloween treat. French fries with lotsa cheese and FREE COKE! Beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YILIN!! From the 9 oclock show. Rushed back to catch the last 15 mins of it. I cannot tahan!! I WANNA KILL HER. She's so bad to Fiona Xie =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. There's That 70's Show on TV now. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109932468206173387?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109932468206173387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109932468206173387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/11/okay-what-is-deal-3-indian-mamas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109894898434518667</id><published>2004-10-28T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:36:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAYYY. Everyone's like msging me to tell me she's in the papers. Yes, I know already. Anyway, i just got back from the supp paper. It was bad man. It's a confirmed fail. Gotta go cook now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109894898434518667?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109894898434518667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109894898434518667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/okayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109881276535199926</id><published>2004-10-27T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:46:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Ok, first...&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JILL SEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you'll enjoy your special day. Much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, secondly, PLEASE TAKE OFF THAT SEGMENT OF YOUR ENTRY KHOO. &lt;strong&gt;ITS FUCKING IRRITATING. &lt;/strong&gt;I can't even stand looking at it. The 'X's and 'Z's are catching my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I shall talk bout tanning. I AM BURNT. Not chao-tah burnt but red-painful burnt. And it was like, the most, an hour of sun? But Mr Sun was really happy that day la. Dig this. Even my eyelids are burnt can?! Ok anyway, so today i went to work, signed out early to rush down to school. Why? Well i failed one subject and i think i'm gonna fail again. I turned up for the revision lecture (which somehow i think does not make any difference) and i'll have to show for the sup. paper this Thursday. My gut tells me I'm not gonna make it through. I just suck at this subject! BUT, yeah. I will study for it. Do whatever I can la. *crosses fingers. So pray for me! Everyone. Go pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i had something in mind to blog about but I forgot? Hmmm. ... Hmmm? ... Hmmm. ... FORGET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109881276535199926?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109881276535199926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109881276535199926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok-first.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109877307709680948</id><published>2004-10-26T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:44:37.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;minru asked me to visit this blog..and this is one of the post..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hees.. vehhie happie.. i rebond moix hair le.. vehhie straight.. budden i oso cutted moix hair.. lik a nerd sehx.. sadded.. hais.. fiona shae vehie cute.. budden sunshine shee liao kip laffin at me.. hais.. duh dare go out le larx.. sadded ehx.. die.. hMmx.. den.. me ytd bohx liao.. den use pen knife cut hish name out.. budden.. shh.. cannt let him noe.. cux last tym promise him wun cut moix hand liao le.. haix.. break another promise le.. sadded.. yesh.. exam finali ober le.. can relax le worx.. sho happie.. budden.. im sure i gonna retain.. haix.. all paper i handed in blank paper.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant stand the way she writes ok!!!!omg..wanna how ah lian..and she keeps using the word LE.haha..every sentence got LE...ok la..i will not disturb her LE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway,take a look at my classmates....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1066762_8a103f87e0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and do u guys know that light does travel in a curve line.haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and im doin organic chemistry now!!!!if u thot sec 4 was bad...this is 28347834239649749236674923 times worst..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish someone wld care more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109877307709680948?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109877307709680948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109877307709680948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/minru-asked-me-to-visit-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109864198106149873</id><published>2004-10-25T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T02:19:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TP's website is taking soo bloody long i can go take a shit and freaking shave myself and it still would not have loaded. $)@#(*&amp;!#$)*&amp;amp;!#%)#!*&amp;%#!)($!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the past few days I've been trying to find out my results but the freakin page just wont load. I think the virus is getting to my comp. Christ. Its gonne be hell if i lose my stuff. All my photos, vidoes, songs. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new week, new schedule. What's up for this week? I miss cycling. We've not clubbed in a while. I've not tanned in a million years. I am getting fat, boring and WHITE! Well, at least i know what's on for 2mor's programme. Mum invited a few (bout 10 actually) of her china students over for lunch. Dinner. Either one. And she gave me specific instructions to stay home; TO BE THE MAID. She claims she needs 'help' but oh boy do i know her intentions. Maybe i'll just get up earlier to tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109864198106149873?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109864198106149873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109864198106149873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/tps-website-is-taking-soo-bloody-long.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109840455169898837</id><published>2004-10-22T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T08:33:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at 8 am ..i heard the most shocking news on Class 95...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYLVESTER AND MAIA ARE TOGETHER.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg...i hate sylvester.sucha poser..maybe they both can have ANOTHER kid together..hahahahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like christophere.so handsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh and i found chris's friend's blog.but too bad chris is not linked to him..