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It is exactly 4.44am in the morning and I just came home from China Town. Did some last minute CNY shopping and it was great. I should be going to sleep by now but I stubbornly marched to my pc and switched it on as I HAVE to blog this out. Partly because I need to get it off my chest and also partly due to the fact that I am so totally elevated at this moment. I have woken up from my nightmare!

I am on a typing frenzy right now and it is better than an orgasm! The misleading cloud that fogged my mind so immensely has finally lifted and I am the old Michelle again. Strong, stubborn and full of pride. Now, I know that doesn’t sound like positive attributes but to me, it is essential. If you have lost your self-worth, your pride and lower yourself to a certain degree that is totally unacceptable then you might as well jump off from the Empire State Building. Because that is what you are, equivalent to a puddle of meshed meat on the pavement.

For some time now, me and my bf had been having some problems. We would quarrel over the smallest things. I admit that most of the time, I am at fault as I am naturally willful and kinda spoiled. Okay before you start hating me, hear me out first. Nobody is perfect right? I agree it was insensitive of me to tell him that I wanted to break up because he is still serving NS and is too poor to support me. It sounds horrible and I probably deserve to be slapped but I sprouted those hateful words when I was in a state of rage! Those who have never said anything hurtful when they are hurt themselves, please put up your hands? As I expected, NO ONE will put up their fucking hands because if they did, they will be known as fucking liars and they deserve to die.

After the war, we kissed and made up. I thought everything was perfect but NO! Guess what Mr. Sensitive did? He told his dear mother about the reason for my breaking up with him and now she totally hate my guts! Some of you might say: But you did say that he is too poor to support you what! For some of those who are brain dead, I will repeat myself again. IT WAS TOTALLY SPROUTED OUT IN A STATE OF PURE ANGER! He made me cry dozens of times, hurt me and made me feel bad about myself but did I tell my mother these things? NO! Because somethings you can babble to your parents but somethings are better left unspoken.

I am not trying to cover up what I said however I have been nothing but nice to his family! Lazy-good-for-nothing-Michelle actually baked cakes for them dozen of times. Something which I don’t even bother to do for my own family. His mother commented that she liked my coffee cake and I made an effort to bake those often just for her. Need I mention how many times I burnt fingers in the process of baking those stupid cakes? For all the things I have done, it is justified to hate me because of a stupid thoughtless comment I made when I was hurt? Besides, what kind of person listens to only ONE side of the story? A totally unfair one.

I have said nothing but nice things of him to my parents even when he made me angry or sad and I actually wanted to wring his neck secretly because I know that whatever problems we have right now is going to be resolved eventually. What good does it do to make my parents detest him? I confronted him about this matter and the only pathetic excuse he could dig up was: She asked me why we broke up while I was in a lousy mood so I just blurted it out. Hello? In a bad mood? Is that the best reason that one can come up with when he just totally destroyed all the happiness we had? Unforgivable.

Of course I was too blind and in love to see that at the time. I gave myself reasons to excuse him of his callous behavior. Maybe he really was so sad when I left him that he couldn’t think straight? Maybe his mother was a real monster and kept drilling him when he really wanted to keep quiet? Needlessly to say, because of this issue we broke up AGAIN. This time I totally broke down and I swear that I have never experienced anything like this before.

I called him on his cell phone and requested for us to get back together. ME! The victim begging for a chance? Is there no justice in this world? But who can I blame? I am the stupid fool who picked up the phone and dialed his number to beg for a another chance. It seemed totally justified to do what I did at the time but now that I thought of it, it just makes me wanna laugh.

Anyway, we got back together after some pathetic pleading from me (yes, I want to slap myself now) but guess what? He treated me like a sack of shit. He would keep me waiting at home while he goes out with his friends. Enjoying himself while treating me cold even when I called him on the phone. He was almost always busy to meet me, even a sms or call was too troublesome for him to make. I cried and cried at home not because I NEEDED his bloody company or to hear his irritating voice. I was weeping for the love that had been lost. For a little while, I completely blamed myself for being such a bitch in the past and thus losing his love. Oh! How I punished myself with swollen eyelids and creaky voice from crying my heart out. Did he give a damn? No.

