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lips like sugar.♥
michelleongjialing(:
21 december 1988
michelligence@hotmail.com
shopaholic.
bowler.
party lover.
♥

CURRENTLY IN:
chongzheng pri
junyuan sec
56th COY girls' brigade
tampines junior college, 06S26
TPJCbowling
singapore institute of management
-university of london, bsc accounting&finance

♥HEARTS
mum,dad and bro.
all her favourite people.
partying!
retail therapy!
bowling.
singing.
the beach.
S.H.E.
yellow,black&white.

Friday, August 28, 2009

today's steamboat session has been brought forward, so instead..


we had k buffet at cine ytd!


the fooddd!


happily singing oldies. hahaha..


my always-in-high-spirits colleague! lol..


angela, and all of us!


seowhan and alycia!


(:


just realised that there's quite a large collection of bottles here. hahaha..


and this huge chivas is for you may! i immediately tot of you when i saw this.. hahaha.
(:

initially was considering to extend the contract of my job when i was offered to, but in the end i decided not to.. worked for a good whole 2 months and i had a great time with the orientialist, learned alotalot and am grateful for this chance.. sooooo, mon will be my last day of work.

and and, tuesday is results releasing day! OMGGG!
stress stress stress.. just hope for the best, all the best ppleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

why does love always feel like a battlefield.