<?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-19203031</id><updated>2011-12-03T21:05:37.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple green orange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-7066998899284233764</id><published>2009-12-28T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:27:10.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is coming to an end</title><content type='html'>Christmas was extremely fun. It's amazing how I managed to have fun even though I was dead tired, my contact lenses were dropping out of my eyes and I was winking like mad to try to keep them in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 has flown by so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School ended half a year ago. Work began 3 months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my graduation photo at a studio yesterday. I cant wait to see how the photos turn out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be performing at the Esplanade on 30th December. I cant wait for it too! Looks like there are many things to be excited about, except work. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7066998899284233764?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7066998899284233764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7066998899284233764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7066998899284233764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7066998899284233764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-is-coming-to-end.html' title='2009 is coming to an end'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-7338829142334653473</id><published>2009-10-08T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:12:22.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the (nose) gold-digging begin</title><content type='html'>today i started my first big engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say it's very scary and challenging especially when i'm new and blurr and even more when i keep asking my colleague questions. he seemed to be irritated with me at times but i dont care! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saddest part is leaving my office and not being able to see my friends for a few weeks or months even. and now im stuck with someone i do not know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i shall concentrate on doing my job well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7338829142334653473?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7338829142334653473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7338829142334653473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7338829142334653473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7338829142334653473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-nose-gold-digging-begin.html' title='let the (nose) gold-digging begin'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2381208413638569428</id><published>2009-09-20T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:51:45.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im loving the extended weekend</title><content type='html'>the weekend has been good so far. apart from me having to do my goal setting for work, it has been really good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogger is finally ok but i cant bluetooth my pics from my hp to my computer. something is always wrong with technology! or is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched the Ugly Truth with samuel yesterday. it was good. but i still prefer the Proposal. something about romantic comedies is getting to me. i think after being cooped up in the office for a whole week, a romantic comedy really makes me laugh and relax. more romantic comedies please! (but not crappy, brainless ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of seating in the office for the whole day, nothing can add more fat to my body than that. i seriously need to exercise which is why i am thinking of joining a gym near my office. hmm i shall ask my friend more about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr i'll b gng to nadiah's hse for some malay food! yummy! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall now continue my goal setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;america's next top model is back! yay! more programmes for me to watch =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2381208413638569428?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2381208413638569428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2381208413638569428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2381208413638569428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2381208413638569428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-loving-extended-weekend.html' title='im loving the extended weekend'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4351019700331277137</id><published>2009-09-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:24:55.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad and his bird friend</title><content type='html'>my dad made a new friend today. a bird, dunno what breed (looks a little like parrot), came (yes, came, not flew because its wings are clipped so it cant fly) into our kitchen today. my dad kindly took the bird in and is treating the bird like his new found friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came home&lt;br /&gt;dad: there's a bird in our kitchen&lt;br /&gt;me: what?!&lt;br /&gt;dad: a bird came into our kitchen. while i was washing the cups, i heard a bird sound.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?! (still in shock) how come the bird never fly away?&lt;br /&gt;dad: its wings are clipped, it cant fly. it looked very sleepy so i went to buy some bird food and vitamin for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner and i was cutting fruits&lt;br /&gt;dad to bird: u want some fruit?&lt;br /&gt;dad to me: cut a small portion for the bird&lt;br /&gt;dad to bird: here's a fruit. u dont want? ok i keep it for ur breakfast&lt;br /&gt;me: ???? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i suspect the bird is one of my many neighbours'. we shall keep it until someone comes to claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant upload any picture because blogger is still crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started working. my first week was hell for me. i had to wake up at 6plus every morning and sit in the training room for the whole day. but it was great to see some familiar faces and make new friends. i went to my unit to take a look and the staff there were packed like sardines. my auditing life will officially start on friday. im quite excited to see how it'll be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is in china, wuhan for 6 weeks. ive taken over her table and chair muahaha. now im skype-ing with my sister and mum :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4351019700331277137?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4351019700331277137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4351019700331277137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4351019700331277137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4351019700331277137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dad-and-his-bird-friend.html' title='my dad and his bird friend'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5521019988293770012</id><published>2009-08-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:26:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my goodness, time flies</title><content type='html'>my last post was on wednesday. it is now sunday. so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another chapter of my life is beginning and think i'm starting to feel a little excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i shall let u know how it goes on tuesday. until then, i shall enjoy my final day of holiday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still smth seriously wrong with blogger. crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5521019988293770012?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5521019988293770012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5521019988293770012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5521019988293770012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5521019988293770012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-goodness-time-flies.html' title='my goodness, time flies'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6942954074454687750</id><published>2009-08-26T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:55:36.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to perform</title><content type='html'>This week is performance week for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir (the Vocal Consort) that my choir (Wild Empire) is currently collaborating (smth like that. when we sing with them, we're collectively known as vocal consort) with has 2 performances this week. Yesterday we performed at the Esplanade, a first for me, for the Leong Yoon Pin concert (2 songs). Then on sunday, we'll be guest performing at Victoria Concert Hall (3 songs). Guess what? All our songs are in chinese. How exciting =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so good for the slacker who's rotting at home aka me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh next tuesday! Barely one more week, 5 days to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I shouldn't count in days. Let's see..5 days x 24hrs x 60min x 60 sec = 432,000 secs. Am i even doing this correctly? My brain is rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye, I'm going to watch the taiwanese drama Pi(3) Zi(4) Ying(1) Xiong(2) aka Black &amp; White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i think i know why i'm still in choir after all these years. Despite multiple scoldings from ms ong and feeling sad about not singing up to standard, i know that i want to improve and i know that i can never easily leave this group of friends whom i have come to love so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6942954074454687750?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6942954074454687750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6942954074454687750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6942954074454687750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6942954074454687750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-perform.html' title='time to perform'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2927970842043659749</id><published>2009-08-21T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:08:24.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b3-23</title><content type='html'>August is not a happy month. Because September is next. Which means that I'm starting work soon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm supposed to feel excited because I've slacked for quite some time and finally I get to earn some money. BUT, I'm not. The thought of meeting new people (and those I already know) and talking to people makes me nervous. Sometimes I enjoy keeping to myself and being a loner. It takes great effort to look happy everyday and think of things to say to people. Oh well, it is part of being human right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say that August brings me only sadness and no happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stayover at Aroon's was fun. We played Bang! (a board game we bought for him for his bday) until 5.30am and woke up at 12pm to attend our malay friend's wedding. Stef, Emily and I took 1.5hrs to get ready and Aroon had to wait for us. Haha. Sorry Aroon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry no pics cos blogger is crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I meet up with Huiru, Chyeling, Vina, Lynette and late-comer Adeline at Ion Orchard. We ate at B3-23. Lousy food and pitiful waiters because they had to kneel to take our orders. The food was lousy but the company was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had my first driving lesson. I am a nervous driver and uncle kept scolding me. It wasnt easy because uncle speaks very softly in chinese. Sometimes i cant hear him or understand what he's saying but he'll say that my nervousness results in my lack of hearing. BUT NVM, I will try harder next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2927970842043659749?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2927970842043659749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2927970842043659749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2927970842043659749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2927970842043659749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/08/b3-23.html' title='b3-23'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1406803937818813237</id><published>2009-08-02T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:43:16.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomato sauce and the spork</title><content type='html'>i had dinner with my Wild Empire friends at terminal 3 last night. we bought popeye's, sat like refugees on the viewing gallery floor and ate. very very fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive a month of holidays left before i start work. aside from watching &lt;i&gt;The Big Bang Theory, &lt;/i&gt;playing facebook games and preparing for the Leong Yoon Pin concert, maybe i'll be going to Batam with my friends, Bangkok with sam and Jakarta to visit mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1406803937818813237?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1406803937818813237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1406803937818813237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1406803937818813237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1406803937818813237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomato-sauce-and-spork.html' title='tomato sauce and the spork'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-7904129144503878309</id><published>2009-07-30T17:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:46:35.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my convocation</title><content type='html'>I am finally a graduate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i returned to Singapore on the 23rd, I was supposed to have a phototaking session at home with my family on the 25th BUT i got bitten my an insect on MY EYELID! It was so swollen and red, i tot putting this particular cream wld make it better BUT it did not! In the end, there was only a trip to the doctor and no phototaking session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(will upload horrible eye pics when i get them frm my dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, the swelling had already gone down by 27th July-my convocation day. I wasnt excited about the day at all. My parents and grandparents seemed more excited than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt take many pics. Most of them were of me and my family and that's good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnF0myEmnRI/AAAAAAAAAig/cFwW5iQEuvw/s400/convo_01.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364196840799902994" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnF1anJ85pI/AAAAAAAAAio/k4xoPMPiGvs/s400/convo_02.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364197731222742674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7904129144503878309?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7904129144503878309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7904129144503878309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7904129144503878309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7904129144503878309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-convocation.html' title='my convocation'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnF0myEmnRI/AAAAAAAAAig/cFwW5iQEuvw/s72-c/convo_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-576600229918436256</id><published>2009-07-29T15:04:00.053+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:58:39.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest is still unwritten</title><content type='html'>I returned to Singapore on 23 July from a 5 days trip to Hangzhou and Shanghai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days were spent in Hangzhou where the choir competition, Orientale Concentus II was held and 1 day was spent shopping in Shanghai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that although it was the most tiring and emotionally draining 5 days i have ever spent abroad, i had loads of fun with the Wild Empire people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 (19 July): Shanghai/Hangzhou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Sm_-eIjZ6II/AAAAAAAAAco/PSvEnAYYrJ4/s400/Collage_001.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363785474867062914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 5 stars hotel room, with a very nice bathroom (but no pics of the bathroom)&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Sm_-elwn4ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/RfixSWPFXWg/s400/Collage_002.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363785482707132818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful, clean and green Hangzhou with many skyscrapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Sm_98DqfchI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bWZaH7x0S_Q/s400/Collage_003.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363784889439056402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our daily 10 course meal with similar dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnADoBfKKOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EBqm8YvIYNY/s400/SDC11818.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363791142327036130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 (20 July): Hangzhou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the most tiring day. It was practice day. I woke up at 6.15am, showered, had breakfast, had my makeup done, had my roomie's make up done, and warmed up by 8.40am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roomie, Shijia and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAEJhN6g0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/XRNufP7_WMY/s400/n705359513_2174002_8001510.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363791717780325186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnADnkFvIcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZsmZTBkNTa4/s400/Collage_004.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363791134435779010" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAEJ566yYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0mDG6R5VI3U/s400/Collage_005.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363791724411537794" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAEJ3b8dxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1-m8bnQoa6w/s400/Collage_006.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363791723744753426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 (21 July): Hangzhou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Competition day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 5 plus, rushed like crazy doing all the things i did the day before, including hair styling this time and met the others at the lobby at 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My choir, Wild Empire, got a Gold C which i am not one bit disappointed about. Im sure that we will work harder to achieve better in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vocal Consort, which my choir and some nus people collaborated with, got a Gold A :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting to have our temperatures checked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFX1LlYdPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SXefo9jfbYg/s400/Collage_029.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364165202329236722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild Empire during competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAE1t4EveI/AAAAAAAAAdg/r2Fno-c4Ef4/s400/Collage_007.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363792477092625890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alto section!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAF_2AMrDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hI3o2YRiSE0/s400/Collage_008.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363793750584503346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phototaking after prize presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAGATSdM6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_3MowraIrWU/s400/5728_106806529513_705359513_2174122_6129046_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363793758445712290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAGAvujAlI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GexpgvxSSoQ/s400/5728_106806714513_705359513_2174127_1255174_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363793766079726162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild Empire (in Batik) and the Vocal Consort (in black)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAGvJEWhrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZjV_22Ja1ws/s400/5728_106807729513_705359513_2174176_4560425_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363794563156051634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAGvtjsgHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VJ61VtTv9j0/s400/5853_1056152658732_1673311431_112333_927896_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363794572951191666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After competition outing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFhBAIIFnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8OpE09vFbGg/s400/5728_106807864513_705359513_2174180_3407255_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364175301016819314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFhBdA0CmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CBbDGZxDXAs/s1600-h/5728_106807904513_705359513_2174181_4334932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFhBdA0CmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/CBbDGZxDXAs/s400/5728_106807904513_705359513_2174181_4334932_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364175308770773602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 (22 July): Solar eclipse and Hangzhou tour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched the solar eclipse from our hotel breakfast area. The view was very good! Too bad my camera couldnt capture the niceness of the eclipse. I had to grab them from my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAIzuqE8MI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YcRr_xEbhLo/s400/Collage_009.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363796840989126850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited the famous Mei Jia Wu Village and got persuaded to buy some very expensive tea. I bought one bottle each for my dad and grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnAL2E-Eq7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-sjufNZiuZA/s400/Collage_010.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363800179873196978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went walking around some garden and sat a boat ride around the West Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFERg6_d0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/W1hAAIFNAUA/s400/Collage_011.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364143698860799810" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFERvY_2sI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RoEkWLOVfZY/s400/Collage_012.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364143702744750786" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFER_CenOI/AAAAAAAAAew/kdQDlto0U2c/s400/Collage_013.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364143706945264866" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFF6mzffII/AAAAAAAAAe4/CV-hJ5tZIoE/s400/Collage_014.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364145504326220930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, a few of us went to watch the Songcheng Show. I guess it was supposed to be some dance/acrobat show about the history of Hangzhou but turned out to be some multi-cultural themed show. Although the plot was lacking, the lighting, water effects and props were superb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFHlgXB_UI/AAAAAAAAAfA/uskJG_nPKus/s400/Collage_015.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364147340842237250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful backgrounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFICjKF5OI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jjub8OywBuY/s400/Collage_016.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364147839809479906" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFIYKScZrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gkvf-wkjStU/s400/Collage_017.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364148211090745010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy dancers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFKUmB2mtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qSK_yqH5rpw/s400/Collage_018.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364150348841130706" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFKvkL6ajI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XrEiAbOo-Xs/s400/Collage_019.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364150812202920498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFLpQpgAQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZnyHVWenmWc/s400/Collage_020.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364151803390722306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFLp4n0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Fugtts4wTGQ/s400/Collage_021.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364151814121088306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFMWaBXYEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/RA_6dZzKTTk/s400/Collage_022.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364152579000852546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waterfall and real rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFNCdSFTPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uHd7ChqrexQ/s400/Collage_023.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364153335790521586" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFOKQwLidI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nIRqSY7c2G4/s400/Collage_024.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154569377679826" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFOZfY8buI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xCWQGSjZN6Q/s400/Collage_025.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364154831004790498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, we went on to explore the Songcheng city and ended up at "Weird Street".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFStBnIDtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/g6Y6lJ4ODlY/s400/Collage_026.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364159564655103698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFTyxTqtHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vnauK1XYBxo/s400/Collage_027.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364160762869363826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We look bigger sitting on the left. Optical illusion due to some perception glass (or smth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFUcDUJi0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eQAGxxl16z0/s400/n705359513_2174412_6351194.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364161472077859650" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFUcU2XrBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lMSi96IyxwI/s400/n705359513_2174413_3762824.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364161476784794642" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFUcjoyZ9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/wyIi4mCJnEQ/s400/n705359513_2174414_1458713.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364161480754358226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFUxNg_bvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Ztl4Z-Pd0EA/s400/Collage_028.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364161835593330418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5 (23 July): Hangzhou/Shanghai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a few hours in Shanghai at the "Old Shanghai Street". That's where i did most of my shopping for souvenirs and tried the infamous "smelly tofu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFYsv72kmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ecCJcrh7GQc/s400/Collage_030.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364166156979966562" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFZn7huBGI/AAAAAAAAAho/qmuaqJfqN3Q/s400/Collage_031.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364167173703861346" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFaO3704OI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FF15AWEW8PQ/s400/Collage_032.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364167842754519266" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFa1yk7IJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mOLYgJzEjls/s400/Collage_033.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364168511331180690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time to leave Shanghai and China. I was damn tired but i watched 2 movies in the plane and slept for only 15mins! The rest of the time was spent disturbing my friends and drinking Baileys haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SnFbTVwavZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CNifYxGgovU/s400/Collage_034.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364169018990837138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank those ppl whom i had grabbed photos from. I hope u all dont mind :) To Kevin, Darryl, Juat, Xuelian, M Chong, Fangqi. THANKIEW :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-576600229918436256?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/576600229918436256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=576600229918436256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/576600229918436256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/576600229918436256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-is-still-unwritten.html' title='the rest is still unwritten'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Sm_-eIjZ6II/AAAAAAAAAco/PSvEnAYYrJ4/s72-c/Collage_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6060376210157629038</id><published>2009-07-08T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:48:59.