After a few days of torture, the carefree side of me finally broke out and started hanging out with my friends again. I went clubbing, karaoke, shopping, pigging-out sessions, watching movies etc, etc.. Slowly I began to feel better and started seeing new people. I confess the other guys out there made me feel special and needed once again. Not like some lousy old sack of shit (which was pretty much what I saw when I looked in the mirror). I would also like to take this opportunity to thank that special someone who stood by me and listened to all my problems. I know it must have been irritating but don’t worry, I am all over it now.

Previously I told my bf that I would wait for him to let his mother know that we are back together again while continuing to be his gf and yet hide from her. I know, pathetic right? Why should I hide from anyone? I have don’t NOTHING wrong. Out of this whole terrible ordeal the only thing that I am proud of is that it only took me roughly a week to WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE! A guy who does this to his gf is not worth waiting for. So what if I succeeded in waiting for him? Will he treasure me in future, the answer is most probably no. Do I want to wait in agony so that I can be treated like a sack of stinking shit? HELL NO!!!

So if you are reading this and you feel offended or mad, you can kiss my sexy ass goodbye. This is Michelle Huang the stubborn bitch for you, signing off.

First and foremost I gotta warn you that I am gonna put up a shitload of pictures in this entry. Some of my friends will be protesting for me to remove them if they saw it. Especially the awfully camera-shy Mr. Weihan aka Hugen aka Wong Si Fu! Hey guess what? I DON’T CARE!!! Wahahaha…

Here goes:

Presenting the happy couple Amanda and Alan having a great time (aren’t they so cute together?).

Then is follow by me and my bao bei (blushes). He he…

Actually Alan is not always loyal to Amanda. He has a slutty bitch who is his part time girlfriend. Check it out.

Okay I seriously don’t know what is he trying to portray in this picture. Isn’t he camera shy by the way? Why, that lying-attention-grabbing-whore!

By now Amanda is really getting pissed off with Alan and Wong Si Fu’s flirting which has gone on the whole night! Everybody in the room have puked by now and it has NOTHING to do with all those jugs of beer!

Look at how she 

refused to let Alan back into the room.

After pushing the door with all his might and sending Amanda flying across the room, Alan quickly settled back on the couch to indulge in Wong Si Fu’s emotionless singing. Look at how one is singing without emotion whatsoever and the over is too emotional while listening.

Aiyoh, look at the birthday boy! So gung ho with drinking all the beer and exotic concoctions we expertly mixed for him to ensure his death on his birthday! Guess what happened? What else? All of them got drunk! Boo! Lousy, lousy…

Fortunately, Alan and Amanda managed to kiss and make up but Wong Si Fu is starting to feel a little lonely so he discreetly set his eyes on Shermain! Amanda’s girlfriend. Look at how they try to act as if they didn’t notice one another? It is so OBVIOUS they are dying to look at each other!

Wong Si Fu then sets out to pretend to pay for the bill in order to look like a ‘lau pan’ so that he can impress our dear Shermain. Of course being the cheapskate that he is, he slipped in some hell notes instead. Hoping that the staff will not notice the difference. Did he get away with it? No! The manager then came and whacked Wong Si Fu on the head with the door’s handle bar which surprisingly came off quite easily… hmmm…

After all the commotion, we decided to act ‘xiang qin xiang ai’ for a while and posed for some group pictures. It is divided into groups male and female.

Oh there is no special meaning to this picture. I thought I’ll just be a little cruel and post this picture of Ah Sai digging his nose for sai! Hey, It rhymes!

Finally this is a picture of little old me looking every bit as perfect as when I came into the KTV room after the whole thing ended. Why? Why do I have to be so perfect? I HATE MYSELF!! Nah, just joking. I am totally in love with Michelle Huang!

That was the end of the whole KTV session but what happens next is totally true and not at all fictionalized by me. This is for your information Wong Si Fu. Listen very carefully okay?

Being the drunken state that she was, Shermain insisted that Amanda and Alan take a picture together at Lau Pa Sat. Amanda has to kiss Alan on the cheek, Amanda did not wanna do that but challenged Shermain to do the same with Wong Si Fu if she did what she asked. As I repeat, being in the drunken state that Shermain was, she totally didn’t heard what Amanda said (Wong Si Fu was away at the point of time). So when Mr. Wong came back from the toilet with his head apparently soaked in the toilet bowl because his hair was ridiculously wet, Amanda told him the warped version that Shermain wanted to give him a kiss and take a photo while she’s at it! Wong Si Fu immediately checked on his watch (don’t ask me why) and said that it is not happening because there must at least be two. Amanda then asked him: two what? To which he replied: two kisses!

