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Michelle is the one blogging things down. Used to being called nut, mitch/mich or crazy fella(*due to her crazy mood swings*).
She's stepping into her final (*read: worst*) year of poly life in Nanyang Polytechnic.
nutelle8_9@hotmail.com is where she reads and replies all emails.
the lyrical tragedy

Something for me pretty please

Caramel POPS
$$$ (*how practical*)
Digital Cam (*not that i have much use for it*)
Trinklets and charms
AND lots more!

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Saturday, November 24, 2007
3:11 PM

A friendster comment that made me think back again. It's all in the past. I can even consider that the best period of time (i know i am JUST 18). But it's really the best! I am playing all the music that's familiar. Everything that i can remember. It's just so, erm, smoothing. When everything starts falling apart, i turn to this familiar music. It's just gives me this sense of control. I ain't sure how to express it .

But i really miss those days. Secondary school. Where everything happens. I miss band. I miss the feeling of playing with everyone. How afraid i was when we are told to play one by one. I really really miss those times! Concert rehearsal. How much that concert meant. Waking up early everyday to have practice. I miss those days like really. Those really simple days.





















3:11 PM
take the wheel.