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest entertainer of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Death is unavoidable but at times, comes too soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am deeply saddened by the death of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching the MJ memorial last night on tv, i couldnt help but cry. There is no doubting the impact he has on the world. From his voice, to his dancing, to his weird antics, he captured all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember listening to his songs on Class 95fm when i was young. Although years have passed since his heyday, everytime i hear his music, i feel like im hearing it for the first time. His soulful voice, meaningful songs, energetic dancing are all unrivalled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will never be another entertainer as good as Michael Jackson. Im just thankful that i was able to witness his magic while he was alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Dirty Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6060376210157629038?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6060376210157629038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6060376210157629038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6060376210157629038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6060376210157629038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-entertainer-of-all-time.html' title='The greatest entertainer of all time'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-9113923421265278380</id><published>2009-07-04T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:16:07.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refreshing rain</title><content type='html'>this week was exceptionally fun&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;swimming and suntanning with stef&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bonding under the temperamental sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;steamboat and timbre with secondary sch friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so-so food, good music, great company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bowling and swimming with dad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad loves the jacuzzi pool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, if u think that i wldve gotten darker from all that swimming and suntanning, u'll b disappointed. apparently, while some others have stubborn hair that refuse to curl, i have stubborn skin that refuse to get darker. seems like my snow white days will last a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now ive to study for my advanced theory test which is on tues. i hope i wont fail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-9113923421265278380?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/9113923421265278380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=9113923421265278380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/9113923421265278380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/9113923421265278380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/07/refreshing-rain.html' title='refreshing rain'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5272442753872228539</id><published>2009-06-23T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:46:32.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my insatiable hunger for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DURIANS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SkCF7CxAKSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7cXHD78AGhA/s400/durian.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350423606717327650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, i had to put a fake pic cos i didnt have enough self-control to take a pic before eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, the durian has been the love of my life since... i dunno when. i guess i was influenced by my dad and mama and grandparents so very long ago. i will never ever wince at the opportunity to have some =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after lunch, my dad and i bought four D something durians (dont ask me what's D21 or D42 or D whatever. i just eat) and brought them to my grandma's place to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my dad has plans to buy a farm and plant durian trees. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5272442753872228539?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5272442753872228539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5272442753872228539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5272442753872228539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5272442753872228539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-insatiable-hunger-for.html' title='my insatiable hunger for...'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SkCF7CxAKSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7cXHD78AGhA/s72-c/durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5036691401941840432</id><published>2009-06-15T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:16:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will read till my eyes pop out</title><content type='html'>muahahah!! (the evil satisfied-with-myself laughter)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i accomplished so much today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished reading 2 books - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; by Sophie Kinsella (yes, the movie) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Quentins&lt;/span&gt; by Maeve Binchy (borrowed from my friend about 2 yrs back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ive another 3 more books to finish before this saturday cos ive to return the books, 7 in total, to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, samuel's out of camp for the whole day tmr. what shall we do?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5036691401941840432?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5036691401941840432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5036691401941840432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5036691401941840432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5036691401941840432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-read-till-my-eyes-pop-out.html' title='i will read till my eyes pop out'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-709424729546744321</id><published>2009-06-14T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:24:04.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the food, the fireworks, and the gossip</title><content type='html'>Potluck and watching fireworks with my choir friends...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, my Stef's Toasted Focaccia (pronounced for-kat-chia) Sandwich was sold out! All my hard work (and sweat) did not go to waste. Sorry, no pictures but mayb i'll grab from my friend if she uploads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends prepared other food like cheesecake (sinfully good), beehoon (fried with love and inner fire), sausage wrapped with roti prata, fruit salad, bacon with sausage and enoka mushroom (smth like that), drinks, tidbits. All very yummy too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a very delicious meal. Plus, there were fireworks at 830pm too!! The fireworks were very very good!! We didnt expect it to be that good. We were all pleasantly surprised from the 11 storey of block 302 in Yishun =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I shall start researching for new food to bring to our next potluck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-709424729546744321?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/709424729546744321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=709424729546744321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/709424729546744321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/709424729546744321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-fireworks-and-gossip.html' title='the food, the fireworks, and the gossip'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1422020684520182880</id><published>2009-06-12T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:03:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stef's Toasted Focaccia Sandwich</title><content type='html'>I'll be making &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Stef's Toasted Focaccia Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for tomorrow's potluck with my wild empire friends. Yes stef, i named it after u cos u were the one who taught me how to do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients purchased just now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey ham (good quality ok! expensive stuff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterhead lettuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garlic spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focaccia bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steps to make the perfect Stef's Toasted Focaccia Sandwich (what a mouthful!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slice Focaccia bread laterally into half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spread garlic spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put turkey ham or any other ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put lettuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put tomato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1422020684520182880?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1422020684520182880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1422020684520182880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1422020684520182880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1422020684520182880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/06/stefs-toasted-focaccia-sandwich.html' title='Stef&apos;s Toasted Focaccia Sandwich'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2099001948824538129</id><published>2009-06-10T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:55:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blood, the gore, and everything nice</title><content type='html'>today i watched Blood: The Last Vampire with stef.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can i say? the title of the movie says it all. there was blood and nothing else. basically the last vampire, Saya, was on the search for the ultimate vampire, Onigen, who killed her father. Onigen turned out to be her mother and unleashed such fury in Saya that she killed Onigen (very easily). so, the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we met gladys n bernard in town and went about discussing when to go for a trip to msia, bangkok, hongkong? im not sure now where we're gng or when we're gng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, lunch was interesting. i ordered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pork Stamina&lt;/span&gt;! hence resulting in my increase in stamina. haha, just kidding. it turned out to be pork belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2099001948824538129?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2099001948824538129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2099001948824538129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2099001948824538129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2099001948824538129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/06/blood-gore-and-everything-nice.html' title='the blood, the gore, and everything nice'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-564435883665572080</id><published>2009-06-08T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:34:39.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the simpsons 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jingle bells, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batman smells, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robin laid an egg, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the batmobil broke its wheel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the joker got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up this morning to the sound of my upstairs neighbour's skipping and the fear of my ceiling falling on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest of my day was filled with naruto, bleach, gossip girl and grey's anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is life! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, here's a little shout out to my friends&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crystal, huiru, chyeling and adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i had so much fun with u all! we shld do it again soon. mayb mahjong =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-564435883665572080?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/564435883665572080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=564435883665572080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/564435883665572080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/564435883665572080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/06/simpsons-101.html' title='the simpsons 101'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5766046551901119892</id><published>2009-05-29T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:13:25.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when you do, please take me to somewhere cooler, where the wind blows</title><content type='html'>Ive finished reading my books. 1 per day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choir tonight and meeting up with my sec sch friends after. oh ya, i  have yet to watch a taiwan series i rented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun is coming my way :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5766046551901119892?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5766046551901119892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5766046551901119892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5766046551901119892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5766046551901119892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-when-you-do-please-take-me-to.html' title='and when you do, please take me to somewhere cooler, where the wind blows'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1745940783928756830</id><published>2009-05-28T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:29:37.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away Edward</title><content type='html'>Ive found new stuff to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stef, u see the little piggy on the left side? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Sh4epiXFHFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uujGYUiqWuU/s400/P5230579.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340739907055066194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1745940783928756830?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1745940783928756830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1745940783928756830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1745940783928756830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1745940783928756830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-me-away-edward.html' title='Take me away Edward'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Sh4epiXFHFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uujGYUiqWuU/s72-c/P5230579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-217065809485742076</id><published>2009-05-24T20:42:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:29:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time to Bali...</title><content type='html'>...and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, Bali is a great place for a vacation (at least a 4 days 3 nights stay). The weather was great, sunny but not as humid as Singapore and there are many places of attraction to visit (you can see some in my post here). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bali is a tourist island therefore you wont feel out of place as Bali is packed with tourists even during the non-peak season. Our driver adviced us that renting motorbikes is the way to go during the peak season as traffic jams are massive during that period. It costs less than SGD 10 for a 24hr rental including gas. I doubt i'll ever do that though..i wonder if bicycles are up for rental :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the people there speak english (and even chinese haha - i heard this balinese woman speak and it was very funny) and there were many restaurants and shops within walking distance of where i stayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything in Bali is very much commercialised, just like Bintan and Tioman. Even while driving pass some villages, I saw paintings, stone carvings, wood carvings, kites and other stuff being sold. There is no doubt that the balinese are very artisitic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and I took Valuair to Jakarta and met my mum there for an AirAsia flight to Bali. This flight was the noisiest one i had ever taken. There were babies crying, toddlers screaming, and more babies crying. My goodness. Anyway, by the time we reached Bali, it was lunch time. We took a taxi to our hotel, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovery Kartika Plaza Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;in Kuta&lt;/span&gt;, which was pretty nice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view from the 2nd level. Can see the swimming pool and sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq6bbdEt5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B5GLd4O5Jig/s400/SDC11582.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339785288590079890" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq6bhx29eI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gBqfIIo-TZQ/s400/SDC11584.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339785290287871458" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq6cGWiktI/AAAAAAAAAWA/zUjpZwFgjWU/s400/SDC11585.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339785300105401042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was alright, Ken wanted to submerge himself into the Balinese culture hence the food he ordered and the obsession with taking photos of his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq7sc0x8MI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NDc3yvmSz2w/s400/SDC11562.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339786680527352002" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq7s2I8eCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/93txOSW4i0g/s400/SDC11564.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339786687322814498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq7sDVg3eI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2c_xEqd4z0M/s400/SDC11565.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339786673685323234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming, drank at the bar in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swimming pool&lt;/span&gt; but no playing in the beach as the sun had set and it was *brrr* cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq-DLCXtmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_rnyK6-QeoM/s400/SDC11569.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789269912761954" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrAtiQQZfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bKzEIlskwds/s400/SDC11576.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339792196722779634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The swimming pool had a bar! We went there for a yoghurt shake and Bintang beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq-DvGI4XI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cxsh8eXSBQA/s400/SDC11573.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789279592243570" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq-D58ZQCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7a22cMIlSsw/s400/SDC11579.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789282504163362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we set off at 8.30am..sooo early...for our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"Traditional Bali" tour&lt;/span&gt; organised my my mum and our driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barong and Kris dance&lt;/span&gt; (Balinese traditional dance), in Denpasar, about an eternal fight between good and evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that even though the dance and costumes were interesting, it was boring at parts due to some talking and i had to keep referring to the description of the dance on the paper below to understand what was going on. However, i still recommend watching the dance (just once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrD1Q1pe0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/p6_OcaIQO3w/s400/SDC11593.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339795628021611330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The band playing music for the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrD2GDt9JI/AAAAAAAAAXo/P-OAr68If30/s400/SDC11588.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339795642307703954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here comes the Barong (a mythological creature representing good) although it looks kinda evil. muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrD2QjSpxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nGvYgrNX0pc/s400/SDC11595.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339795645124486930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrD254XmdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GZuNB9G6a14/s400/SDC11599.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339795656218745298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Weird-looking) Monkey posing for the cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrHjKK0sFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Zop9S389_xo/s400/SDC11608.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339799715040243794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancers supposedly representing servants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrHjn9inqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k4zgmQOrWro/s400/SDC11618.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339799723037597346" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrHj9062GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xRsPkrmGZVw/s400/SDC11621.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339799728907016290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rangda (a mythological monster) representing evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrLBuwGz6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/mC-GE9soQ3Q/s400/SDC11691.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339803538791255970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eventually good triumphants over evil and the Rangda is killed by followers of the Barong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrLB-eTlSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TKSV5z1YU8o/s400/SDC11697.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339803543011562786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temples&lt;/span&gt;. Bali has 75% hindu and 10% muslim residents hence their temples are mainly hindu influenced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrNawfD2TI/AAAAAAAAAZA/OQ-BRAdsa8k/s400/SDC11704.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806167776614706" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrNbahUKGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/eXlEeHm1YT8/s400/SDC11710.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806179060361314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrNbNS3tfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NNxRenTgvOU/s400/SDC11707.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806175510115826" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrQVrsP_QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YVHEoxP9OK4/s400/SDC11712.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809379125296386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful and tranquil temple grounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrQV-WmaUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OdAI2zSPX40/s400/SDC11714.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809384134764866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second temple (in the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrQWP4HTgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/G4qojnhZKcM/s400/SDC11720.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809388838735362" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrQWfEvJkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1roWImWvxQg/s400/SDC11727.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809392918210114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third temple.&lt;/span&gt; Went to this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mountain top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; temple&lt;/span&gt; (infested with monkeys) where the view was spectacular and my mum's spectacles got stolen by a monkey. HAHA. the monkey headed straight for her and took the spectacles off her face in a split second. but she got it back for 30,000 rupiah thanks to the help of the ppl who fed the monkey to distract it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then another monkey went to this woman, climbed onto her back and removed her scrunchy from her hair. HAHA. she screamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrQWjn7DjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Xk2f3bX_XZI/s400/SDC11729.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809394139532850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you see the great wall of "China"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrTYID_4UI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zjY2xuDduLk/s400/SDC11731.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339812719635718466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrTYaKC8DI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cNPJ0NSM9WE/s400/SDC11732.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339812724492922930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubba Gump Shrimp restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and market. Very yummy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrTY8XAFXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/x6XiqKc1h2w/s400/SDC11737.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339812733674067314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShrTZDovdUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FJWichRJmzw/s400/SDC11733.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339812735627523394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Shopping tour plus volcano and rice terrace&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set off for 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art markets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;in Ubud&lt;/span&gt; which sold mainly souvenirs, paintings and clothing. Both markets sold the same stuff but the first one we went to sold them at more extravagant prices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro and i bought 2 pieces of nice art...displayed in my house now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rice terrace&lt;/span&gt; in Sayan which was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shv8NH11CxI/AAAAAAAAAag/qJOt6YSdklU/s400/SDC11740.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139085551176466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to our fourth temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shv8Njhk7AI/AAAAAAAAAao/Qi5gTcpEOVw/s400/SDC11743.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139092982426626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shv8NzNdroI/AAAAAAAAAaw/eXJ_4RyZrq0/s400/SDC11755.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139097193033346" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shv8OFnrTJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/e42-df9ddXs/s400/SDC11746.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139102134815890" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shv8OhgOxkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UUUz-kwm4wc/s400/SDC11748.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340139109619779138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had lunch at the top of a mountain. The purpose was to view an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;active volcano, Mt. Batur and lake, also named Batur&lt;/span&gt; which was opposite it but it was rather cloudy that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of the lake from the restaurant. The volcano is on the left..but not in the photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShwApQQIx2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/zx-yB845Gdc/s400/SDC11757.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143966891853666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dinner at the hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShwAp9eWFKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FjO9q8xZSAQ/s400/SDC11759.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143979031041186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ken and mama with their food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShwAqFc8FWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wjiN9-xnCZY/s400/SDC11769.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143981172626786" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShwAqcP1bdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sYN5fFQaWI8/s400/SDC11771.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143987291680210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt enough time for us to take a long walk on the beach. The next time we're there, we're definitely going to spend more time in Bali, bake on the beach and play some water sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to Jakarta to my mum's house, a first time for Kenneth. Im sure he had so much fun with the movie marathon in my mum's house - 3 and a half movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/ShwAqjLvnOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pE4vgLjgU0A/s400/SDC11783.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143989153570018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-217065809485742076?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/217065809485742076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=217065809485742076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/217065809485742076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/217065809485742076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-time-to-bali.html' title='My first time to Bali...'