Miraculously, the drunken Shermain managed to catch that and burst out laughing! As if she would kiss this weird-kinda-pretty-looking-guy who is supposed to be a fung shui master! Let alone two kisses! Wahahaha.

At this point, all Wong Si Fu could do was act nonchalant and pretend that nothing happened. But I still manage to catch a snap shot of him trying to bribe her into kissing him with a piece of lousy fried chicken! It didn’t work of course.

Okay that is the end of this entry. See, I told you there would be a shitload of pictures right? I am very tired now and am going to bed soon. By the way Wong Si Fu, if you happen to read this and is fuming mad by now, please don’t be angry at me? I am just trying to make good use of all these funny pictures. It’ll be such a waste to just store them in my hard drive while gathering dust. Okay hard drives don’t gather dust but its just a figure of speech but if you are still angry after my reasonable explaination, feel free to set up you own blog and flame me. I won’t retaliate, I promise. He he…

I just caught a movie earlier on ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’. I would rate it 3 ½ stars upon 5 because as much as I enjoyed the movie, some parts dragged on for far too long. Most girls would enjoy the movie as it revolves around something we love best, beauty but on a much richer scale. The geishas’ hair had to be perfect same goes for their walk/speech/dance/ability to play a musical instrument/body language. They are almost too graceful to be called humans, more like goddesses.

However only the lead actress Zhang Ziyi seemed to age in the movie. The story began with a young Ziyi who was only 9 and then slowly progressed till she was in her mid 20s. Gong Li, Michelle Yeoh, Ken Watanabe and everyone else looked the same from beginning to end. What the hell? Anyway, the kimonos were beautiful; the hairdos were perfect and skin was flawless. Any girl would wanna be a geisha after watching the movie.

Too bad I wasn’t able to fully enjoy the movie as my stomach was really bothering me. Not to mention enduring the freezing cold theatre of Bishan Junction 8. Back to my tummy, it was filled with air as I hadn’t had a bite since morning (I caught the movie at 8.30pm) and when I ate some snacks, my stomach felt extremely bloated! It was horrible, here I was watching this highly anticipated movie and my stupid stomach was doing evil things to me. Talk about lousy timing! Plus I was burping away in the cinema because I can’t help it and party also because I wanted to get all the air out. Freaking irritating okay. People must be thinking what a pig this girl is and wondered what was my date doing with me, well mind your own business! Cannot burp is it?

At this point of writing this entry, I just received some unpleasant sms. Now I totally have no mood to blog anymore. Haiz… That’s it for now I guess. Will update soon.

I am an avid blog reader of some famous bloggers for some weeks now. An unlikely habit for me to pick up, as I generally don’t enjoy reading about other peoples’ mundane lives. Especially how they whine and complain about petty everyday issues.

However, I have come to realize that there are more to these whining and complaining. Some of these blogs are seriously informative and funny (I mean like laughing-while-rolling-on-the-floor kinda funny)! So here I was innocently indulging myself to these harmless pleasures one night when I came across a hate-site. A hate-site is website created for hating a public figure (usually a famous blogger). If you are a famous person, a hate-site is almost indefinitely unavoidable and inevitable. Think of it as a reverse fan-site. Don’t ask me why but this is just how the world works, lots of people like you and therefore you become famous and once you are near the top, the same people who used to adore you decided that they would like to stomp on you now. Tough.

Anyway we used to think that blogging is just for fun. Simply a tool for us to distress and talk about over a cuppa coffee but who knows it can also become a career for some? Suddenly, this blogging business is being taken seriously. People start to sit up and take notice of what a blogger has to say. Gradually people start to see a professional blogger in a different light but for every up, there will unquestionably be a down side. You can’t expect everyone to love you; you can’t expect everybody to worship you. If you do then you’re a fool because almost every famous individual have his or her own haters but when is enough ever enough?

Take for example if this famous blogger wrote about some controversial topic and naturally her haters would take some sort of action to overthrow her. Be it flaming her in their hate-sites or physically abusing her, it is almost always entertaining to watch. However have you ever thought of it this way: There are actually people out there who dedicated their lives to destroy another person’s life. Sure, they claimed that they are fighting for a cause and that particular blogger is a bad influence to public but come on, what can you achieve by targeting ONE INDIVIDUAL?