*zazaza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did u see last night???The butch wore a dress!!!!! And this was wat my mum said ' wah olinda looked so nice in a dress..ask nick to wear a dress also' hahahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109840455169898837?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109840455169898837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109840455169898837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/at-8-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109837653759515532</id><published>2004-10-22T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:35:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we headed down to buona vista to get my poly EZ-link card done FINALLY. And then shopped at Queensway. I couldn't find this particular shop which had cheap and GOOD stuff! Dang. Oh well, I bought a striped polo-t anyway. And my hands are still itching to get stuff. Are there any better places to shop other than town, queensway, beach road and bugis???? Anyway, rae and jo joined us as well and then flocked to nick's in a cab to catch Singapore Idol. I dont like Sylvester anymore!! I didn't think he did well tonight, why do the judges thik like wise?? I reckon I should be a judge. Mother and I. We'd give better comments and kick that poodle head Florence LIAN. It was like a 3 hour channel 5 marathon. 8pm - Singapore Idol, Channel 5. 9pm - The Champions, Channel 8 (SWOOOON). 10pm - The O.C, Channel 5. Someone slap me! Who would have thought Fiona Xie is the bustiest among the swim team. *zazaza. Jeanette Ou, Fiona Xie and, whatever her name is, Wang Tou la, I WILL COME HOME TO SEE YOU GUYS EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. What shall i do 2mor? I'm not sure if i should go out cos mother hasn't been in the best spirits lately. So i shall dig my cupboard, fold all the damn clothes in it and go tanning! I've been missing out on good sun the past few days, either that or it rained. Give me good sun 2mor whether man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109837653759515532?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109837653759515532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109837653759515532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-we-headed-down-to-buona-vista-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109829610366219015</id><published>2004-10-21T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T02:48:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we finally went shopping. Right. I didnt buy no shit! Walked all the way from far east to heeren to check out the shoes and it turns out that it is the only pair which is green in colour! With yellow trimmings or some shit. *fainted die. I HAVE TO FIND MY SHOES! Then rushed home to catch the 9pm chinese show - &lt;strong&gt;The Champions. &lt;/strong&gt;(Sings *We-ee are the champions my friends...) Fiona Xie, Jeanette Ou and other hott celebrities. *ZAZAZA. The last part, they just 'sha' the cloth of their body. Oh my gAd. Woohoo. Must see 2mor's episode sia. They're gonna run along Orchard road in BIKINIS! Heh-heh-heh. This is worth coming home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/969174_76c602648f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone sees this kinds of slip ons, doesn't need to be vans (the cheaper the better), PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I will continue to shop till i drop. At least window shop la haha. Queenstown/Beach road/Bugis 2mor anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109829610366219015?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109829610366219015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109829610366219015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-we-finally-went-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109825086912298377</id><published>2004-10-20T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T13:41:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never in my whole entire life been surrounded by so many CHINESE SPEAKING people.i hang out wiv ah lians now.I cant even speak english now and know that that person actually understands what im trying to say.Lecturers speak chinese among themselves.Students speak chinese to lecturers.Every break,i hear chinese music blasting loud.And ah lians who would have been considered yucks in KC,are the epitome of beauty here in RP.This is Republic Poly for u.I should have gone to TP instead.At least,that's where all my friends are and where all NORMAL people are.I'll nv get use to this environment where people are from neighbourhood schools you've never heard of before.Retarded Communist Bastards who cant stop speaking chinese and dress Hong Kong/Jap/Malaysian style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in my school think that coming from a girl's school is the sad-dest thing eva.Well,fuck all of u who said that.It's the best shit ever.People who go to JC for first 3 months,find all ways to wear the IJ uniform.No one would wanna wear some stupid White and Red Uniform,or white and purple.They think that all girls who come from a girls school are rich,spoilt and disguisting brats who don't know the meaning of hardship.LIKE NOT EVEN TRUE.But it's ok,because they are too retarded to know what spoilt really means,and they are too stupid to work and study at the same time,when they dont really need that extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz have to blog about this coz im getting so irritated when someone beside me starts BARKING IN CHINESE,and how they talk about people from girl's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109825086912298377?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109825086912298377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109825086912298377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-never-in-my-whole-entire-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109817215211671516</id><published>2004-10-19T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:49:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Many people feel that the basis for formation of anything, including plants, humans and other living things, is carbon, simply because everything turns to ash when one burns/decpmposes it completely. Do you think that we are made up of hydrocarbons as well? Are human cells also made up of hydrocarbons? Discuss. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reflection journal for chemistry today...HELP....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109817215211671516?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109817215211671516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109817215211671516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/many-people-feel-that-basis-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109816470686446087</id><published>2004-10-19T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:51:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tipsy/Baby/Air con/Mohawk Monkey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;___yipster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109816470686446087?