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Shq6bbdEt5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/B5GLd4O5Jig/s72-c/SDC11582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-3780944388227993426</id><published>2009-05-24T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:42:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun, the sun and the sun</title><content type='html'>the scorching sun in Bali failed to get me tanned so, sadly, im still my snow white-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sadly again, i didnt do as well as i had hoped for my exams. freaking pop and jazz. i curse you larry! no, i blame myself for not s/u-ing it (excluding the grade from my CGPA) or even trying harder for it. i guess i will make mistakes (that i will regret) once in a while and i will have to live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things to be sad about but my holiday with mum and bro in Bali and Jakarta was something to be happy about. at least i have some happy memories to help to push the sad ones out. and of course i have the soon-to-come secret holiday with sam and my choir competition to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Bali, it is one of the most tiring holidays i have ever been on. i will post some photos and recount my experience soon but thats after i photoshop some stuff my mum wants taken out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-3780944388227993426?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/3780944388227993426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=3780944388227993426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3780944388227993426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3780944388227993426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun-sun-and-sun.html' title='the sun, the sun and the sun'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5327913446515841573</id><published>2009-05-09T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:30:57.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My USA trip is officially cancelled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes my grad trip. All thanks to SWINE flu. *I CURSE YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there might b hope that we'll still b going in July after Hangzhou but who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now im left at home to rot with nothing else to look forward to except Hangzhou and a mini holiday with Sam to a secret place :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I expected so much more. After our months of planning, hours spent on the internet researching for places to visit and hotels to stay in, more hours spent on booking them, it has all come to naught. I was looking forward to my grad trip ever since the start of the year and along came swine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, wat are our chances of getting infected? But just like what everyone says, better to be safe than sorry and there are other chances for us to go. (I'll b waiting for that chance to come).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I have to look for a temp job. Im not even excited thinking about earning temp job money bcos im gng to start my permanent job soon and working before my perm job starts is just a turn off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5327913446515841573?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5327913446515841573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5327913446515841573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5327913446515841573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5327913446515841573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-can-rejoice.html' title='you can rejoice'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1429974074735325492</id><published>2009-04-21T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:00:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acupuncture me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my dad, my sis and I rented &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a good movie (recommended). Romantic and funny. Very different from Jim Carrey's previous movies. Anyway, my sis and I had the best time of our lives lying on my dad's bed watching and laughing while my dad was left with the chair. It was very fun fighting with my sis over my mum's bolster, which we used as our arm rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun doesnt stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i went for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acupuncture&lt;/span&gt;. I thought that i would be bloody scared since i hate needles poking into me. I was actually quite brave. I had 8 needles (and now i have 8 holes in my skin) poked into my seldom poked body- 6 on my stomach and 2 on my legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being poked in my stomach was nothing. I didnt feel any pain. I guess the needles werent really deep in. As for my legs, it was a whole new feeling. The needles hit the acupoint that was blocked. It felt like my legs had blood clots and the blood couldnt flow. Something like that. Hard to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while i had to lie there for 30min, i took some pics. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WArning: unglam pic ahead but i dont care. just wanna show u how it looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pic 1: The warmer. It was quite cold there, so the lady put a warmer over my body. It's a fan that blows warm air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Se29ybA-hVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UlixN6P_R44/s400/21042009035.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122608192128338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic 2: The unglam one with stomach fat and 6 needles and 2 on my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Se29yKjH9uI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HU3UFD2Yxt4/s1600-h/21042009034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Se29yKjH9uI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HU3UFD2Yxt4/s400/21042009034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122603771950818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's the end, I shall post more acupuncture pics when i go again next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1429974074735325492?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1429974074735325492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1429974074735325492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1429974074735325492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1429974074735325492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/04/acupuncture-me.html' title='acupuncture me'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Se29ybA-hVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UlixN6P_R44/s72-c/21042009035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-523590713661200572</id><published>2009-04-19T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:03:44.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello, I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>Hi u surviving readers of my blog. I'm finally updating in what? 4 mths? Anyway I'm blogging from my handphone. Just wanna see how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of my schooling life is finally here-tomorrow! I'm excited but worried at the same time. My grades aren't fantastic and if I do badly this final semester, there goes my honours. All the clever ppl in my course shld stop trying so hard n relax n give me the top end of the bell curve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have a few after graduation activities lined up. Stef and I are gng on a very nice trip to the usa. Very romantic :) Bye bye singapore for 3 weeks. Then i'll be jetting off to Hangzhou, china, for a choral competition. Bye bye singapore again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That won't be all. I shall plan other misc stuff to do. For eg, cook, bake, work part time etc. I'll do whatever I feel like doing, whenever I feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughtyboy n I have a few dates lined up too. I'm looking forward to them alot alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft school life is going to be interesting...until I start my 9am to...2am job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, for now, I shall keep studying for my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-523590713661200572?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/523590713661200572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=523590713661200572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/523590713661200572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/523590713661200572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-hello-im-still-alive.html' title='Hello hello, I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8619296299823760546</id><published>2008-12-05T12:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:47:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through the monsoon</title><content type='html'>hello! i'm back frm my rather long hiatus. i have to say that things are looking rather optimistic for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the holidays have been or are going to be rather eventful for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first there is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;caroling with Wild Empire&lt;/span&gt; which i enjoy so much. WE're gng to carol are Parkway Parade frm 9 Dec onwards (except mondays), 8.00-8.30pm. do drop by if you are in the vicinity!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, there is work as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;check-in agent for intercruises&lt;/span&gt; again! fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i'll be flying off to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jakarta&lt;/span&gt; for a ten days holiday with mama, dad, grandpa, grandma and sis! mama has already planned a trip for us to bandung too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not forgetting all &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;outings with my Canberra friends&lt;/span&gt; whom i can never live without (yes, im referring to you, you, you, you). i need them to bring joy and laughter to my life all year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"duo xie"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"xiao er dou hooo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"tie pu sa"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, not forgetting naughtyboy. need i say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-U9GrWMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1FipFJLkYaw/s1600-h/KelSam33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176230673766594" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-U9GrWMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1FipFJLkYaw/s400/KelSam33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-VGFTzUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bR3sAFI__lo/s1600-h/KelSam34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176233083948354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-VGFTzUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bR3sAFI__lo/s400/KelSam34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-VjZFUsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lacx3XdAxc8/s1600-h/sam13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176240951513794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-VjZFUsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lacx3XdAxc8/s400/sam13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8619296299823760546?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8619296299823760546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8619296299823760546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8619296299823760546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8619296299823760546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-monsoon.html' title='through the monsoon'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/STi-U9GrWMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1FipFJLkYaw/s72-c/KelSam33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4739390459882956611</id><published>2008-09-23T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:20:14.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that was lost was found or bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this holiday week is turning out to be super super unproductive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy things i've been doing:&lt;br /&gt;accompanying stef for her bday decor shopping&lt;br /&gt;discussing with stef about her bday celebration&lt;br /&gt;watching pushing daisies&lt;br /&gt;singing along to the Mamma Mia soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming about naughtyboy&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to mama coming home on mon for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhappy things i should be doing:&lt;br /&gt;studying for my communication elective test next week&lt;br /&gt;studying for my core module test next next week&lt;br /&gt;revising my unrevised school stuff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im caught in the study-or-dont study limbo. i need some (strong) form of motivation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, at least ive started to read up on my communication elective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4739390459882956611?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4739390459882956611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4739390459882956611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4739390459882956611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4739390459882956611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-that-was-lost-was-found-or-bought.html' title='all that was lost was found or bought'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-671468195833045512</id><published>2008-08-25T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:58:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAS ANYONE SEEN MY THUMBDRIVE?!?!</title><content type='html'>i go crazy when i lose smth. i hate that feeling of hopelessness. i couldnt do anything when i realised ive lost it. but now ive sort of come to terms with my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i can only hope that i'll find my thumbdrive + beautiful dolphin keychain soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughtyboy is having his field camp. he's busy sleeping in mud, peeing on grass and shitting in a shit hole. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>mourning for my kimono bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmXGJk1tGI/AAAAAAAAANE/bx1I9IUPTYc/s1600-h/n695006010_1541938_6482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235882173700355170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmXGJk1tGI/AAAAAAAAANE/bx1I9IUPTYc/s400/n695006010_1541938_6482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has started. it's back to the mundane life of readings and classes. so damn boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my favourite kimono bear keychain. i swear it's really unique and it got loose from my bag =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's 21st bday celebrations were fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmYcZHeG8I/AAAAAAAAANM/Y7tqEJuKRAQ/s1600-h/n695006010_1524010_360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235883655340891074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmYcZHeG8I/AAAAAAAAANM/Y7tqEJuKRAQ/s400/n695006010_1524010_360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235885885331677234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmaeMetIDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GzAP5mhmCa0/s400/n695006010_1524011_684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmYdDwVHWI/AAAAAAAAANc/ru8_FjXmOKw/s1600-h/n695006010_1524014_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235883666786557282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmYdDwVHWI/AAAAAAAAANc/ru8_FjXmOKw/s400/n695006010_1524014_1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmba94LqmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0R5NOyjaZDo/s1600-h/n695006010_1541928_2716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235886929384024674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmba94LqmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0R5NOyjaZDo/s400/n695006010_1541928_2716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam booked out from camp on Sunday. i had such a wonderful time with him. i'm so looking forward to his booking out this sat. i cant wait!! hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having my first project presentation for this seminar on wed. wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8045300262454576239?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8045300262454576239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8045300262454576239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8045300262454576239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8045300262454576239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/08/mourning-for-my-kimono-bear.html' title='mourning for my kimono bear'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SKmXGJk1tGI/AAAAAAAAANE/bx1I9IUPTYc/s72-c/n695006010_1541938_6482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5926516230452461266</id><published>2008-07-25T15:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:00:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamt of monkeys and plasters and scratched myself crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sam's dad and i sent him off to tekong and went for the BMTC (basic military training centre) tour. 2 weeks without naughtyboy. how should i feel? sad? happy? it's only 2 weeks! he'll be out on 7th aug (emily's bday) and i shall just look forward to that day. plus, i'll be able to attend his passing out parade (if there are vacancies) cos it's on my free day! hehe - im comforting myself silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, it's not as if i havent not seen him for such a long time before. im gonna find some stuff to occupy myself with. taiwan dramas here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, im gonna look forward to his sms and call everynight. and im gonna tell him that i miss him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now for some updates.&lt;/strong&gt; sorry for the lack of it. can i say that ive been busy with boyfriend, family, friends, choir admin stuff, work etc... (some blur pics ahead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, subject registration. i managed to get all my core modules and the timings i wanted. now, im just hoping that i can get both my electives. i shld be able to. it's already my last year. plus, im in the same classes as my friends :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second, i had my 2nd year anniversary celebration with sam. we went on the Singapore Flyer. It was good! i love the birds eye view. we were lucky that the NDP rehearsal was going on. we got to catch a glimpse of the programme i.e. the 21 gun salute and formation of 'NDP 08'. the cabin was full of small kids and adults going crazy over the view, us included. when the singapore flag flew past, they went mad (we didnt). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also bought a photo of us, with an artificial bg of the skyscrapers etc, before we boarded the cabin. but turns out we werent looking in the camera when we supposedly were! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SImPrLa2mVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xfRqKmf9RGk/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226866814502738258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SImPrLa2mVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xfRqKmf9RGk/s400/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SInCSqLdP8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tZ3f3Ta9Zw4/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226922468355948482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SInCSqLdP8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tZ3f3Ta9Zw4/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrV55XFGuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qjbIz4eT-7w/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225508143766242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrV55XFGuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qjbIz4eT-7w/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrV6LNczHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EphX9f8yIdk/s1600-h/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225512935214194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrV6LNczHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EphX9f8yIdk/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrYfxChT7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0GBfINAkQsc/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227228357768335282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrYfxChT7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0GBfINAkQsc/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrfTH-jI3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/3Vtz8WCURiE/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrfjz7m9UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Cyqq8yqn7sk/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227236123845522754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrfjz7m9UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Cyqq8yqn7sk/s400/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the Singapore Flyer, we were supposed to have dinner at the Pumproom. but we were late (cos of the stupid shuttle bus and traffic jam from Flyer to City Hall mrt). hence our booking was released and we were left to roam the streets of Clarke Quay. haha. we ended up at Timbre. yummy roast duck pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you naughtyboy for such a memorable day. kissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third, my cousins from australia and switzerland came! and we celebrated my brother's birthday. we had dinner at shokudo. mama was there at 530pm to get seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family with naughtyboy n bro's gf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrYg9nlGMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D2ZoF2IMdWo/s1600-h/P7050025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227228378324867266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrYg9nlGMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D2ZoF2IMdWo/s400/P7050025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we look alike? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrag5gqr7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/d5Wd7t6afdI/s1600-h/P7050030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227230576245387186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrag5gqr7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/d5Wd7t6afdI/s400/P7050030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrahLwaurI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4ifMQf-UbiY/s1600-h/P7050031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227230581143288498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrahLwaurI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4ifMQf-UbiY/s400/P7050031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrahlKlKuI/AAAAAAAAALE/Chey4zabaSk/s1600-h/P7050027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227230587963910882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrahlKlKuI/AAAAAAAAALE/Chey4zabaSk/s400/P7050027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fourth, my internship at CAAS ended on 18 July. i have to say that im going to miss my colleagues both the perm staff and other interns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 ntu interns in my division&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrc0rwZAaI/AAAAAAAAALM/59l0zr1mhRo/s1600-h/P7160038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227233115173880226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrc0rwZAaI/AAAAAAAAALM/59l0zr1mhRo/s400/P7160038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fifth, i went to tioman on 19 July, tried snorkelling, got bitten by fish and mosquitoes, cycled, and had so much fun with naughtyboy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we stayed on the left part of the second level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrc0xVV8HI/AAAAAAAAALU/sO8zevBgNok/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227233116671045746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrc0xVV8HI/AAAAAAAAALU/sO8zevBgNok/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our first snorkeling site - coral island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrd8v1oyUI/AAAAAAAAALs/rYCjZuHhCiM/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227234353220208962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrd8v1oyUI/AAAAAAAAALs/rYCjZuHhCiM/s400/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrd8JNxTdI/AAAAAAAAALc/awGziU3Jw9o/s1600-h/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227234342852447698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrd8JNxTdI/AAAAAAAAALc/awGziU3Jw9o/s400/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrd8W76gjI/AAAAAAAAALk/wDVH2hpNSUk/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227234346535649842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrd8W76gjI/AAAAAAAAALk/wDVH2hpNSUk/s400/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our second snorkeling site - &lt;em&gt;err not sure about the name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhRe2Y5VI/AAAAAAAAAME/g907Vl6uPxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238007972095314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhRe2Y5VI/AAAAAAAAAME/g907Vl6uPxQ/s400/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;view from our lunch restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhRgCDS2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GnInHohayyE/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238008289446754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhRgCDS2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GnInHohayyE/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our third snorkeling site - monkey's bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrkoYJttZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ikecpbnLhjk/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227241699845977490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrkoYJttZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ikecpbnLhjk/s400/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our fourth snorkeling site (actually we were supposed to feed the fish) - marine park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrkoiEpLhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/blBk1R1ZNxA/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227241702509063698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrkoiEpLhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/blBk1R1ZNxA/s400/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our fifth snorkeling site -renggis island (aka broccoli. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhSJL0SYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VjyLCl-o12c/s1600-h/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238019336259970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhSJL0SYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VjyLCl-o12c/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhSctyqwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/neDcj5Xh_jE/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238024579033858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SIrhSctyqwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/neDcj5Xh_jE/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, this is the end of my long update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5926516230452461266?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5926516230452461266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5926516230452461266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5926516230452461266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5926516230452461266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dreamt-of-monkeys-and-plasters-and.html' title='i dreamt of monkeys and plasters and scratched myself crazy'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SImPrLa2mVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xfRqKmf9RGk/s72-c/IMG_0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6819409620837373029</id><published>2008-06-02T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:29:55.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afterblood</title><content type='html'>Afterblood &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; is a story (not short, long) i wrote with a emily, stef and vin in secondary school for a competition. after numerous meetings in macdonalds and hours spent on writing our chapters (we each wrote a few chapters), we didnt win. nevertheless, it was so much fun writing the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my 4th week into my internship at CAAS (Civil Aviation Authority of Singapore) and i cant wait for it to be over! haha, just kidding. i love the airport so much. going to the airport every morning just perks me up. the bus ride is an exception. i might soon master the art of sleeping standing up for 1hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my choir concert on sat was great! U GUYS FREAKING MISSED IT! haha. just kidding, im not blaming u for not coming. but im glad my sis and dad and sam and emily and her friends came. the concert hall - Yong Siew Toh Conservatory Hall was so beautiful. the acoustics were good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singing with Wild Empire. i guess its just that feeling of accomplishment on concert day that makes it all worth it. and of cos ppl telling us that we did well is a plus point. but even if we didnt do so well, at least i get to sing with a group of amazingly talented ppl. i pale in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, my update shall end here. until next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful Yong Siew Toh Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEanyq2k5zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D895IdBzwv0/s1600-h/SDC10202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208034508039055154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEanyq2k5zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D895IdBzwv0/s400/SDC10202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEanyq2k5zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D895IdBzwv0/s1600-h/SDC10202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Empire, Pioneer Junior College and Crescent Girls' School combined. look at my conductor's crazy hands. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEanzQFChSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/c5IVp9gHTV4/s1600-h/SDC10214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208034518031828258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEanzQFChSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/c5IVp9gHTV4/s400/SDC10214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Empire. can u spot me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEan0CbH-PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jFQXzNaTbf4/s1600-h/SDC10215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208034531546233074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEan0CbH-PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jFQXzNaTbf4/s400/SDC10215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6819409620837373029?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6819409620837373029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6819409620837373029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6819409620837373029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6819409620837373029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/06/afterblood.html' title='afterblood'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SEanyq2k5zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D895IdBzwv0/s72-c/SDC10202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6668903061021030527</id><published>2008-05-04T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:12:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Empire publicity!</title><content type='html'>Hello people who read my blog. i dont really know who you all are but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY CHOIR IS HAVING A CONCERT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tickets can be bought through me if you are interested! For more information, please check out our website &lt;a href="http://www.wildempiresingers.org/"&gt;http://www.wildempiresingers.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wild Empire presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happening Happenings 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Pioneer Junior College Choir&lt;br /&gt;and Cresent Girls' School Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;strong&gt;31st May 2008 (Saturday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: &lt;strong&gt;7.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: &lt;strong&gt;$15, Free Seating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;strong&gt;Yong Siew Toh Conservatory Concert Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Estate Office Drive (NUS Kent Ridge Campus)&lt;br /&gt;Take Bus 96 from Clementi MRT Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our concert repertoire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1st half: Secular ~ Sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild Empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hope Faith Love Life by Eric Whitacre&lt;br /&gt;2. Sure On This Shining Night by Morten Lauridsen&lt;br /&gt;3. Maya Dances by Per Norgard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PJC Choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Down in the Forest by Ant. Dvorak&lt;br /&gt;5. On the Green Hillside by Ant. Dvorak&lt;br /&gt;6. Jesu Dulcis Memoria by Francis Pott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cresent Girls' Choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Regina Caeli by William Hawley&lt;br /&gt;8. Ave Maria by Cesar Alejandro Carrillo&lt;br /&gt;9. Alleluia by Rihards Dubra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild Empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Christus Factus Est by Anton Bruckner&lt;br /&gt;11. Ave Maria by Gyorgy Orban&lt;br /&gt;12. Pater Noster by Giuseppe Verdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd half: The Evergreen, Undying Spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild Empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Way You Look Tonight Arr. by John Rutter&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue Moon Arr. by David Blackwell&lt;br /&gt;3. The Continental Arr. by David Blackwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PJC Choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bewitched Arr. by Russ Robinson&lt;br /&gt;5. Seaside Rendezvous (Freddie Mercury) Arr. by Paul Hart&lt;br /&gt;6. Bohemian Rhapsody (Freddie Mercury) Arr. by Mark Brymer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cresent Girls' Choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dancing Queen (ABBA) Arr. by Ralph Allwood &amp;amp; Lora Sansun&lt;br /&gt;8. Knowing Me Knowing You (ABBA)&lt;br /&gt;9. Mama Mia (ABBA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wild Empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Amazing Grace by Roger Ames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6668903061021030527?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6668903061021030527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6668903061021030527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6668903061021030527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6668903061021030527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/05/wild-empire-publicity.html' title='Wild Empire publicity!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5973786394049941834</id><published>2008-04-30T15:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:14:18.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good mood turned bad</title><content type='html'>my exam ended yesterday and i am sad to say that i have turned into a worn out, lethargic, old piece of shit (cos all my brain cells are dying and i swear i have some grey hair already. or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is still hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time with sam watching Harold &amp;amp; Kumar and eating yummy baby scallop linguini with fish roe sauce. we were supposed to have Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's free cone but didnt have enough time cos we visited his dad at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edited&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited:&lt;/em&gt; nth to worry about &lt;/edited&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my holiday mood is gone. but nvm, life goes on even though that bastard sent "drug" msges to my friends using my account. at least i am still able to access my account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5973786394049941834?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5973786394049941834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5973786394049941834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5973786394049941834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5973786394049941834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-mood-turned-bad.html' title='good mood turned bad'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-3226585801385514941</id><published>2008-04-19T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:23:04.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding love</title><content type='html'>uhmmmmm...mmmmmm...yummmmmm...ohhh...yesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, sorry the orgasmic expressions. my dad is cooking lunch now and the whole house is filled with the smell of food. plus, im hungry so all the more the urge to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughtyboy is enlisting on 25th july :( im gng to miss him alot. but gng for NS is inevitable. on a happier note, we're planning for our 2nd anniversary and mini holiday before he enlists. my savings are all gng to be spent on naughtyboy! hehe. also, thanks to the govt for some money. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's smth my mama emailed to me. she's very amused by this pic.&lt;br /&gt;"hahaaaaaaaaa" - &lt;em&gt;mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SAmrx7zWuJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ivJ7FFwAefk/s1600-h/pic19264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190868919876237458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SAmrx7zWuJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ivJ7FFwAefk/s400/pic19264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SAmW_bY3OII/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZfWlaGh-Gdg/s1600-h/pic19264.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, &lt;em&gt;mum-mum&lt;/em&gt; time (translation: eating time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-3226585801385514941?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/3226585801385514941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=3226585801385514941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3226585801385514941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3226585801385514941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleeding-love.html' title='bleeding love'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SAmrx7zWuJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ivJ7FFwAefk/s72-c/pic19264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-416379585392372417</id><published>2008-04-13T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:17:39.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your eyes are the size of the moon</title><content type='html'>my brother got enlisted for national service on thursday. i couldnt send him off to tekong cos i had school. school..haii. i dont even want to remember the last day of school. my presentation, worth 20%, was crap! maybe it wasnt so bad. but i feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my brother, a far more interesting topic than school, i miss him alot! i woke up on friday morning feeling empty. i turned to the mattress, or at least the space where it used to be, where my bro would sleep (he sleeps in the same room with me and my sis, on a mattress, instead of his own queen-size bed. for wat reason? im not sure) and remembered that hes in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and i hug his bolsters and toy to sleep everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mother. she's a funny one. she would hold her hp everynight at 930pm in case my brother calls. when he calls, she would become extremely selfish and insist that my brother calls only to talk to her. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my brother is having fun in camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-416379585392372417?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/416379585392372417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=416379585392372417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/416379585392372417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/416379585392372417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-eyes-are-size-of-moon.html' title='your eyes are the size of the moon'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2116173835685328175</id><published>2008-04-06T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:18:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams coming very soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello, im back to blog about my very interesting life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone wave to my asus *wave. it's finally back from the hospital - asus service centre. ive been missing my asus. no asus meant that i had to use my brother's laptop to do my work. im not complaining. my brother's laptop is great. but i still prefer my darling asus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway, my exams are coming very soon and i havent found much time to revise yet. projects and presentations are very irritating and they are constantly bombarding me. haii.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but all's well. i shall be rid of projects and presentations in about 1 week. then i'll be rid of exams 3 weeks later. then comes attachment! argh... attachment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if anyone wants to find me, i'll be on board one of those SIA planes wearing a kebaya, serving ppl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just kidding. ha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'll be at CAAS. for those who dont know where it is, it's at the other end of singapore. which end? haha. the end with lots of good food.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just a little update on my past few weeks. for two consecutive saturdays, ive been celebrating ppl's bdays. first was kok siong's then gladys'. for updates, read washbikini's blog &lt;a href="http://www.girlspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (gotta click March). i had such a kick laughing at those secondary school friends of mine. go read the post to find out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;last sunday i went to visit my relatives (ex-relatives dont sound so nice) at the columbarium. it was super crowded and smokey. my brother and i helped my grandpa and grandaunt with the praying stuff. i miss my great grandma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2116173835685328175?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2116173835685328175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2116173835685328175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2116173835685328175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2116173835685328175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams-coming-very-soon.html' title='Exams coming very soon'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-3311175871160383342</id><published>2008-03-21T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:16:13.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mina harker</title><content type='html'>that's a fantasy book, by marie kiraly, i finished not long ago. ive always had a thing for vampires. now im reading 'p.s. i love you'. im only at chapter 3 but im already feeling all mushy and haii.. haha, my descriptive ability not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a good day! i only had a 2 hour lesson and a project meeting. then...end of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to jurong point to meet stef and emily for lunch and billy bombers milk shake. then we crashed stef's lecture at NUS. it was a damn boring lecture. i think the most boring lecture in emily's and my studying history. but while reading my IT stuff and watching emily play with my laptop and msging Juat (who was having the same lec), i stil managed to observe the lecturer (danny raphael, if i rmb. his looks doesnt do his name justice) and 'learn' some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mMm&lt;br /&gt;2. ahh-ray&lt;br /&gt;3. code&lt;br /&gt;4. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i found joy in my boredom. it was also a joy having a lesson with stef and emily again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the lecture ended, t3 headed to vivocity for some shopping. we had bday presents to buy. i swiped my card and we were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, for those who dont know wat t3 stands for, it's not terminatior 3 or terminal 3. it's kelly tan, stefanie tan and emily tan. haha. this nickname originated from our secondary school days when emily, stef and i were studying together in the same sch, same class. we were famous back then. everyone knew the tan sisters! of cos we had brothers too. we had 3 tan brothers in our class. altogether, we were a happy tan family. hahaha. that was back then. i do miss those days. alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-3311175871160383342?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/3311175871160383342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=3311175871160383342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3311175871160383342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3311175871160383342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/03/mina-harker.html' title='mina harker'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8048211307328404046</id><published>2008-03-16T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:20:40.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Two Hours of Kelly in Just Two Calories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, for all your slogan needs. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Kelly"&gt;more Kelly slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short update before i leave for choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, dad brought grandpa, mama, krystal and me to jb for shopping. we went to a new shopping mall they just built. was it terbau or turbo or turban city? i cant rmb the name of the shopping centre. anyway, it looked so huge when we drove past. even the carpark was huge. but the shops were a disappointment. there was basically nth much, only some familiar imported brands like topshop, la senza, mac etc, which aft conversion, cost the same when buying in spore. i ended up not buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dinner was good. we tried crab with some creamy, buttery gravy. very very yummy. my sis and i deduced that the gravy was made up of a combination of oats, cream, butter, some chilli and maybe some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered a tad too much and the crazy waiter kept saying one plate of a dish wasnt enough and insisted that we order 2. 1 was more than enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8048211307328404046?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8048211307328404046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8048211307328404046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8048211307328404046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8048211307328404046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-fish.html' title='what the fish'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1840483976194907352</id><published>2008-03-13T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:50:06.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good afternoon everyone!</title><content type='html'>i started off my presentation today with "good afternoon everyone!". i kept repeating it at home yesterday so now my dad says "good afternoon" to me when he wants to get my attention. haha. im becoming ang jiaxin except, hers is "good morning class".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did practise for my presentation today, unlike my impromptu. BUT the most irritating thing happened while i was presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl, who did not present today cos her turn is on monday, was FROWNING throughout my whole presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worse still, i keep looking at her even though she didnt have the friendliest face in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos the audience is free to&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;or whatever but please be mindful of your effect on the presenter. i suggest all audience should either keep to ur normal face or smile. easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost lost myself when i saw her frowning. was there something wrong with my presentation? no, i'd rather think there was something wrong with her face. im sure she had some kind of spasm that caused her to frown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1840483976194907352?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1840483976194907352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1840483976194907352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1840483976194907352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1840483976194907352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-afternoon-everyone.html' title='good afternoon everyone!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4695531880635784323</id><published>2008-03-10T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:18:30.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why clubbing works</title><content type='html'>we need to socialise.&lt;br /&gt;we are attracted to loud music.&lt;br /&gt;we have the urge to shake-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super clever, very smart brother got his A level results on friday. he got 4As and 1B. super clever! im so proud of him. now, he's my motivation. he's my motivation to study hard and do well. im glad that he did well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course ive a clever sister too, who did well for O levels and got into the course of her choice at ngee ann poly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met stef and peng for dinner on friday night and brought them to aglio olio for aglio olio. peng ate till she buay tahan (too spicy) while stef whacked all the chilli padi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the IT fair at suntec on sunday and got myself 2gb ram costing $58. heh heh. now i can play my hellgate london (after my exams i mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since mas selamat escaped from the detention centre, ive been feeling kind of uneasy. he could bomb singapore anytime or hijack any airplane and crash it into changi airport. singapore was careless to allow him even the tiniest luxury, like gng to the toilet. toilet break happened and we cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore isnt as safe as it seems anymore. we could all be dead tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to studying. ive another test tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4695531880635784323?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4695531880635784323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4695531880635784323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4695531880635784323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4695531880635784323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-clubbing-works.html' title='why clubbing works'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4941552472166508095</id><published>2008-03-07T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:52:56.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin...finally</title><content type='html'>i finally found a blogskin that i like. actually it looks almost exactly like stef's. haha. but nvm la, simple is chic. and stef wont mind sharing with me cos she's not the only chic one ard. im chic too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time i changed my blogskin. my friend said that my posts were getting too emo and i think my old blogskin was emo-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ta-da! no more gloomy and depressed me. hello bright and shiny me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, see the picture on the right? that was my bday cake. heh heh. made by emily and stef. did i tell you my cake story before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks really really yummy from the outside cos of all the chocolate, MnMs, colourful fruitloops and exam biscuits (emily and i called those exam biscuits cos we used to eat them when studying for exam in our hostel). mmmmm.... just my type of cake. i love the way all the colours stand out against the brown chocolate. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they sang &lt;em&gt;"happy bday to kelly..."&lt;/em&gt; then i took my knife and cut the cake after blowing the candles. lo-behold! my knife got stuck. hahaha. the cake wasnt hard inside. it was just super duper sticky. like mooncake sticky. only worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily and stef want me to stick by them through thick and thin so they made me a super sticky mooncake bday cake to hint to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taste was exquisite. never in my life had i tasted such a sweet cake. they wanted to let me know that im very sweet too. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in conclusion, the cake was a big plan for me to realise that they want me to stick through think and thin with them and that im very sweet. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, the end of story. goodnight. ive a project meeting tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4941552472166508095?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4941552472166508095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4941552472166508095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4941552472166508095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4941552472166508095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-skin.html' title='new skin...finally'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6150301083756598143</id><published>2008-03-05T03:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:31:11.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning!</title><content type='html'>it's 3am in the morning and im still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had my one week break from school last week. 4 outta 7 days were spent on projects. 1 morning was supposed to be spent on going to the zoo. but it rained! IT RAINED ON MY ZOO DAY! haii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my life has been eat IT project, sleep IT project, shit IT project for the past 2 weeks. and this is only part 1 of 4 parts of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's next? eat Tests and more projects, sleep Tests and more projects, shit Tests and more projects for many more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my worst semester ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, stef is finally blogging again. hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and emily is blogging in chinese. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have been looking for a new blogskin until i gave up, and looked again, and gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie, CNY pictures time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82gD8rdk0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/t5FGTDdzmuw/s1600-h/P2070024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82hmcrdk3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ow2TGrrvAhs/s1600-h/P2070024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173969228824154994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82hmcrdk3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ow2TGrrvAhs/s320/P2070024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82g4crdk2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6cWlu1rYFKQ/s1600-h/P2070033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173968438550172514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82g4crdk2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6cWlu1rYFKQ/s320/P2070033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and bro with my grandpa the background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82g3srdk1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kE4TFBXOpOc/s1600-h/P2070026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173968425665270610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82g3srdk1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kE4TFBXOpOc/s320/P2070026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us with dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82hnMrdk4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1idwauOAGak/s1600-h/P2070034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173969241709056898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82hnMrdk4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1idwauOAGak/s320/P2070034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82iO8rdk5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/BJppW_4JzzQ/s1600-h/P2070031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173969924608856978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82iO8rdk5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/BJppW_4JzzQ/s320/P2070031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins. we were all delivered by the same gynae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82iPsrdk6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/M76QGF0TP18/s1600-h/P2070045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173969937493758882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82iPsrdk6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/M76QGF0TP18/s320/P2070045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82iz8rdk7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/T4ktW6Z4cFs/s1600-h/P2070043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173970560264016818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82iz8rdk7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/T4ktW6Z4cFs/s320/P2070043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aretha. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82i0crdk8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GNSy2MyO_Vw/s1600-h/P2070044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173970568853951426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82i0crdk8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GNSy2MyO_Vw/s320/P2070044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6150301083756598143?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6150301083756598143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6150301083756598143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6150301083756598143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6150301083756598143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-morning.html' title='good morning!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R82hmcrdk3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ow2TGrrvAhs/s72-c/P2070024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6325427861753435271</id><published>2008-02-01T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:48:12.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><content type='html'>a few days ago, i had an impromptu presentation in school. i was the very first speaker. i thought being first was good and i wldnt have to wait so long and let pressure overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do well. mayb im taking this too hard but most of the ppl did very well. they prepared. (even though this was an impromptu, we had our 15 topics before hand. so we cld prepare) i was too caught up with my bday celebrations and work over the weekend that i didnt prepare much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only blame it on myself and say that i will do better for my next 2 presentations (luckily not impromptu anymore). haii. this is about the only thing that i can be good in and i let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing. i think i need to get some chinese medicine or some damn strong herbs or smth. i need to swallow it all. i need to get rid of the cramps i get every month. damn it. or get rid of my womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, my cramps were so bad i cldnt even contribute to my group during project meeting. i cldnt think and talk. my cramps took control of me. i was cramp-kelly. i bet my friends all thought that i was free riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6325427861753435271?