If this famous blogger claims that she loves sharks fin soup and her haters immediately pounce on her for being an insensitive-cold-blooded-shark-killer. What good does it really do to target an individual if it is really the sharks that you are concerned about? Wouldn’t you do more good by starting a campaign against consuming sharks fin rather than condemning this particular blogger to no end in your pathetic hate-site? To summarize it all, all this deal about hate-sites are bullshit and it is exactly what its name signify: HATE. What good can there ever come out of hate? Nothing! Hate-site owners are just jealous of an individual’s fame and success therefore they are finding means and ways to destroy that person. DO NOT argue that he/she is not famous to begin with and thus it is ridiculous to assume that you are jealous because nobody is free enough to set up a hate-site for a nobody.

One other thing that I came to realize is this: Usually the blogger with the most haters is a female AND usually the haters themselves are females too. What does that say? I should know as I am a female myself but I truly do not comprehend why this is all happening in the female-blogging-world? Am I ready to admit that females are in general spiteful/petty/unforgiving/unreasonable/domineering/demanding and down right cruel? NO and I don’t want to. Ever. That is why I hope that those hate-site owners would one day wake up (or get somebody to slap them), smell the coffee and close down their sites for good! By hating someone famous will never get you famous, the most it does is get you some cheap attention for a little while and then everybody will get sick of all the hate you are emitting. Bottom line is: GET A LIFE.

Yesterday I just went for this photo shoot for my new com card. Except for being chided for touching my hair while it was getting styled and putting on my own make up beforehand, it was a breeze. I love the cameraman (not that kind of love) because he is funny, cheerful and easy-going. He makes me comfortable in front of the camera thus we were able to wrap things up early.

My new agent however is kinda pushy, kinda hard-to-please, a perfectionist. I admit I felt a little intimidated at first. Who is this man? Trying to order me around like I am a freaking amateur? Do I have to remind him that this is NOT my first time doing a photo shoot? He insensitively commented on my little belly. Poked a safety pin into my skirt to tighten it without asking me first. Practically made a face to every piece of outfit that I’ve brought. Already, I dread working for this man.

After the shoot, I phoned my dad to pick me up from the studio as he and my mom were shopping somewhere nearby. When they arrived, my agent actually walked me to the car and told me to be careful as it was raining. He also advised me to be careful when I’m wearing such a short skirt because I might accidentally flash myself. This got me to think that maybe he ain’t so bad after all. Perhaps he just wanted to be good at his work and therefore is such a critic. This is our first photo shoot together. Possibly we need some more time to get to know each other better.

Anyway, I will be on the cover of SNAG magazine for this month. It should be out in a few days’ time. Friends, please support me by buying some copies. Ha ha. Very thick-skinned right? Hey, its not everyday I get to be on the cover of a magazine okay, let me be thick-skinned a bit lah and if you happen to see that issue, rest assured at it IS me. I know it doesn’t look like me because of the thick makeup/hair extensions/expert airbrushing skills. Some of you might think, it CANNOT be Michelle Huang, that Plain Jane but let me tell you: Make up/lighting/airbrushing does wonders okay! Any girl on the street will look glamorous after such pampering (I call it intensive care).

In fact, let me tell you a secret, some of us look like shit after we wash off our make up (Yes, yes me included)! You’ll be surprised by the quality of a model these days. Seriously, anyone can be a model as long as you have a full head of hair/decent height/not obese/dare to bare (don’t have to be totally nude lah). You don’t even need to have clear skin, because most of the time, the makeup brand that the makeup artist use is ICI! Coated layer after layer onto one’s face, even the moon will look smooth after that kinda treatment. Ah, what will we do without the invention of ICI? Nippon paint is also not bad actually (when the lizard crawl onto your face, it will also slide off!).

That’s it for now folks, more blogging soon!

Some time ago, I received this incredibly crude and repulsive message from a total stranger from Friendster. When I first read it, I was shocked, angry and disgusted. This is exactly what he wrote:

Date:	Friday, December 23, 2005 6:14:00 PM
Subject:	hi
Message:	hello do u think we can be friend and I think your CHEEBYE is tight for a GOOD FUCK. I want to try FUCKING YOUR STUPID CHEEBYE and after I finish FUCK YOUR USELESS CHEEBYE I will throw you aside. dun be shy ok! if you are not interested for a GOOD FUCK just ignore this msg and don’t have to reply.