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109816470686446087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109816470686446087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/tipsybabyair-conmohawk-monkeys-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109812303105421674</id><published>2004-10-19T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T02:10:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO i spent the first part of the day at home and with my family. went to have dinner at elias before my bro went off to camp and then headed home for the 9pm chinese show and AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL. I've got this liking for Yoanna and Sara. They wanna how hot ah. *zazaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An episode worth going ga-ga over.&lt;br /&gt;The timing just right, Jo called me and told me that they had found a lil kitty and had to find a place for it. I rushed over to downtown and saw the angel. Its so freakin small! Its a new born please. Jet black with the eyes still closed, a lil parts which were not fully formed and the unbilical cord still intact. The cutest thing alive right now. Jo says it looks like a monkey. It does actually. Tipsy/Baby/Air con/Mohawk monkey (we haven't decided on the name yet) is so fragile, its quite nerve wrecking enough to let it lie in your palm. Clench your fist and she, he. She? It? Well, &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;'s gone. So if anyone would like to keep shit just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109812303105421674?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109812303105421674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109812303105421674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-i-spent-first-part-of-day-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109808047371576417</id><published>2004-10-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:21:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/926287_8bf72fce77_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did this in class.anyway,tts tim trying to be stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109808047371576417?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109808047371576417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109808047371576417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-did-this-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109806229625691455</id><published>2004-10-18T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:18:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored...IN SCH.so im gonna do this..got it from sab's blog...first time im doin this thingy actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you cannot stand:&lt;br /&gt;1.  people who JAM n JAM n JAM n JAM n JAM ...N-O-N   S-T-O-P&lt;br /&gt;2.  people who dont listen when im talking&lt;br /&gt;3. people who type like 'WorXXxxxx'  'lolzzzz' &lt;br /&gt;4. this particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;5. people act like rockstars..(eg.slyvester from spore idol)&lt;br /&gt;6. (i have to add a no. 6 to this one) PEOPLE WHO ARE FUCKING LATE.THEY PISS ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. spending time with tim &amp; the usual ppl&lt;br /&gt;2. watching friends,and o.c&lt;br /&gt;3. playing d2 the whole day&lt;br /&gt;4. reading a book&lt;br /&gt;5. SHOPPINGGGGG !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People you love:&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. tim bubu darling the biggie head&lt;br /&gt;3. michelle yip, sam, ck, nick, huiyi, denise, sab, dee (IN RANDOM ORDER !!)&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you carry with you:&lt;br /&gt;1. handphone&lt;br /&gt;2. wallet&lt;br /&gt;3. lip gloss sometimes&lt;br /&gt;4. keys&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do not like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. short&lt;br /&gt;2. fat&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. talk damn loud&lt;br /&gt;2. cant stop saying fuck&lt;br /&gt;3. cannot pay attention in class&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will NEVER forget to:&lt;br /&gt;1. tell tim i love him&lt;br /&gt;2. shower&lt;br /&gt;3. go to sch everyday&lt;br /&gt;4. use the computer&lt;br /&gt;5. play games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ALWAYS forget to:&lt;br /&gt;1. bring my spectacles to sch&lt;br /&gt;2. bring my ez link out&lt;br /&gt;3. tell my maid im not coming home for dinner&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will never wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. ahlian clothing&lt;br /&gt;2. turban ..haha&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you will notice about someone else:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. pimples&lt;br /&gt;4. are they fat ??&lt;br /&gt;5. legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never be with someone who:&lt;br /&gt;1. is so damn irritating&lt;br /&gt;2. cries 24/7&lt;br /&gt;3. beats me up&lt;br /&gt;4. is an ah beng&lt;br /&gt;5. is a mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your other half (if not your bestfriend) is one who is:&lt;br /&gt;1. caring&lt;br /&gt;2. sweet&lt;br /&gt;3. loves me&lt;br /&gt;4. will listen to me when i talk&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you and your other half (or bestfriend) quarrel about:&lt;br /&gt;1. his stupid friends..&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you like/would like to do with your other half (or bestfriend):&lt;br /&gt;1. talk cock&lt;br /&gt;2. laugh&lt;br /&gt;3. walk by the beach&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109806229625691455?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109806229625691455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109806229625691455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109792545296311468</id><published>2004-10-16T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:17:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT. Yesterday, Samm's birthday camp thing was a blast. We had lotsa fun and i hope you did too babe. Now she action only la, when the police patrol car drove past she tell me to run into the tent cos my face was red like a swollen knee. YA LA NOW 18, JUST YOU WAIT SAMANTHA LO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. i've been working like mad this week and I can finally go on a shopping frenzy! YAY YAY YAY. Sooo many things I wanna buy. But all so damn expensive!! Oh well, work some more and SHOP SOME MORE! Woohoo. Never worked for 12 hours straight in my life. I almost died on the first day. My body was aching like mad and walking was kinda funny for me after that. Anyway, its time for me to relax in front of the tv. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109792545296311468?