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6325427861753435271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6325427861753435271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6325427861753435271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6325427861753435271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/02/disappointment.html' title='disappointed'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1685139195580037211</id><published>2008-01-30T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:13:14.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello. I'm 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i turned 21 yesterday. how time flies. and now everyone is welcoming me to the adult club. as interesting as that may sound, i hope to remain young at heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bday celebration was a fairly extensive one. it started one week ago. because my mum was due to go overseas on 21st Jan so we celebrated my bday at home on 20th Jan. mama didnt bake a cake but she cooked. yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VTJyZ8rTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/71oz9_fBDHM/s1600-h/P1200036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162623975464676658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VTJyZ8rTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/71oz9_fBDHM/s320/P1200036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 26th Jan, i was supposed to have a private bday celebration with sam. but it turned into a surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my surprise party was at Essential Brew. i wanna thank everyone who came and contributed to paying for my dinner. it was fun to just gather with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stef and emily made a cake for me! super duper sweet cake. with exam biscuit, fruit loops and m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VPXiZ8rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3VRrMiCBCHo/s1600-h/CIMG2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162619813641366786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VPXiZ8rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3VRrMiCBCHo/s320/CIMG2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stef, emily and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VQyyZ8rRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4C33JoHi6sU/s1600-h/P1020127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162621381304429842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VQyyZ8rRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4C33JoHi6sU/s320/P1020127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aroon, me, gladys and vincent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VUmyZ8rVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r8E7xHWP67w/s1600-h/CIMG2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162625573192510802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VUmyZ8rVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r8E7xHWP67w/s320/CIMG2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang ee peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VWUCZ8rWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AUJx68x2-a8/s1600-h/CIMG2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162627450093219170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VWUCZ8rWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AUJx68x2-a8/s320/CIMG2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VUOyZ8rUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w9UxsxnXTCQ/s1600-h/P1260007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162625160875650370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VUOyZ8rUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w9UxsxnXTCQ/s320/P1260007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knife got stuck in the cake. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VRCyZ8rSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/d5mSapF4vEw/s1600-h/CIMG2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162621656182336802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VRCyZ8rSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/d5mSapF4vEw/s320/CIMG2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 27th Jan, i had work from 9am-4.30pm. aft that, emily, stef, peng, gladys, vincent and i went to the Pump Room at Clarke Quay to have dinner. i paid this time. they deserved it. the food was great. yummy food and sweet desserts. i laughed at our secondary school jokes till my sides hurt and my jaw became stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you spot the odd one out? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VWxiZ8rXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sujBcVYFc_Q/s1600-h/P1020155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162627956899360114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VWxiZ8rXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sujBcVYFc_Q/s320/P1020155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VXFiZ8rYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9XJTqR2NVRs/s1600-h/P1020154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162628300496743810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VXFiZ8rYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9XJTqR2NVRs/s320/P1020154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, 29th Jan. sadly, i did not have a day off from school. i had to be there at 9am for project meeting :( anyway, aft my school ended, dad came to fetch me. daddy, sam and i went for my bday dinner at Geylang Lorong 29! Lorong 29 on the 29th. the hokkien mee there is my favourite! i love it! what a delicious bday dinner i had. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to show off my presents. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a beautiful collage made by stef and emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nice pink towel from gladys (which i have already started using)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exotic necklace which peng bought from thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blue hippo that allows recording of voice frm vinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perlini's silver bracelet from melvyn and carmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chomel necklace from sam's parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face shop lipgloss from my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly betty season 1 and pretty pretty underwear from sam. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i forget any other presents? oops i hope i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great 21st bday and i thank everyone for being there, including the ppl who wished me on msn and sms. what can one do without friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1685139195580037211?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1685139195580037211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1685139195580037211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1685139195580037211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1685139195580037211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-im-21.html' title='hello. I&apos;m 21.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R6VTJyZ8rTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/71oz9_fBDHM/s72-c/P1200036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6719036291494738580</id><published>2008-01-02T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:30:20.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red red sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hello 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ushered in the new yr at marina bay with sam and his family. sam's parents went to 'book' seats really early and we got the best seats with the fireworks right in front of us. super super cool. (ok, there were no seats, only picnic mats but it was good enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcoming the new yr is nothing without fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007 was great for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my grades improved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive grown, musically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to bintan with naughtyboy (only the beginning of many more trips to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that im in 2008, i feel really optimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my grades are gonna improve more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna grow more, musically and as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna secure a good company for my attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna get mama to bake a cake for my 21st bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of turning 21, ppl often see it as the age when one turns into an adult. i dont want any bday cake in the shape of a key or any big party or ppl making a big deal out of it. it's an ordinary bday just like all my previous 20 bdays. i just want my mama to bake a cake. that would be good enough for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and presents. my friends are gonna get me to come up with a list of presents i want this bday. im not gonna do it this yr. i dont really want anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R3s8vS6KNgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w3SI8lOd7BI/s1600-h/stefkelempeng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150777382055589378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R3s8vS6KNgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w3SI8lOd7BI/s320/stefkelempeng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/19203031-6719036291494738580?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6719036291494738580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6719036291494738580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6719036291494738580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6719036291494738580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2008/01/red-red-sky.html' title='red red sky'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R3s8vS6KNgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w3SI8lOd7BI/s72-c/stefkelempeng.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5149922824396461103</id><published>2007-12-28T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:54:22.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>that's the feeling i get when i receive my results. if i do well, i dont feel happy. if i do badly, i dont feel sad. i just feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's the result of overstimulation of that kind of feeling at some point of my schooling career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that i am improving. not in all subjects, but most exceptional of those with the word 'accounting' in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is totally besides the point of why im studying accountancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am happy to be in NTU because there are many others who cant even get into a university. so im happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5149922824396461103?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5149922824396461103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5149922824396461103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5149922824396461103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5149922824396461103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8414002527862146259</id><published>2007-12-24T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:30:08.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas at wild empire</title><content type='html'>my choir concerts ended last night. here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29bTi6KNfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qbSW8iG3KhE/s1600-h/S6300302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147433290454152690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29bTi6KNfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qbSW8iG3KhE/s320/S6300302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you spot me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29azC6KNeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4MY9z0p3y8/s1600-h/PC230012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147432732108404194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29azC6KNeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4MY9z0p3y8/s320/PC230012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and naughtyboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29ayy6KNdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oz7GvemxAaE/s1600-h/PC230022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147432727813436882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29ayy6KNdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oz7GvemxAaE/s320/PC230022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandparents. they came too! my mum said they were only interested in seeing me the whole time and complained they cldnt see me cos i was standing behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29aRi6KNaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-oacR6I85nE/s1600-h/PC230018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147432156582786466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29aRi6KNaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-oacR6I85nE/s320/PC230018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my grandma to smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29aSC6KNbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gXsI8FWstqQ/s1600-h/PC230020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147432165172721074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29aSC6KNbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gXsI8FWstqQ/s320/PC230020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my auntie (mum's youngest sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29aSS6KNcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UTZh9LC-3d4/s1600-h/PC230021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147432169467688386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29aSS6KNcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UTZh9LC-3d4/s320/PC230021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughtyboy and my bro (chenghui looking at smth on the ceiling apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29Zoy6KNYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jfTLh44ngIU/s1600-h/PC230010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147431456503117186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29Zoy6KNYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jfTLh44ngIU/s320/PC230010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29ZpS6KNZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XScvIEwxs-g/s1600-h/PC230011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147431465093051794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29ZpS6KNZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XScvIEwxs-g/s320/PC230011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis, mum and auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29ZPy6KNXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VlezyCe8p-E/s1600-h/PC230007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147431027006387570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29ZPy6KNXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VlezyCe8p-E/s320/PC230007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are more photos taken with emily's camera. i'll upload them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like to thank those who came to watch my choir concerts. for us choristers, having ppl who acknowledge wat we love doing is the best feeling ever. thank you all alot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am really touched that ppl, who arent even interested in choral singing or have any idea what it is about, come and watch us sing. even though some end up sleeping or laughing at the way we sing, at least you attended our concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my grandpa was sick but he still came. and my grandparents did not even fall asleep! they were too busy counting the number of songs we sang and popping up their heads to look at me. haha. so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wat would i do without my ever supportive family (including my 'encore shouting' brother), my naughtyboy and friends, who have attended all my choir concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you all and merry christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8414002527862146259?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8414002527862146259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8414002527862146259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8414002527862146259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8414002527862146259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-at-wild-empire.html' title='xmas at wild empire'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R29bTi6KNfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qbSW8iG3KhE/s72-c/S6300302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1352887572130891096</id><published>2007-12-11T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:37:34.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fastest finger first</title><content type='html'>i registered my modules today. just like last semester, i managed to register all my modules. however, unlike last semester, i have only about 1 or 2 friends with the same timetable as me but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless, it's the 3day week that i want. i just hope that i wont wither under the stress of 6 hours of lessons straight on mon and tues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R15L8uAAXPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yvEOjOYViW8/s1600-h/P9220025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142631331015974130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R15L8uAAXPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yvEOjOYViW8/s320/P9220025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naughtyboy is having tests this week. i dont know when i'll get to see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love u! *kiss kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1352887572130891096?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1352887572130891096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1352887572130891096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1352887572130891096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1352887572130891096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/fastest-finger-first.html' title='fastest finger first'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R15L8uAAXPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yvEOjOYViW8/s72-c/P9220025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4865507743232804519</id><published>2007-12-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:07:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warm, fuzzy christmas</title><content type='html'>it's nice when someone not close to me actually bothered to reply the publicity email i sent out. "i treasure friends", he said. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started my temporary job today. i helped with check-in for the rhapsody of the seas cruise. it was tiring but really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*click click scan scan "passport, credit card and forms please"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i stood there doing check-ins for about 6hrs plus plus, stef was running around helping everyone cos she was the runner. haha. poor thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4865507743232804519?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4865507743232804519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4865507743232804519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4865507743232804519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4865507743232804519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/warm-fuzzy-christmas.html' title='warm, fuzzy christmas'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2951103970116056803</id><published>2007-12-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:35:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i love u too</title><content type='html'>last night was the first in many nights that i stayed up to read a book, Empress Orchid by Anchee Min. after i put down the phone with naughtyboy, i intended to sleep. but i continued reading my book until 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sense of accomplishment that i felt. plus, the story was too exciting for me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, i gotta get ready for my job training later.&lt;br /&gt;i have a bad sore throat. please go away before tmr. i need to sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2951103970116056803?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2951103970116056803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2951103970116056803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2951103970116056803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2951103970116056803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-love-u-too.html' title='and i love u too'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-500282076412110194</id><published>2007-12-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:16:25.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello maid</title><content type='html'>i just came back from sam's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to feel a sense of homelyness and comfort or whatever shit when i got back. instead, i got, the i hate coming home feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home to a messy dining table with empty plastic bags left on it frm a shopping trip to 7 eleven. not done by me of cos, the mess and the plastic bags. i was at sam's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home to a sink full of dirty cups and whatever else. not put there by me of cos. i was at sam's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home to a washing machine full of clothes to be hung. waiting for me to hang them, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home to a basket load of laundry to be done. waiting for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home to the same old mountain of clothes to be folded and shoved into the drawers. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home to a mess my dad made in his room and i hope he clears it by tonight. if not, i have to do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see why i hated coming home today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i expect anyone else to do all these. it has become the unspoken rule that i, out of all the people in the house, should do all of it. so what more can i expect right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become so used to it, i dont even ask anyone to do it. i just do it. then i sink into depression and cry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think i have this self pity thing going on? well dont even start thinking that unless you are fucking going through what i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a student.&lt;br /&gt;i travel to school almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i do not have a school cca but i join an external adult choir.&lt;br /&gt;i have exams.&lt;br /&gt;my grades are shitty.&lt;br /&gt;and while i am studying for my exams, with hope of doing better,&lt;br /&gt;i cry over the stress of getting good grades and THIS shit.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine that i cry over THIS shit?&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder how im gonna survive when my mum stays 3weeks in indonesia every mth. maybe i will, maybe i wont. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, sam bought me Hellgate London!! YAYS! im gonna be sucked into this game and find happiness in this depressed mind of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-500282076412110194?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/500282076412110194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=500282076412110194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/500282076412110194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/500282076412110194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-maid.html' title='hello maid'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2933899313458608471</id><published>2007-12-04T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:01:22.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You don't know this yet, but life isn’t supposed to be like this. It's not supposed to be this hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Meredith Grey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2933899313458608471?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2933899313458608471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2933899313458608471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2933899313458608471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2933899313458608471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-dont-know-this-yet-but-life-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-3983376389728712984</id><published>2007-11-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:59:13.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weee..holiday</title><content type='html'>so how did i spend my first day of holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam came over to my place for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i made him breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;the usual, pancakes&lt;br /&gt;plus eggs this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it's super good.&lt;br /&gt;but you have to watch from episode 1 to be addicted.&lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking of borrowing, it's not mine, it's sam's friend's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched the complete season 1 today, which is only 9 episodes and my eyes havent felt ths tired in a long time. ok, time for sleep and another slack day tmr! weeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-3983376389728712984?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/3983376389728712984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=3983376389728712984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3983376389728712984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3983376389728712984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/11/weeeholiday.html' title='weee..holiday'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1525665596159586178</id><published>2007-11-20T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:19:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>publicity</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My choir is having a Christmas concert this December and I'm wondering if you would be interested to attend. If you are having exams now, why not have something interesting to look forward to after your exams (at an affordable price!). If you have never been to a choral concert, why not take this chance to attend one. Plus, you can watch me on stage :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having an EarlyBird discount scheme so buy your tickets early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know if you are coming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Empire is holding Christmas concerts this December! And WE're inviting you to join us in our merrymaking this festive season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R0L6GuUbO3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/zjIDLK1wQJ0/s1600-h/WE_poster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134941518575647602" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="353" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R0L6GuUbO3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/zjIDLK1wQJ0/s320/WE_poster3.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R0L5b-UbO2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/agzsolawvuI/s1600-h/WE_poster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concert Details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas At Wild Empire - Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 22 December 2007 (Saturday)Time: 3pm &amp;amp; 7pmVenue: Singapore Art Museum, The Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the idol that you always wanted to be. Better yet: Be your own judge and pick up some haunting tunes from our spellbinding selection of Sacred Classical Choral pieces that we can't seem to get out of our mind (not that we want to). Hear! Hear! Don't be scared. Be Sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song highlights include G.Allegri's "Miserere", A.Lotti 's "Crucifixus a 8", Bruckner's "Christus Factus Est", G.Fauré's " Cantique de Jean Racine" and the chorally vexing "Natten är framskriden" by Sven-Erik Bäck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christmas At Wild Empire - Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 December 2007 (Sunday)Time: 3pm &amp;amp; 7pm Venue: Singapore Art Museum, The Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every choral romantic loves Christmas and even Santa Claus would be impressed if you'd take a tiny break from Orchard Road to enjoy rare Contemporary arrangements of European folk songs and carols for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may already hold your own tune against clashing harmonies, but Wild Empire would love to show you what a romantic you can become; for a truly gifted romantic knows how to spin poetry over six part harmonies. Also, it is our hope to lift some jingle-weary spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song h ighlights include B.Holten's "First Snow", M.Lauridsen' s "Sure on this shining night", M.Zuccante's "Like a prayer...like a singing...like a weeping" and Latvian Carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticketing Scheme&lt;br /&gt;Earlybird Period: 09 Nov 2007 - 30 Nov 2007 [10% off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Earlybird Price: $13.50 per ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlybird 2-Day Combo  : $24.30 for 2 tickets, one per day, regardless of show timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normal Sales Period: 01 Dec 2007 - 23 Dec 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal Price : $15 per ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal 2-Day Combo  : $27 for 2 tickets, one per day, regardless of show timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Front-door Sales*: 22 Dec 2007 &amp;amp; 23 Dec 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onsite Price: $15 per ticket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onsite 2-Day Combo^  : $27 for 2 tickets, one per day, regardless of show timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Only CASH is accepted for on-site sales.