What is his problem? I don’t claim to be a virginal-goodie-two-shoe-Mary or a super sensitive bitch but I am sure any girl would be offended by this kind of language. I would understand his foul message if I did something to anger him (not that it would justify his behavior) but I have never seen or corresponded with this man before. He is a total stranger!

Initially, I wanted to file a police report right away because my friend’s friend is a policeman and he told me I could if I wanted to. However, after I calmed down, I thought over it and decided that it didn’t make any sense; right before this crude message, he actually sent me a pretty decent one. Saying that he wishes to be my friend and hope that I would reply him. The usual stuff guys say. Both the messages were sent on the same day, if he wanted to insult me, he wouldn’t have bothered to send the decent message in the first place right? He can’t be angry about the fact that I did not reply his initial message because both messages were sent merely minutes apart. How could I possibly have replied him in such a short span of time even if I wanted to?

So being logical and collected, (I was in a good mood because I lost 2kg due to my fever.) I sent this man a message through Friendster. I showed him that message he sent me and inquired if his pc was actually hacked by some prankster who wanted to get him into trouble or something? Maybe his gf used his pc, read the message he sent me; got jealous thus wrote me that note to punish him (or me)? I also warned him that if he doesn’t clarify this matter with me soon, I would definitely file a police report because I felt violated after reading all that crap!

I am not being a drama queen and neither am I too free to purposefully kick up such a fuss but I sincerely feel that women have been taking this kinda shit from men for far too long. Usually girls between the ages of 12 - 18 will keep their mouths shut whenever they are molested/raped/harassed/violated by men. That is because they feel shamed/dirty and not brave enough to fight back. Unfortunately for this guy, I am no longer 18 (although I wish I am.) and this does not only concern actually physical harassment. You cannot say a female is not being harassed if she hasn’t being touched. As long as she felt violated and is affected be it emotionally or physically, it is definitely qualified as sexual harassment.

Guys, you wouldn’t want your gf/friend/sister to actually get molested before you do something right? Your aim should be to prevent it and NOT sit around and wait for it to happen before you take action. Therefore we have to take non-physical harassment just as seriously.

I could have posted his picture and linked his friendster to this thread but I chose not to because this is not some petty revenge and I am still waiting for his reply. My aim is also to get my message across (regardless how little people actually reads my blog) and want guys out there to think twice before they send this kind of immature and insulting messages to any female. If you don’t want your gf/friend/sister to experience this kind of nonsense from filthy minded guys, please don’t be one yourself. What goes around comes around.

P.S. To be fair, we should also protect the guys as well if some crazy bitch molest/rape/harass/violate them. It is NOT RIGHT regardless of your gender. (Although I suspect that some guys would secretly be pleased with that kind of attention.)

Okay guys, I have waited for this pervert’s reply for a few days now and I reckon that this asshole is purposefully ignoring me. Very well, if this bastard thinks that I am harmless and is just crying wolf, I ought to show him what I can do. I shall post his picture in this thread so that ladies would be wary of him if they see him on the streets. Here goes:

If you wanna check out his profile, click on the link below:

Showcase of a typical Singaporean PERVERT!

Today is my birthday! How did I celebrated it? My bf and I booked a hotel in town on Friday (6th Jan) and spent the whole day together. We counted down to my 18th birthday (kidding, I’m bloody 23) in the hotel room. Actually planned to join some of his friends at MOS because there was this event and I know the organizer so I got invited and could bring another person in for free but I was down with fever! Very suay right? I swear I’m not those fragile girls who fall sick often but why does it have to happen on the eve of my birthday? That is so totally unfair.

Anyway, something happened that made my blood boil: My bloody bf wanted to go down to MOS so much that he actually considered dragging his sick gf all the way down to bring him in AND take a cab back to the hotel by herself! Hello! As if my falling sick isn’t bad enough, I had to drag my ass all the way down to MOS and second-hand smoke just so my inconsiderate bf can party on MY BIRTHDAY? Is MOS really that fun? Are his friends so much more important than me? Or worst still, am I really that boring to be alone with?