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109792545296311468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109792545296311468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109781120713723707</id><published>2004-10-15T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:33:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM..!!! haha...u can start going for driving lessons..and maybe ull get ur license earlier than nick.hahahahahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i missed O.C yesterday....coz i fell asleep..grrrrrrrrrrrrr...someone tell me what happened pls ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and juz now while buying food in the canteen,i wanted to ask the uncle how much the food was..but b4 tt i was thinking of some t-shirt colour ,so i said 'UNCLE,WAT COLOUR AH??' luckily i was not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109781120713723707?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109781120713723707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109781120713723707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-sam.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109773220028741093</id><published>2004-10-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T13:42:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/864540_300baf1d20_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year b4 o levels.we were suppose to study..but ended up swimming in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/864401_d853603df7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the O levels day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..it's one year already..!!! so fast ah yip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,for people who dont know this...in primary 5,my class had a netball match against her class..but i fell sick b4 the 2nd match,and people blamed her for making me faint...hahhahahahhahaha....I DONT KNOW WHO THE HELL CAME UP WIV SUCH RUBBISH...haha...rmb yip??????rmb?rmb?rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109773220028741093?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109773220028741093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109773220028741093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-year-b4-o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109768569119966687</id><published>2004-10-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:49:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Did You Know...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you passed gas consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. &lt;br /&gt;(Now that's more like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yip could make two within the same time stated above.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;br /&gt;(Wow!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. &lt;br /&gt;(Do not try this at home. Maybe at work.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. &lt;br /&gt;("Honey, I'm home. What the...?!") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. &lt;br /&gt;(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine???) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. &lt;br /&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day. &lt;br /&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life... quality over quantity!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;br /&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmmmm..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people. &lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. &lt;br /&gt;(OK, so that would be a good thing...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light. &lt;br /&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains. &lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that, too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed. &lt;br /&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;(What about that pig???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109768569119966687?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109768569119966687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109768569119966687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109763776240797185</id><published>2004-10-13T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:22:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some unwanted ppl r reading our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,yip..where's the photos?the one at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109763776240797185?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109763776240797185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109763776240797185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/some-unwanted-ppl-r-reading-our-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109747655781302467</id><published>2004-10-11T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:35:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in sch.im bored.this suxs.i havent done anything th whole day.practically break the whole day.hahahha..now presentation and i have no idea what is going on.becoz this is a dumb module tt is not important in my course.haha...its fucking IT can.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people who have nothing to do on mon-fri, 10 am - 2 pm ..u can call me..to chat.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im boredddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,i lost 2 kg.hahahahaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109747655781302467?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109747655781302467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109747655781302467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109734513868219465</id><published>2004-10-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:05:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its my parents wedding anniversary...yes yip i know..its ur parents wedding anniversary too.hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so both of them are on a diet,so they are not going anywhere nice...so UNromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109734513868219465?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109734513868219465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109734513868219465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-my-parents-wedding-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109726531382146435</id><published>2004-10-09T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T03:55:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this MFB(mother fucking bitch) tt deserves to die.i will slap her so hard,she will fly to hell and never return.TAKE THAT SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she posted all the photos to get PITY.she wont get any from me,coz she's a MFB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109726531382146435?