&lt;br /&gt;^2-Day Combo only applicable on 22 Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This programme is eligible for the 60% STB Arts Grant subsidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following fees need to be added to ALL prices shown above :&lt;br /&gt;(1)    Ticketing fee of  $1.00 per ticket purchased&lt;br /&gt;(2)    Handling fee of $1.00  per online/hotline  transaction (regardless of no. of tickets purchased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets purchased online or via the hotline can be:&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT WILD EMPIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2005, Wild Empire was created by four young working professionals who suddenly lost their choir but were too defiant to let things be and there begins our journey with many delightful talents. The founding protagonists are - The Engineer (Jacquelyn Foo), A Psychologist (Michelle Koh), A Clerk (Timothy Chionh) and A Choral Conductor (Ong Chiak Yin). We dare thought that with the significant experience running school and alumni choirs for the past decade, the time was ripe to build us a self-funded, non-affiliated choir. After all, there aren't many independent adult choirs around for restless choral detectives such as we. Wild Empire is led by Conductor Ms Ong Chiak Yin. Today we are fortunate to be joined by many young dedicated singers as a 25-member choir.Beginning with Caroling in Dec 2005, Wild Empire had a joint performance with NUS Chinese Orchestra under the baton of Maestro Dr Subramaniam in Feb 2006. In 2007, Wild Empire actively volunteered and oversaw the production of 2 Concerts for 4 SYF choral participant choirs in order that they put up concert performances before the SYF competitions. Thanks to NAC for their respective grants and SAM for their free accommodation, we enjoyed putting up sell-out concerts during both Happening Happenings in September 2006 and Christmas At Wild Empire 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1525665596159586178?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1525665596159586178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1525665596159586178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1525665596159586178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1525665596159586178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/11/publicity.html' title='publicity'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/R0L6GuUbO3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/zjIDLK1wQJ0/s72-c/WE_poster3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8944244931644790856</id><published>2007-11-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:08:30.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss kiss</title><content type='html'>i love how the rain makes me feel oh so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;i love how the rain makes me feel like sleeping more.&lt;br /&gt;but oops!&lt;br /&gt;it's the exam period&lt;br /&gt;even so, this rainy season is making me feel a teeny weeny bit &lt;em&gt;less stressful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for my last 4 papers to be over, seriously. then i'll be able to see sam and get on with my merry-making without any thoughts of accounting or tax lingering at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, i want to do well for my exams. i have friends aiming for really high gpa. what am i aiming for? i cant say, cos all of u will laugh. and if i say, everyone will know once and for all how lousy i am in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my uncle cant stop asking me about my results everytime he sees me. i always try to avoid the topic. even if it means eating my dinner really fast and getting away from the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i cant wait to try the Harry Potter jellybeans emily bought for me. anyone fancies &lt;em&gt;vomit&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;earwax&lt;/em&gt;? hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8944244931644790856?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8944244931644790856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8944244931644790856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8944244931644790856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8944244931644790856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/11/kiss-kiss.html' title='kiss kiss'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4862056348133362584</id><published>2007-11-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:55:56.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSK</title><content type='html'>i had my first paper today. Forensic Science! and i let my imagination run wild. so very wild. it would definitely cost me some marks. i hope not much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking towads the ezlink scanning machine (whatever it's called) when this woman swerved right into my lane. she was obviously going straight for the machine in her lane when she decided to cut into mine (WTH). to prevent myself from knocking into her, i had to jam break. then what did i say?? SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe my mouth said sorry when my heart went TSK! i was pissed with myself all the way home. this is not the first time ive said sorry when i'm not in the wrong. apparently, it's much easier to say it when im not in the wrong than when i am really in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make myself feel even more pissed, i had to see sooooo many guys carrying their girlfriend's bag (because their girlfriends were carrying super duper heavy stuff? NO!). im obviously the minority here, considering how many girls let their boyfriends carry their bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they think that their boyfriends look MAN carrying their feminine bag.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they like their MAN to carry nice shiny tote bags with little things hanging on the zips (bells maybe).&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it turns them on when their MAN carries a handbag. (yes MEN, handbags are the in thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we girls have to let our boyfriends carry our bag? are we so weak? are we perpetually pregnant and dont have any strength left to carry the bag we packed with all our feminine things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are too lazy to carry your own bag, dont bring a bag! follow your boyfriend, get jeans with super huge pockets to fit you wallet, handphone and whatever else in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so ashamed. time for my sex change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4862056348133362584?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4862056348133362584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4862056348133362584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4862056348133362584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4862056348133362584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/11/tsk.html' title='TSK'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8425053272723050991</id><published>2007-10-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:41:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickle me silly</title><content type='html'>the 10 hours meeting lasted from 1030am to 830pm. we sat at the same spot, in the same cafe, for 10 hours. and we went without food or rest. we must have been crazy. actually, we were, by the time we went past our 8th hour of Project Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello grade A for accounting project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, i hope it will appear not only in my dreams but in real life too. cos i really need that A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a vicious cycle, this doing badly for my test and hoping for some miracle shit, that i go through every semester. i wonder when it'll ever end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my taxation teacher asked "do you sometimes feel that your brain is not thinking?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"do you ever wonder why your brain is not thinking?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;err..my brain is always not thinking so how can i wonder why my brain is not thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i came to uni, i have begun to see how different i am from most people. many a times i feel stupid in school and i have concluded that my stupidity could be due to my laziness or lack of cleverness in my brain. dont ask my why because i really dont know (evidence of the mess in my head).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, today was the first in many weeks that i went over to sam's place. every single school or non-school week (i refer to my supposed recess week in which i went back to sch on 3 days for lessons) has been hectic. i guess this is the life of a year 2 accountancy student. or maybe i make it sound too hectic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my malay cikgu bought kuih-muih for my malay class to eat during her lesson. she is really nice and funny and inspiring. her enthusiam for teaching malay is just what we need. i hope she wont quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i played with meredith on wed at emily's place. she's really cute and smart.&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic she took of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RxD00ETKebI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TnThXA3l4zQ/s1600-h/CIMG0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120861951664748978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RxD00ETKebI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TnThXA3l4zQ/s320/CIMG0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the train ride home with sam was romantic. i had to say bye to him when he got off at dhoby ghaut. but training together with him from tanah merah to dhoby ghaut was good enough. i really love him alot. but i guess no one else is interested in this other than me and of cos him. so i shall just keep all the lovey dovey stuff to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8425053272723050991?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8425053272723050991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8425053272723050991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8425053272723050991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8425053272723050991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/10/tickle-me-silly.html' title='tickle me silly'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RxD00ETKebI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TnThXA3l4zQ/s72-c/CIMG0938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5209606430920597654</id><published>2007-09-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:16:21.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again!</title><content type='html'>today i saw smth very interesting on the mrt. a little girl was reading Goldilocks and The Three Martians. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last time i read, it was still titled Goldilocks and The Three Bears. our childhood story books have really changed. for the better or worse i dunno. i think it's for the better because looking at the condition of our planet, i think bears might become more rare than martians in no time. it's better that kids nowadays get used to seeing martians instead of bears in their books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i just returned from a trip to Bintan with sam. and im really burnt. not burnt black but red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 1:&lt;/div&gt;the view of the outside of the Bintan ferry terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveB_miUQnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xnc9DsJwrXs/s1600-h/P9210006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113698831578710642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveB_miUQnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xnc9DsJwrXs/s320/P9210006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCAWiUQoI/AAAAAAAAADE/RNupH81keEY/s1600-h/P9210007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113698844463612546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCAWiUQoI/AAAAAAAAADE/RNupH81keEY/s320/P9210007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we stayed. my uni friend, phuong and sec sch friend stayed there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCBWiUQrI/AAAAAAAAADc/y6PMvFedKos/s1600-h/P9210010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113698861643481778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCBWiUQrI/AAAAAAAAADc/y6PMvFedKos/s320/P9210010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Nirwana resort that we wanted to stay in but it was fully booked. but we still used their swimming pool. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveFBmiUQuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YR2cmMhrsgg/s1600-h/P9210012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113702164473332450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveFBmiUQuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YR2cmMhrsgg/s320/P9210012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our sightseeing (sam was my tour guide, he has been to bintan 6 times already), we had dinner and went for our massage at Pasar Oleh Oleh (the same lady who massaged sam massaged him the last time he was there). and that was where i bought some nice things for some nice ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after giving my sis her gift yesterday, i 'bribed' her to apply aloe vera on my sunburn for me. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our super filling buffet breakfast. i love buffet breakfasts! then we went to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCAmiUQpI/AAAAAAAAADM/z6yQcu_cY98/s1600-h/P9220016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113698848758579858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCAmiUQpI/AAAAAAAAADM/z6yQcu_cY98/s320/P9220016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super blue water and fine sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCBGiUQqI/AAAAAAAAADU/hDbFcjzRPJI/s1600-h/P9220018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113698857348514466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveCBGiUQqI/AAAAAAAAADU/hDbFcjzRPJI/s320/P9220018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course we waded in the water which was very shallow, and kayaked, and got burnt very badly. then went for lunch at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view of the beach from Mayang Sari Resort, where we had lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveEemiUQsI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ppjqUnXbV0/s1600-h/P9220024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113701563177910978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveEemiUQsI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ppjqUnXbV0/s320/P9220024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam deep in thought. must be thinking about lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveEe2iUQtI/AAAAAAAAADs/1_ZGjmenPME/s1600-h/P9220027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113701567472878290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveEe2iUQtI/AAAAAAAAADs/1_ZGjmenPME/s320/P9220027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we wanted to rent a buggy but it was fully book. even though we were disappointed, we played air rifle shooting and had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it was dinner and we went back to Pasar Oleh Oleh again! haha. some ppl recognised us from the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, we checked out the club near where we stayed. some guests we having such a fun time dancing while i had a fun time laughing at them. sam was engrossed in the soccer match they were showing on tv but later found the dancing ppl more amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last breakfast buffet in the morning. i miss the breakfast buffet. and it started to rain. im glad that it only rained on our last day in Bintan. then it was time to board the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt take many pictures cos my camera had low battery. but at least there were a few nice ones that we had taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, the end. back to doing homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5209606430920597654?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5209606430920597654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5209606430920597654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5209606430920597654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5209606430920597654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-again.html' title='back again!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RveB_miUQnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xnc9DsJwrXs/s72-c/P9210006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-765082751690818843</id><published>2007-09-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:11:31.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>i'm finally blogging again. but my next post will surely be a long time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've actually lost all motivation to write down whatever that's going on in my life. this is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i would rather be studying literature or biology instead of accountancy. sometimes i think that i have made the wrong choice. sometimes i lose the motivation to study. and i know i'm not studying as hard as i was in JC. i've lost steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that there's no point crying over spilled milk. i just have to make the best out of my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to do well, and get a good job and i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but comparing my results with others, i have a long long way to go in order to catch up. i really mean long way. and when i say my results are bad. they are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess week is here! recess week = going for makeup tax lessons, catching up on school work, studying for test, doing project, doing essay. so what's left of recess week is really nothing much. it should be called NOT recess week or catch up with school work week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i really enjoy choir. i enjoy singing, the company and everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-765082751690818843?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/765082751690818843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=765082751690818843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/765082751690818843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/765082751690818843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4858661292431285855</id><published>2007-08-11T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:21:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is sunday</title><content type='html'>today is not sunday. but it certainly feels like sunday. and i keep having that horrible feeling in my stomach cos monday is tomorrow. haii school kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say that school really sucks cos the amt of homework i have is not causing me to go crazy yet and i still have time to play. but still, i have to do homework :( and today is homework day cos tmr is choir day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rush hour 3 is the king of comedies. jackie chan + chris tucker = brilliant comedy. chris tucker is sooo funny. i really love his trash talking. i love him! haha... nono, i love my naughtyboy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily's 20th bday celebration on 7th aug was fun fun fun! good food n good company. i wanted to post some pics but blogger is pms-ing. i shall try again another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4858661292431285855?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4858661292431285855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4858661292431285855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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keep myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that angeline and i have about the same timetable even though we're studying different stuff. we are also taking the same elective. that makes it the 3 of us - angeline, emily and me. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop getting excited about school. i'm supposed to be depressed that school is starting. im supposed to be sad that i cant slack at home anymore without worrying about studying or homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to make full use of my last 3 (holi) days. lets see, today, im going to bond with my house. tomorrow, im going out with sam to try the nice food in chinatown. sunday, im going for choir prac with my choir, Wild Empire and maybe celebrate emily's bday aft that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how very eventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1259794702126079345?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2004224158927054868</id><published>2007-07-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:27:36.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relax, take it easy</title><content type='html'>today was my last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna miss my colleagues who have been talking to me in mandarin, joking with me in mandarin and singing to me in mandarin. these 2 months have passed really quite fast and soon it's going to be back to school and all that shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my colleagues treated me to lunch, bought me a whole load of chocolates and told me that chocolates wont make me fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2004224158927054868?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2004224158927054868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2004224158927054868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2004224158927054868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2004224158927054868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/07/relax-take-it-easy.html' title='relax, take it easy'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1331978703956769076</id><published>2007-07-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:00:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>i finally have some time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th june (sat)&lt;br /&gt;sam and i celebrated our 1yr together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty excited when i woke up. i even went to work feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents: i got him a Mr Cheerful t-shirt and a diary with all my thoughts written specially for him to read. he got me tickets to Christina Aguilera's concert and wrote me a nice sweet letter, which i love so much. i couldnt stop peeking at the letter even though he told me to read only when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to spageddies for dinner. we intended to dine at moonfish but the restaurant at marina sq had either moved or closed down. then it was time for Christina Aguilera's concert. the concert was superb! shes really a small lady with a huge voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft the concert, we took a taxi to simpang bedok for supper. fortunately we booked a taxi in advance cos there was a bloody traffic jam aft the concert. the australia vs spore soccer match was held ard the same time and ard the same area. we --&gt;spore indoor stadium. soccer match --&gt;national stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and there were fireworks at the national stadium! that definitely added some spark to our celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it has been 1 yr, i still love sam as much as ever. he's always so loving and accomodating. he has nv picked a quarrel with me or complained about sacrificing too much time for me or spending too much money on me. he makes me laugh and hugs and kisses me alot. i love him for everything that he is and i'll gladly accept every single hug, kiss, laughter, quarrel, fight, or whatever that is to come. whether it's good or bad, we'll come out of it stronger and more loving than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u my darling naughty boy/skinny ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to stef for matchmaking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naughty boy trying to look like Mr Cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoubkVxF8KI/AAAAAAAAABs/5MQBl4ZQspU/s1600-h/sam8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327653038387362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoubkVxF8KI/AAAAAAAAABs/5MQBl4ZQspU/s320/sam8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naughty boy trying to strike a handsome pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Roubk1xF8LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iGkXed0ECQk/s1600-h/sam7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327661628321970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Roubk1xF8LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iGkXed0ECQk/s320/sam7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoublFxF8MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cIZB4yccOjY/s1600-h/sam9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327665923289282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoublFxF8MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cIZB4yccOjY/s320/sam9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera's concert. the view of the stage before the concert from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Rouei1xF8NI/AAAAAAAAACE/FMhJ_H5E-dc/s1600-h/P6300076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083330925803466962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Rouei1xF8NI/AAAAAAAAACE/FMhJ_H5E-dc/s320/P6300076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st july (sun)&lt;br /&gt;my brother's bday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins naomie and rachel stayed over at my place on sat night. we went shopping together. oh how they've grown. they are indeed more mature and more fun to go out with. we went shopping at bishan, junction 8, as cousins and friends. we bought my bro's bday cake and tried clothes and had lunch. i had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatives from my mum's side of the family, sam and my bro's friend came over to celebrate my bro's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bday cake. the toppings look like hamster food. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoulE1xF8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/66OkBHAbYNI/s1600-h/P7010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083338106988785922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoulE1xF8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/66OkBHAbYNI/s320/P7010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cousins. all my cousins are female. my bro is the only boy. see how hes surrounded by girls.&lt;br /&gt;frm left: naomie, my sis krystal, amanda, my bro kenneth, aretha, me and rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoumBFxF8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/DEDBGkaOnyY/s1600-h/P7010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083339142075904274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoumBFxF8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/DEDBGkaOnyY/s320/P7010087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family pic that's supposed to be taken on new yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoulEVxF8PI/AAAAAAAAACU/lIe6GTMLEO0/s1600-h/P7010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083338098398851314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoulEVxF8PI/AAAAAAAAACU/lIe6GTMLEO0/s320/P7010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos skinny ass and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoumBlxF8SI/AAAAAAAAACs/gR7uYuJuCdY/s1600-h/P7010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083339150665838882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoumBlxF8SI/AAAAAAAAACs/gR7uYuJuCdY/s320/P7010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1331978703956769076?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1331978703956769076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1331978703956769076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1331978703956769076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1331978703956769076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RoubkVxF8KI/AAAAAAAAABs/5MQBl4ZQspU/s72-c/sam8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8264339687156434983</id><published>2007-06-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:50:46.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smells like teen spirit</title><content type='html'>my cousin naomie is TALLER than me and she's only 13!!! omg. i'm destined to be the shortest out of all my cousins and siblings. i've a younger brother and sister. and they are both TALLER than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! puberty does wonders. how i wish i could grow taller. i need more puberty! puberty a few more times would be good. hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8264339687156434983?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8264339687156434983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8264339687156434983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8264339687156434983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8264339687156434983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/06/smells-like-teen-spirit.html' title='smells like teen spirit'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1116378050841355644</id><published>2007-06-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:51:30.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*boing</title><content type='html'>u know how sometimes u read other ppl's blogs and end up feeling like shit?