However in the end he didn’t go. I hope it was because he felt that it was the right thing to do to stay behind and look after his gf and not because he sense that there is a war brewing underneath my calm facade. All in all, I grudgingly forgave him BUT not after he got a well-deserved super long lecture from me! You guys might think that I’m being a bit harsh for he didn’t go in the end but to me, it was bad enough that he actually considered it. I mean, if the roles were reversed I won’t even bat an eyelash and buzz my friends to tell them that I won’t be joining them as my bf is SICK on his BIRTHDAY. Enough of this subject, I am starting to flare up again or maybe it might just be the workings of my fever.

Another guy got on my nerve as well because of my ill-fated fever. The organizer of the event at MOS; I was checking my mails in Friendster (Thanks for all the sweet birthday greetings my friends!) and I got this stupid/petty/predictable (predictable in his case as he gives new meaning to the word petty) mail from him.

He wrote:

Subject:	Re: Ministry of Sound, Singapore
Message:	u never came….next time i wun ask u already.

Come on lah! I know that it was partly my fault that I did not inform him earlier BUT that was because I was already extremely angry with my idiotic bf AND suffering from a fever. Would you people cut me some slack? I was totally ready to apologize for not turning up if he could just wait for ONE BLOODY SECOND!

Frustrating as it was, I kind of expected it from him because I know his character. Once, he tried to ask me out on a date and I told him that I would need to get back to him on that (I didn’t say that I won’t go plus girls need to pretend pretend to check their schedule what!) and he told me: Then forget it, no one dares to reject me!

Once again in unison, HELLO! Who does he think he is? I am sure even hunks like Josh Hartnett/Brad Pitt/David Beckham gets rejected once in a while… Okay maybe not but he is NOT like Josh/Brad or David! Not even remotely. Moreover I DID NOT reject him even though I should. What a scumbag. Huff huff… Okay  enough of this subject as well. I am really flaring up now. Girls, if we can’t count on guys to treat us right (not all guys just some guys), lets all treat each other better. Next time, appreciate your gf and give her a big warm thank-you-for-being-there hug (I so need it right now).

By the way, if you guys are interested to see how this self-proclaimed scumbag "Valentino" looks like. Check out this picture:

 

If you can’t get enough of him, click on this link for more… ahem… hunky pictures:

My oh my Douglas you make my panties wet!

My first sentence written in my brand new blog! Gosh, this just proves how idle I am. NOT that all bloggers are idle. Anyway, just 4 months ago, ignorant little me don’t even know what a blog is! I got enlightened at a casting where I met this sweet girl who explained it to me when she spotted her favorite blogger there as well. Since then, I too became an avid reader of that particular blogger thus the inspiration to start my own blog.

However, I was still quite puzzled as to what one should write in a blog? I asked around and these are some of the answers I got:

• Your thoughts and opinions on everything under the sun (Will people REALLY be interested in what I think? Doubtful.)

• Just treat it as you would a dairy, jot down everything personal and memorable. (That is utter nonsense, even a newbie like me knows that a blog can NEVER EVER remotely be treated as a dairy! Who would write about personal stuff like the way they like to dig their nose and gobble up the shit when they were little? Or the fact that they farted during a date and turned to glare at the person at the next table? Although I am sure that the blog WILL become a hit if I do treat it as a dairy and put my reputation as stake. Is it worth it? NO.)

• Use it as a tool of revenge and vent all your frustration and anger by bad mouthing whoever dares to mess with you! (Come on people, will a nice sweet girl like me EVER do such a thing? You bet I will!)

• On the contrary, it can also be a very useful tool in attaining true love or at least some cheap attention. (How? You might ask. Well, remember that cute guy/girl you always have a crush on who is a friend of a friend of a friend? Remember how whenever you muster up the courage to talk to that person but when he/she turned around to look at you, they can only find a puddle of clothes and shoes at where you were originally standing? You can profess your love to your little heart’s content in your blog knowing that EVERYONE can read and gossip about it and yet pretend that it is a secret crush. Pray that he/she will stumble upon your humble blog and come to realize your undying love and affection for him/her and when he/she ask you about it, just act surprise/shock/confuse/embarrass that your little secret is out. At this point all you can do is hope that he/she feels the same way.)

After listening to all these different opinions about what a blog is. I finally decided to cast it ALL away and just write nonsensical stuff in it. Sorry guys.

So stay tuned for more nonsensical stuff coming from Michelle’s twisted little brain. More blogging soon!