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109726531382146435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109726531382146435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/theres-this-mfbmother-fucking-bitch-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966425868618341092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109724775626201799</id><published>2004-10-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:02:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last paper. I should be enjoying today but I spent the day groaning away. Bloody cramps are killing me. I hope I'll be ok 2mor cos it won't be nice standing for bout 5 hours with cramps. =&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went driving again. Hee. This time nick let me drive to khoo's. It was great. Until the lil episode with a fucking irritating neighbour and the security guard. We shall not go into further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow miss school already? I guess its the friendships I've made over the past semester. I have some awesome classmates. I hope we don't get separated guys. But if things do not go our way, we'll still be friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109724775626201799?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109724775626201799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109724775626201799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/yesterday-was-my-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109693860206016625</id><published>2004-10-05T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:10:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been snoozing my alarm for the past two hours straight. I'm so tired! AND STRESSED! Boohoo. I could smash the computer screen right now. Its 9 in the morning, my paper is at 2. And i've still not completed all the lectures! Think i'm gonna have to re take this subject (NOOOO!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A LIGHTER NOTE... I only have 3 papers! Hee. So three more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, something just reminded me of the paper I sat for yesterday. NOT GOOD. *shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109693860206016625?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109693860206016625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109693860206016625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-been-snoozing-my-alarm-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109647275979464871</id><published>2004-09-29T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:01:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://geocities.com/kawaii_muix/guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEW. Go take a look at this. My classmate rae gave me the link. Just looking at it is somehow embarrassing actually. But its fucking gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109647275979464871?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109647275979464871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109647275979464871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/09/httpgeocities.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109644360924730894</id><published>2004-09-29T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T15:40:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a cold Thursday afternoon. Had a lil drive to study. And then i lost the mood. Well, at least i DID study a bit. Maybe it was lunch. Felt so lazy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering where are the photos, blame it on sab! Yes, you sab! YOU! send me the photos! so i can upload all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109644360924730894?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109644360924730894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109644360924730894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-cold-thursday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109617382176514741</id><published>2004-09-26T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T12:43:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the chalet. Two sleepless nights out of nothing but FUN! There weren't many people there but all the close ones were present. Two nights of drinking (only one night for me), X Box madness, mingling with our best friends and laughing like M A D!! Its total madness for these card faces i swear! I would blog more about the weekend, but I am close to dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed your weekend as much as we did Nick. I definitely did. =)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___yipster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109617382176514741?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109617382176514741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109617382176514741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-got-back-from-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109596367131042900</id><published>2004-09-24T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:27:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Yippy sings(again): Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Nick/Nicole/Desker/Pei/si... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought taking a neoprint would be so much fun! Here are the 3 that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/546715_495fd4b705_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pic 1.&lt;/strong&gt; There were two cams and we didn't know which one we were supposed to look at. By the time we realised, it snapped! And here we have our birthday girl with a sweet lil bow tie. So cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pic 2.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay don't ask bout the frame. Don't blame us! We don't understand Japanese! The faces covered up by trees and jungle men belong to: Derick, Carmel and Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pic 3.&lt;/strong&gt; Not perfect, but NICE! We managed to squeeze all 11 of us, including Rae (the one on hui's face, Yes we didn't leave you out!) in one picture. =) Happy Birthday Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109596367131042900?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109596367131042900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109596367131042900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/09/yippy-singsagain-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552937.post-109584716889014695</id><published>2004-09-22T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T17:59:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yip we hv a new blogskin agn.so cooll this one.can change the colour all.hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle khoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6552937-109584716889014695?l=nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109584716889014695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6552937/posts/default/109584716889014695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutgoodlooks.blogspot.com/2004/09/yip-we-hv-new-blogskin-agn.html' title=''/><author><name>yip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