&lt;br /&gt;yeh i do.&lt;br /&gt;that's why sometimes i hate reading up on ppl's lives.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i prefer not to be updated.&lt;br /&gt;but i still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has sorta slowed down for me. there's always nothing much to do and when i finish doing something, my colleagues hafta dig other stuff out for me to do. i wonder why they even need me for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is easy money. even though it isn't much, i'm earning money which would pay for my Bintan trip if we make it there this july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my colleagues are all very nice ppl. we laugh and joke everyday. time passes faster that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins are coming to singapore very soon. i wonder if i'll have time to spend with them. with work frm mon to sat and choir on sun, i guess i'll hafta split myself in 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1116378050841355644?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1116378050841355644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1116378050841355644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1116378050841355644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1116378050841355644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/06/boing.html' title='*boing'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-467794149617120411</id><published>2007-06-09T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:40:22.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ocean's 13 and shrek 3 were the 2 movies i caught this week. one's very intelligently plotted and the other's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blogging at sam's house now. he's busy watching soccer on tv (as usual. and now WWE) while i take over his comp. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my exam results were released yesterday. im happy to say that i did better than my previous sem. although there were no As, there were neither any Cs nor Ds too. and my GPA improved by a little. im going to work harder next sem to get even better results. i hope to be in the same class as my friends next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall go and join sam on the sofa while we wait for our pizza delivery to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-467794149617120411?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/467794149617120411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=467794149617120411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/467794149617120411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/467794149617120411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/06/oceans-13-and-shrek-3.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2758646633707350009</id><published>2007-06-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:41:48.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life on shuffle</title><content type='html'>time passes the slowest from 830am to 930am.&lt;br /&gt;then i get into the routine of staring at numbers and sorting papers.&lt;br /&gt;time begins to pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;i keep looking at my watch as if to countdown to lunch at 1230pm.&lt;br /&gt;but the amt of paper work piles up and soon, i stop taking short glances at my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch is always interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i listen to my colleagues banter in chinese and ive recently joined in their crappy talk too.&lt;br /&gt;me talking in chinese for the whole day? so unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;also, i listen to 93.3 fm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes the fastest from 130pm to 530pm.&lt;br /&gt;the 130pm to 330pm segment is when i feel like im in a trance. haha.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the sleepy feeling we all get after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530pm comes and the clock in the office sings a most wonderful tune.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it plays some tune to signify the end of work.&lt;br /&gt;i leave my office while my colleagues say back to finish up their work.&lt;br /&gt;poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only computer i get to use has a unix operating system. no microsoft means no msn and no internet. i constantly glance over at my colleague next to me and she's usually chatting on msn. poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closest i get to typing as if i were chatting on msn is when i use the typewriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, that's it about my working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins naomie and rachel are coming frm switzwerland and australia respectively at the end of june. yay! i havent seen rachel in a long time and i bet they both have gotten really tall. mayb even taller than me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, i met up with some of my sec sch friends for dinner and clubbing subsequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew, aroon, darren, emily, kok siong, lok kwan, shirleen and stefanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was exceptionally fun. i laughed so much and so hard. i really had a great time with them. we were talking about sec sch times and all the stupid things we did. we were so childish back then. we've all done much growing up these few years. oh how i miss sec sch days. we were all naive and childish and full of shit (not that we arent anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing at the cannery was alright. the music was alright but the company (stef, aroon, andrew, kok siong, darren) was great. i havent had such fun clubbing in a long time. in fact, i havent gone clubbing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren drove us home at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting to be a rather long post. but considering that i havent posted in a long time, im excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sch holiday is turning out to be alright. hello bintan! im coming really soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be fun cos i get to see sam aft work! i miss him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was skype-ing with my dad cos he wanted to test his new microphone and he said "what shall we talk about? let's talk about sam. your favourite topic." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apron and pjs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2758646633707350009?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2758646633707350009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2758646633707350009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2758646633707350009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;now i can do admin and smth related to accounting. ha. how interesting. but i shldnt be complaining. at least im earning money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and guess what. my new office is very near to my first work place. bad bad memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7413786470563739565?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7413786470563739565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7413786470563739565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7413786470563739565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night, i dreamt of my late great grandma. what a nice dream it was. i had a really long conversation with her. we talked about many things, which i cant rmb now, in hokkien and chinese (even tho i know she didnt understand chinese. but in my dream, she did). i only rmb that we were talking bout my bro. she said that he exercises so much now that he has big muscles. haha. my bro does kayaking as a cca. i cant rmb wat other stuff we talked about and my mum was trying to squeeze it outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: "come, tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;me: " i really cannot rmb"&lt;br /&gt;mum: " no, u can rmb! faster, try to rmb!"&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some nights ago, i dreamt that a dear friend of mine died :( wat a sad dream, i was crying in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos there are some dreams that cant be disclosed. *secret secret* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really nice dinner with sam's family last night :) it was his dad's bday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-9050970534914055322?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/9050970534914055322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=9050970534914055322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/9050970534914055322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/9050970534914055322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-youre-crazy-just-like-me.html' title='i think you&apos;re crazy, just like me.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-708221979599469561</id><published>2007-05-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:24:08.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew</title><content type='html'>everything seems bleak when i'm jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no job = no holiday at somewhere foreign + no new clothes + wasting of money-making time + slacking at home + watching anime + waking up late + no obligations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being jobless can amount to some disadvantages and advantages. for now i shall just take it easy and indulge in more anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister introduced me to My-HiME. this anime is about some high school kids who have secret powers. they control a special 'child' and can command them to fight. sounds like the Bounto from Bleach. but the HiMEs fight for good and not evil. when their 'child' dies, the person they love/treasure most dies too. this might sound cliche but at least it's rather exciting and funny. most importantly, i have smth to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing something or nothing to pass time beats studying. i guess i shall do more of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, there are many movies coming out soon that i wanna watch.&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the caribbean : at world's end (johnny depp!),&lt;br /&gt;the fantastic 4: rise of the silver surfer,&lt;br /&gt;the simpsons (ooh i love the simpsons! homer reminds me of my dad, in terms of hair style. haha. and bart, my naughty brother. my sister is definitely nth like maggi. and my mum, her hair cant stand like marge's. of cos im lisa!),&lt;br /&gt;and more im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, there's more to look forward to, other than anime, after i wake up and before i sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed and a late start tmr morning, just like every other morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-708221979599469561?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/708221979599469561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=708221979599469561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/708221979599469561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/708221979599469561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-knew.html' title='who knew'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6889701394380706370</id><published>2007-05-06T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:00:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>today, i vacated my hostel room, with sam's help (and my dad's car too). bye bye room, for a long time. my room and i kinda have a love-hate relationship. but i'll be grateful if i get my room back. how often does one get a room on such a high level, with a great view, that forces one to climb six (or more) flights of stairs everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from outside my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Rj2zibtWeQI/AAAAAAAAABk/NnmQV4DUWdU/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061398960369203458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Rj2zibtWeQI/AAAAAAAAABk/NnmQV4DUWdU/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam is the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;*many many number 12s to u, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-6889701394380706370?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/6889701394380706370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=6889701394380706370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6889701394380706370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/6889701394380706370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-beautiful-day.html' title='it&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/Rj2zibtWeQI/AAAAAAAAABk/NnmQV4DUWdU/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1064142024456500500</id><published>2007-05-05T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:33:46.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother</title><content type='html'>how often am i reminded that i take my mother for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my parents and i took sam to see a sensei about his finger. aft that, we were waiting for the lift to come when my mum fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time i had ever seen my mum faint. fortunately the sensei's hse was nearby so we carried her back there to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i saw my mum lying there so pale, i wondered how i cldve brought myself to throw my temper at her so many times and watch her do the housework without helping. i thought about what a bad daughter i had been and cldnt help but cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i had lost her there and then? my world wldve come crashing down on me in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young, my parents used to quarrel alot and i was afraid that my mum wld leave us anytime. i used to have dreams of her with her luggage at the door. she wld give me some sweets then leave. thats when i wld wake up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i depend on my mum so much. even though i think i dont miss her when she goes to indonesia every 2 weeks, actually i do, like hell. i cant imagine life without her ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least shes safe and alright right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i can sleep soundly tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1064142024456500500?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1064142024456500500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1064142024456500500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1064142024456500500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1064142024456500500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mother.html' title='my mother'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5035655310917001231</id><published>2007-05-04T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:51:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>it's not that i needed retail therapy. i just felt bad about rejecting my best friend when she wanted to go shopping with me so i &lt;em&gt;begged&lt;/em&gt; her to go yesterday. haha. i didnt &lt;em&gt;beg&lt;/em&gt; la. i apologised and asked her if she still wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients for the perfect shopping trip:&lt;br /&gt;- money&lt;br /&gt;- banknote&lt;br /&gt;- cash&lt;br /&gt;- dough&lt;br /&gt;- legal tender&lt;br /&gt;- funds&lt;br /&gt;- moolah, and&lt;br /&gt;- the best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft shopping was a smooching good time with sam again. my holiday is turning out to be not too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5035655310917001231?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5035655310917001231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5035655310917001231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5035655310917001231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5035655310917001231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1502693285709695940</id><published>2007-05-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:23:18.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on</title><content type='html'>you might not be interested in this post but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime ago emily and i went to some JCs to run an errand for our cca - Comic Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're wondering why it's an ensemble, i dunno. we dont play music like the guzheng ensemble. neither do we draw comics so the name Comic Ensemble is totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the errand was to hand the teacher ic posters for a competition we've organised for the JCs and CIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the president said that we have to go back to the schools to collect the students' artworks either today, tmr or the day aft. since i might not be able to go tmr and fri, we agreed to go today. i woke up at 715am! to call the teachers to arrange the collection timing for today. i wanted to talk to them b4 they started classes. in the end, the students assumed that friday was the deadline so collecting today was impossible. argh! my beauty sleep. and emily's too cos i made her wake up at 820am. in the end we chatted and did some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met the lady frm the agency today and i was supposed to go to a company for an interview (and be hired) but the lady said the company hasnt gotten back to her yet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went to AMK hub for a walk first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gng over to sam's later. yay! time for some smooching good time. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1502693285709695940?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1502693285709695940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1502693285709695940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1502693285709695940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1502693285709695940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/keep-holding-on.html' title='keep holding on'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-9221723471188743715</id><published>2007-05-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:06:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emily has just set up a livejournal to sell her handmade earrings and necklaces etc.&lt;br /&gt;everyone should visit her site! and buy something too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m-ly.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://m-ly.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-9221723471188743715?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/9221723471188743715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=9221723471188743715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/9221723471188743715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/9221723471188743715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/05/emily-has-just-set-up-livejournal-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-7077461071552689582</id><published>2007-04-30T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:40:53.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>my exams are over. yay! yay! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you picture me jumping around in happiness? i guess not. it's not my style, anyway. no matter how happy i am that my exams are over, there's still some sort of "burden". i dont know what it is but it doesnt go away. maybe it's the burden of knowing that i wont ace my exams no matter what. maybe it's the burden of worrying if i'll do well (enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all over. what's done is done. there's no point looking back and regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going for 2 interviews on wednesday. one's with an agency and the other for a job. i hope i get the job. i hope i hope i hope. i know what! im gonna do well for my interview and get the job! see, so simple! ya right. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months of holiday is a long time. it's almost as long as a school semester. i could spend these 3 months studying a new module. but of cos i wouldnt do that. i'd rather wait till sch reopens to start suffering all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for these 3 months im going to work. im going to earn money. im going on a holiday. im going to buy myself some new clothes. and im going to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7077461071552689582?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7077461071552689582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7077461071552689582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7077461071552689582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7077461071552689582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/04/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5855971862061585899</id><published>2007-04-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:35:17.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coughing fits</title><content type='html'>i was on my way to Wild Empire's gathering today when i started coughing non-stop in the bus. i had tears streaming down my face and i swear i cldve stopped breathing. i decided to alight and sit another bus back home. and water didnt help at all. stupid water *#^@!#&amp;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i knew today's meeting was important. im sick at the wrong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im not better by tomorrow morning, im definitely going to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another 9 days my dreaded exams are gonna be over. hooray! then i'll go look for a job. anyone with job lobangs please tell me. thank yous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5855971862061585899?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5855971862061585899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5855971862061585899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5855971862061585899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5855971862061585899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/04/coughing-fits.html' title='coughing fits'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8506874779181453990</id><published>2007-04-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:44:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burp</title><content type='html'>oh nooo i can feel the cough coming! IT must be the cause of me falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid IT %#*&amp;$@^##!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, what can be worse than accounting? stupid accounting $%&amp;amp;$(#@*&amp;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna drown myself in water and more water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8506874779181453990?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8506874779181453990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8506874779181453990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8506874779181453990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8506874779181453990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/04/burp.html' title='burp'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-520395123656344176</id><published>2007-04-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:45:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wont you answer the fervent prayer</title><content type='html'>i wish ppl will stop discussing answers aft the exam. what is the point of discussing answers? to make yourself feel good if u know u've gotten it correct? or isit to demoralise ppl like me who did not get the correct ans and are holding onto that little little hope of doing well?what's done is done. i dont believe in looking back and regretting. anyhow, im sure ppl arent so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from me grandma's. she cooks really yummilicious food. im so glad to have her around. and my grandpa too. who's always full of complaints about my grandma's cooking. he thinks his cooking is the best. haha. everyone else begs to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to the recordings of the songs that Wild Empire sang for the nyjc concert. im glad that we've improved. we had some good remarks for our performances too. but we still gotta work harder! i know we, or rather, i wanna achieve more. more more more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when problems arise, are you strong enough to get over them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's the time to show someone you care, do you really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm neither in the right position to give you advice nor can i give any good advice, im fully aware i suck at comforting ppl. all i can say is, in times when u're feeling down, ur friends will always be there. in times when u feel like shit, give us a call and we'll tell u that u are not shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-520395123656344176?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/520395123656344176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=520395123656344176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/520395123656344176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/520395123656344176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/04/wont-you-answer-fervent-prayer.html' title='wont you answer the fervent prayer'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5102477612490328169</id><published>2007-04-16T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:22:38.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could be anything you like</title><content type='html'>going for an exam is like performing in a concert minus the enjoyment factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5102477612490328169?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5102477612490328169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5102477612490328169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5102477612490328169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5102477612490328169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-could-be-anything-you-like.html' title='i could be anything you like'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-3385222502805673598</id><published>2007-03-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:50:47.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mi friend</title><content type='html'>i have a friend who has guppies in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiaxin says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today fri u nv go out w ur bf ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is not fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelli`says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiaxin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ok i jus rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelli` says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;guppies hv taken over ur brain haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiaxin says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the guppies have grown alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiaxin says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus affecting mi thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are slowly pushing ur brain outta ur ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u got see anything sticking out? hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiaxin says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i might not haf a brain to begin with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-3385222502805673598?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/3385222502805673598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=3385222502805673598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3385222502805673598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/3385222502805673598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/03/mi-friend.html' title='mi friend'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5233411212058854346</id><published>2007-03-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:08:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>sometimes ppl say things which hurt. it makes u wonder if they even think before they speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why sometimes i dont say much. its better to not say anything than to offend someone with smth stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this smth happened and if i were like how i was like in the old days, that person wld've gotten my blackest face ever. then ppl wld start saying that im fierce yada yada. but what did i do? i said some stuff back. thats all i did. and i tried not to show that i was angry cos i didnt wanna have any hard feelings between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet that person didnt even know i was insulted. wat was insulting to me might not hv even sounded insulting to that person. oh wells, some ppl are so very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, about being fierce. you know, i cant help it that ive got a fierce looking face. u think i dont wanna look friendly or sweet or approchable? sometimes im tired of hearing ppl say that i look fierce. tired to the point that i wanna roll my eyes and say "yes, ive heard this before. next!" maybe ppl who dont know me shld try to get to know me better before they say that im fierce. and ppl who alr know me, shld know better. i apologise for looking fierce and behaving fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir has been fun these few practices. even though ive been spending almost my whole saturdays at practice, im enjoying myself. my choir is guest performing for 2 concerts on 13th and 14th april (just 3 days before my exam!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret, a little, agreeing to perform for these 2 concerts. thinking how lousy my previous sem's results were, i ought to spend more time on my studies. fortunately we are only guest performing for these concerts, which means we are singing only 4 songs for each concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, until the next time i wanna get stuff off my chest, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-5233411212058854346?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5233411212058854346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5233411212058854346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5233411212058854346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5233411212058854346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4116235482652867179</id><published>2007-03-20T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:53:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sapphire and faded jeans</title><content type='html'>i got back my first elective essay. guess what i got. A-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. and i SU-ed it. meaning, whatever grade i get ultimately for my elective wont be counted towards my gpa. and guess what my teacher said. he said that our essay was 50% and the exam 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fickle fickle teacher! the first lecture, he said the essays were 40% and exam 60%. argh!! all because of my insecurity, i SU-ed my elective. wrong wrong move! but come to think of it, i wldnt be feeling this way if i didnt get back my essay grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, getting A- for my essay is a good thing. this means i can choose not to do the second essay. yay! and ive decided not to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4116235482652867179?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4116235482652867179/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8737380830070607872</id><published>2007-03-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:55:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put your record on</title><content type='html'>i hope i made the right choice by not S/U-ing my elective. just thinking about the number of movie watching ive to catch up on, i hope i can make it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been feeling sick these few days. but i think i'll be much better tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good-lonely-night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8737380830070607872?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2245255520427689399</id><published>2007-03-07T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:10:53.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failed again</title><content type='html'>i failed my FM quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2245255520427689399?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2245255520427689399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2245255520427689399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ppl who were asking for directions in chinese. and the chinese boy said to me &lt;strong&gt;"translate for me".&lt;/strong&gt; haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies. but not when you are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;my poly friends, same age as me, have graduated from their courses. and im still stuck in uni for another 2 yrs. well, it isnt so long compared to those who hv 3 yrs more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why i chose to study accountancy. it isnt really my cup of tea. then again, what is my cup of tea? i think i like lipton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im someone with not much direction in life. i wish i have more so i didnt have to settle for a course, called accountancy, with a guaranteed high paying job when i graduate. who wouldnt want a job with a guaranteed high pay? mayb me? i know it's not only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im thinking of all the things i can do with the money im gonna get outta my high paying job.&lt;br /&gt;i can travel around the world with my boyfriend (his expenses paid by me of course). i can treat my friends to meals. i can pay almost everything for my parents. i can pamper my siblings and cousins with gifts. i can buy things! (with my own money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since im already sinking deeper into this pool of yucks!accountancy, i might as well continue and try to get the best outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im naturally not so money-minded. but when it comes to doing things im not really keen in, i have to think of other ways to motivate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to sam. he's just like any of my best friends. except that he's of a different sex and he's my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA. A STUPID PARAGRAPH CAN BE MISUNDERSTOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so fast going to be one year". yup, one year is coming soon. and many more years too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7413618756011916612?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7413618756011916612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7413618756011916612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7413618756011916612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7413618756011916612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-course.html' title='my course'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8371436863500267993</id><published>2007-02-16T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:59:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel like doing any work today. im soooo in the chinese new year mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8371436863500267993?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1273644089283386948</id><published>2007-02-15T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:52:32.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vday</title><content type='html'>i didnt receive any flowers. i didnt receive any chocolates. but i had sam and he is the best present ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i was sorry. i cried because it was my fault. i cried because u were angry. i cried because u were supposed to scold me but u didnt. i cried because when u said it was ok, it wasnt. i cried because i love u so much. im so sorry love. but i know that u've already forgiven me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else: dont go asking us what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1273644089283386948?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1273644089283386948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1273644089283386948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1273644089283386948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1273644089283386948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday.html' title='vday'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2031406665180870372</id><published>2007-02-12T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:59:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lollipop, lollipop, ooh lolli lollipop!</title><content type='html'>the choir problem was discussed but i wasn't there. from what i heard, it's alright already. i guess everyone tends to assume that they know everything but in fact, we (I) don't know shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll just enjoy singing in WE,  just like i have been for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to watch sam and his soccer friends play at The Cage, an indoor football pitch (it wasn't grass). anyway, being as sway as he always is, sam got hit on his leg and hand. but alls well now. i think next time, i gotta be prepared with plasters and some ointment or smth. cause apparently, someone called me "medic!". ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor stef got lost while trying to find her way to The Cage. haha, she was on the verge of crying and had humongous, ugly, bursting, blisters on her feet. she actually intended for us to have frog leg porridge for dinner and durian for dessert. in the end, we had kfc and durian at geylang. sam and adrian purposely brought us to a few Lorongs just to see 'chickens'. stef couldnt get enough of the 'chickens' and wanted to see more. but i was loosing my appetite for durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shld have more durian eating sessions. next time, we'll drag emily along too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new yr is come. cny = money. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cousins amanda and aretha are coming back to spore for good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2031406665180870372?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/2031406665180870372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=2031406665180870372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2031406665180870372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/2031406665180870372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/02/lollipop-lollipop-ooh-lolli-lollipop.html' title='lollipop, lollipop, ooh lolli lollipop!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-4189405693415556020</id><published>2007-02-09T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:53:37.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister</title><content type='html'>im so proud of my sister krystaltanyanling! coz she did well for her O level maths and chinese papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb when she was born, my mum told me and my bro and she was our little present. and we loved carrying her outta her baby cot to play with her. we must have been so amused by her cuteness then. and of coz we are still, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and when she was younger, we got so angry with her once that we sat her on a chair outside our room and told her to apologise to us. guess what she said. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"apologise." &lt;/span&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to bully her alot those days. maybe not we, just me. haha. like call her names and stuff. so sorry krys. u know i love u alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-4189405693415556020?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/4189405693415556020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=4189405693415556020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4189405693415556020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/4189405693415556020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sister.html' title='my sister'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-5021412619641140609</id><published>2007-02-08T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:52:59.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>even though im a pretty stagnant member of my choir, i do have some opinions of my own too from time to time. of course im not going to send an email reply to choir and have myself shot down because ppl dont see my point. ive learnt from what others have experienced, that email replies arent gonna work because the ppl who subsequently reply wont agree with u in any way. so i blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read an email replied to my choir friend by one of the owner's of my choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it's really saddening for ppl to not come to agreeable terms without things ending up more heated up than intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so my friend has decided to "ORD" himself from choir with much encouragement from the reply he received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if the encouragement was intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe in the midst of arguing what they think is correct, ppl tend to forget that the stuff they say can be pretty hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend of mine, i find, has put in his fair share of effort for the choir. isn't it a member's right to voice out his concerns? aren't we all trying to clarify our doubts so as to make our choir a better one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the owners find his email rude, distasteful and offensive. if im not wrong, my friend didnt even use any rude remarks or mention anything offensive. im sure what he meant wasnt what they assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do find personal attacks very irrelevant. simply, in what ways do personal attacks solve the problem or even serve as a reply to someone's concern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this might not seem like a problem that concerns me at all. as in, im neither the one who has similar concerns as my friend nor oppose whatever he feels. but being part of the choir, such situations do affect me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is the way a member is shot down because he dared to raise his concerns, im not sure if i wanna stay in this choir anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate mondays! i really really hate mondays! firstly, it is the start of a new week. secondly, i hafta see my idiot biz law teacher's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the kind of person who never speaks up during lessons (because i love my voice so much that i wanna preserve it for more impt things. ya right).  so whenever i  speak up or answer a question, it is a HUGE obstacle for me. but some STUPID teachers dont get that simply theory. after teaching for so many years, dont they at least understand a little student psychology? apparently, my biz law tutor doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me a question. i answered based on what i wrote in my answer. in the end he said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelly, you didnt really say anything, you know&lt;/span&gt;". fuck him la. i said smth and he didnt hear? he must be really deaf. so what if my answer wasnt substantial enough. so what if the quality of my answer wasnt as good as some of those smarter ones in my class. u wanna hear some answer like theirs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask them la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i tried ok. and if trying gets me what i got, im sorry that u are what u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course im not so stupid to give up. im gonna try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also on monday, my accounting grp affected our teacher's life so much that she had to email us to tell us how disappointed she was when my grp didnt prepare for tutorial. at least she cared enough to email us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sometimes, i dont understand myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i feel like crying for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i cant wait for tomorrow to come! coz im gonna see someone who can make me feel so much better.&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/19203031-5021412619641140609?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/5021412619641140609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=5021412619641140609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5021412619641140609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/5021412619641140609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1335417509037608974</id><published>2007-02-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:16:17.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 dollars</title><content type='html'>i had my $7 worth of live soccer experience today at the kallang stadium. singapore vs thailand. it wasnt that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how my $7 was spent:&lt;br /&gt;$1.50 went to standing and sitting&lt;br /&gt;$2 went to clapping&lt;br /&gt;$0.50 went to cheering&lt;br /&gt;$3.00 went to laughing at a stadium full of spectators hurling vulgarities at the thais or referee, and not forgetting the periodic throwing of (un)shredded newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached the kallang stadium in a taxi with sam. the driver didnt even know how the stadium looked like and thought it was already torn down to be rebuilt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how toot is that?&lt;/span&gt; when we were between the indoor stadium and kallang stadium, i said in chinese "the stadium is on the right". who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; miss the stadium. it isnt exactly very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting our tickets and waiting around of friends, we went into the stadium to find seats. good thing we got superb seats, facing almost the middle of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spectators were an enthusiastic bunch. they were so enthu about doing the kallang wave, enthu about hurling vulgarities in malay, which later got translated into hokkien and enthu about throwing newspapers to express their joy or whatever. above all these, there was a sense of unity that i wld never feel while watching the match on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! it was definitely damn fun. sam, u must take me to another big soccer match! the next world cup maybe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-1335417509037608974?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1335417509037608974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1335417509037608974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1335417509037608974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1335417509037608974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-dollars.html' title='7 dollars'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-8877363696220271181</id><published>2007-01-12T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:42:30.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem</title><content type='html'>time flies when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're&lt;/span&gt; having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaaA_aQ2q6I/AAAAAAAAABU/x238f6IIGx0/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaaA_aQ2q6I/AAAAAAAAABU/x238f6IIGx0/s320/sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018840661621124002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to horse-face: the security guy was looking at u with those threatening eyes of his when u were attacking me with the snakes. i bet he wanted to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"im gonna throw u into the kids playing area and u can play all u want there!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he wasnt looking at me at all&lt;/span&gt;, which means im a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very&lt;/span&gt; good girl and u are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very&lt;/span&gt; naughty boy. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new semester has started. almost everything is new. new subjects, new teachers, new timetable, new books. well, i love my new timetable. i have no lessons on fri! which means i get to do my homework before the weekend. and right now, i get to sleep late coz theres no sch tmr coz its friday! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a soothing weather for a nice long sleep. goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-8877363696220271181?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/8877363696220271181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=8877363696220271181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8877363696220271181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/8877363696220271181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCVttfNL3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LrapoI3j0KQ/s1600-h/krys6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCVttfNL3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LrapoI3j0KQ/s320/krys6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017174597427867506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCVt9fNL4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/_phkvWP2lFw/s1600-h/krys7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCVt9fNL4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/_phkvWP2lFw/s320/krys7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017174601722834818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her other love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCVt9fNL5I/AAAAAAAAABA/YyZJxghPQC8/s1600-h/krys11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCR3NfNL2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hMvAxc4Lduo/s1600-h/dad7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCR3NfNL2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hMvAxc4Lduo/s320/dad7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017170362590113634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad reading newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCRfdfNL1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M3qgdCep_SM/s1600-h/dad8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/RaCRfdfNL1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/M3qgdCep_SM/s320/dad8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017169954568220498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-358643088086438680?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/358643088086438680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=358643088086438680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/358643088086438680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/358643088086438680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-dad.html' title='my dad'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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made me miss laughing with her, at her. shifting back home was the most enjoyable thing i had done. xmas eve and day with stef/sam's relatives was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! and not forgetting getting sabo-ed at comms ball made me damn pissed (my anger that night was a million times more than now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drinking my hot chinese tea when suddenly the emcee told me to put down my chinese tea and go on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so who interupted me drinking my tea?&lt;/span&gt; it was actually this fucker sitting at the next table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and whos this fucker?&lt;/span&gt; apparently hes my friend's (acquaintance-someone i knew at work, for only 5 freaking days) son-of-a-bitch boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why did he sabo me?&lt;/span&gt; coz i knew his girlfriend?!! well im so fucking sorry if ur girlfriend didnt have any other friends there and u had to sabo me. i was trying me best to lie low for the whole evening so i wldnt hv to go on stage in front of a whole bunch of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who had to spoil my night?&lt;/span&gt; yes, that bloody piece of shitty fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what happened next?&lt;/span&gt; i went on stage only to embarrass myself during a fucking childish catwalk and humiliate myself through dancing. in the end, even this bloody girl who was too scared to do a catwalk and got her bf to escort her got more votes than me. and of coz that fucker's gf won the 'pagent' and the fucker was so happy he was hopping ard like a monkey. later, i went off stage wishing there was a hole in the ground for me to fall into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u ppl wldnt understand, not even a single bit, what i had to endure. if u think my little experience here is no biggie then too are a piece of shit. but of coz, being human, we wld usually think that whatever happens to us is the biggest event in the world. in actual, we are juz a puny fraction of bigger things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever unhappy happens in 2006 stays in 2006&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im living in the hope that 2007 will be much better. im sure it will. i'll make it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-7497859587049447009?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/7497859587049447009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=7497859587049447009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7497859587049447009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/7497859587049447009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-over-again.html' title='all over again'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-1725189430481109338</id><published>2006-12-31T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:40:44.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our dads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, once in a while my dad goes bonkers and irons clothes the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha how come so weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad NEVER does that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah yeh my dad's a lil siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my house always has mountains of clothes to iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will finish ironing everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess his fav are ironing, and doin the laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff he dont do at all haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's fave is er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur dad's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime go and slide his fingers on top of the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi`says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so much dust!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then either nag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go get cloth to clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he'll clean the whole house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh its like a chain effect huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19203031-1725189430481109338?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/1725189430481109338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=1725189430481109338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1725189430481109338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/1725189430481109338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036915279740956411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-2618149383078960032</id><published>2006-12-31T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:35:51.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i kissed you</title><content type='html'>Wild Empire's 'Christmas at Wild Empire' was great! i enjoyed myself thoroughly despite the endless 'jelly legs' and shivering (due to stage fright and cold aircon). i really appreciate it that my family and friends came to support me. thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that 2006 has been a good year for me. the only exception is my horrible results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that new yr resolutions are cliche but im gonna try it out for once.&lt;br /&gt;1. smile more (coz ppl always say i look fierce but im not!)&lt;br /&gt;2. get gd grades&lt;br /&gt;3. be more patient with my family (gotta remind myself that they are too precious)&lt;br /&gt;4. try to hang out more with Wild Empire ppl and school friends (im too detatched)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-2618149383078960032?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-6709895566790001908</id><published>2006-12-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:45:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible!</title><content type='html'>my results for this semester are the pits i tell u. my results are the worst ive come across, which means after asking ard, i havent found anyone with worse grades than mine. omgoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i passed econs! which means byebye econs. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im looking forward to working harder next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, ive got 'Christmas at Wild Empire' and New Year's Eve to be happy about. all other things regarding my studies can wait till school reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTAbom8zyJE/SLLD_HaLoUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_68fN77wxLU/S220/P5090057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203031.post-116611492143795070</id><published>2006-12-15T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:33:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smack that!</title><content type='html'>i had the most wonderful surprise today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft waking at 11am, i got a call from sam, telling me to look outta my window. and so i did, at first in the wrong direction. then aft being directed to look the correct way, i saw smth blurry walking down the road. blurry coz i wasnt wearing my specs and i was still in my pjs! so aft i wore my specs, i saw sam walking towards my hse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who heard some lunatic shouting frm ur block this morning, it was me. i was shouting to the crazy person who rushed down right aft his test at tampines to yishun juz to see me in my natural state (meaning pjs and crazy hair) and give me the nicest surprise ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks love. i appreciate it alot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef is gng on a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im packing my bag for tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be cut out from civilisation frm tmr night till sun morn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, have fun on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha i keep shitting nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think shitting makes u lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u try shitting more. then lemme know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha i lost 1.5kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better not put on weight on the cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos its buffet galore there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supper buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know whther got tea time buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my shitting wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah dont worry,  u can shit on the boat too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha i wonder how they get fresh water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stefi` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like got so much space to fill gallons of water meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kelli` says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they recycle ur pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence stef, im juz glad to have such a &lt;s&gt;great friend&lt;/s&gt; bestie like u, who nv fails to amuse me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19203031-116611492143795070?l=lovelikehate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelikehate.blogspot.com/feeds/116611492143795070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19203031&amp;postID=116611492143795070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/116611492143795070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19203031/posts/default/116611492143795070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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