<?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-1877083206902311091</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:02:12.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>510</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1723848099812000224</id><published>2011-11-27T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:02:12.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/hide_in_a_corner_by_yaraklaproos-d2yd4vv.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so much things happening within a short duration of time. It has been overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear and uncertainty creeps in every now and then; it's just scary. The thoughts in our mind is just messing with us, making everything so difficult. Life is just never easy, isn't it? But the reassurance I received had made me been able to hold on tighter and make me feel stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how difficult things will become, with what that had been said, I will hold on tighter and chase after what that is important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1723848099812000224?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1723848099812000224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1723848099812000224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1723848099812000224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1723848099812000224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/11/endure.html' title='Endure.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1529076998985826928</id><published>2011-08-24T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:46:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait</title><content type='html'>Received a call from my brother's teacher awhile after I have my bath this afternoon. She told me that my brother was in pain and asked if she should call for the ambulance. I asked her to call my mom but she isn't on her desk. And when asked to call my dad, my dad ended up calling me and told me to go to his school and fetched him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, he was in pain and tearing non-stop. I have no idea what to do and after a few calls to and fro with my dad, they called the ambulance to fetch my brother. The feeling is pretty scary and I have no idea why he is in this state. All kinds of possible thoughts came onto my mind and I was worried sick. Honestly, I was never really close with my brother but that feeling is really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time while I was waiting for him to be consulted, the feeling of it is really scary. I have no idea what I could do or should do. It made me think of the past where my parents have got to wait for me outside the operating theatre and also when I went to the hospital due to my sore throat and fever and ended up being diagnosed with a probable brain infection. The sick will be too sick to think much while the one waiting will be the one worried as each ticking second passed. It was only there and then that I have realised how much I have made my parents worry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary, but nevertheless, it is a relief when I know my brother is alright. I don't feel prepared to grow up and face all these. I still wanna be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1529076998985826928?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1529076998985826928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1529076998985826928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1529076998985826928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1529076998985826928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/08/wait.html' title='The Wait'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7751021123763677532</id><published>2011-07-25T08:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:18:28.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone fatter within a year :(</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't really complain given my current size now, but the reason is because I grew fatter within a year that my relatives can see the difference. Anyway I had wanted to be fatter in the past. I was freakishly skinny and that people that don't know me thinks that I am anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my wish and I am gaining more fats but mostly concentrated at my tummy. I can't do situps to keep my tummy lean and it's just a lump of fats. Worst off, when I finished eating my meal and I am super full, I looked like a pregnant lady. Disgusting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sign that I have grew fatter was that I used to be able to wear my jeans in ease. It is now quite a hassle to wear them =/ If I get any fatter, I need to buy new bottoms already. I have this problem with quite a few of my bottoms! Fat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my collar bones now though, it used to so scary that I think I can collect water or put a coin there without dropping. Now, it is just normally :D I guess I just need to get used to it and at the most I will just get new clothes ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7751021123763677532?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7751021123763677532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7751021123763677532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7751021123763677532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7751021123763677532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/07/gone-fatter-within-year.html' title='Gone fatter within a year :('/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4704107037184690217</id><published>2011-06-29T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T02:14:21.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty nails :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0142.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nails right now. So happy that I didn't screw it up while painting it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4704107037184690217?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4704107037184690217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4704107037184690217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4704107037184690217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4704107037184690217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretty-nails.html' title='Pretty nails :)'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4072145078109193294</id><published>2011-06-24T04:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:41:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink + Puke + Night-cycling</title><content type='html'>Went to Timbre with Jay, Jianming, David, Alex and Jicheol on Wednesday. To think about it, I am a little crazy to think that I can survive from drinking and continue with night-cycling with Huiwen and the other freshies afterward. No space outside at Timbre and we got to go inside where we could not see the band playing. Actually, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't realize until then that all of them are like at least 19 except for me :( at the start we ordered beer and many food to snack on. There is octopus, buffalo wings, pizza and calamari. I love the octopus hahaha! Jicheol down-ed the beer damn freaking fast. He finished like 2 pints and Alex gave him another half. I am drinking so slowly till I had to bottoms up with whatever the others ordered. Okay la, a few of them on their second pint already and I have yet to finish :( At the end of it, I am feeling floaty already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came the black labels. Purely the liquor at the start before adding the mixer for the next few glasses. First glass and I am gone already. The later part I just kept drinking when taunted and by the end of it when I went to the toilet, I ended up puking all over with no control of it :( I smelt horrible! After that when I was brought outside Timbre to rest, I puked every now and then. Ew sucks man :( Alex, Jianming and Jicheol went off first and I was at the side lying on the floor while David and Jay smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was so dead drunk, I only know that I kept puking and could not stand up straight. The thing I didn't realise was that I smelt horrible. Super admire Jay for being able to tahan my smell man! Cabbed to ECP Macs and continue with cycling after I went to get something to eat. I am really like some mad woman and I can't imagine if I tio Stomp-ed sia :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled all the way to Singapore Flyer and it rained on our way back. It was super heavy and we were stranded at a busstop. About quite some time later did we realise that we can be well sheltered under a building just beside it! Our plan of reaching back at 5am is totally impossible already. Did quite a bit of crazy stuff to wash off my puke on my blazar and leggings before cycling back when the rain got smaller. It was super tiring but the tyre punctured when we were at Kembangan. Walked for a distance before we decided that me and Miaojun are gonna take Jojo's bike back to his house while Hengyong and Jojo brought both the double bike back to ECP while Huiwen walked back with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk back to his house is quite a torture when my tummy is growling so much. We ended up cabbing when we reached Bedok. The taxi driver is quite funny somehow saying asking what we did and etc. He didn't managed to get the bike into the car boot and he was nice enough to try to get it inside the passenger seat with Miaojun inside haha. It was damn awesome to bathe and change into a clean set of clothes, super comfy (L)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep after having a bowl of oatmeal and was pretty shocked I woke up after sleeping for like only 2-3h! When I woke up, I thought the wall was a human. My vision is that bad omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat at the later part of that day but I think other than that I am sleeping like almost all of the time. I am such a pig :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4072145078109193294?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4072145078109193294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4072145078109193294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4072145078109193294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4072145078109193294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/06/drink-puke-night-cycling.html' title='Drink + Puke + Night-cycling'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5062271387340841759</id><published>2011-06-17T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:12:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Grill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/1-1.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The amazing sky where we finally reached Sunset Grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty amazed at myself for feeling so awake yesterday though I slept at only 5am :O Haha, but I am knocked out after I bathed when I reached home at around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the afternoon to have lunch with Hengyong and Huiwen before we went for our IG meeting. Then met up with Hengyong, Miaojun, Yuri, Qiwei, Jordan and Michael at interchange before heading to Sunset Grill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google map is accurate but not totally accurate in a way! It showed us to go past the Seletar Camp to get to Sunset Grill but we were supposed to go one big round to get there! It seems like a lot of people got lost on the way there hahaha! Everyone we stopped to ask all said, "Sunset grill?" before we even asked them hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is 2 taxis and the one at the back have no idea how to get there, both cabs are going round and round the place. Took so long before we got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/2.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love this picture ♥!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/3.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girls :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried both the level 1 and 10 first! I cannot really take like just one mouth of the level 10 buffalo wings, and it is just the meat inside! Level 1 is yummy hahaha! I was afraid that the level 1 is spicy till I went to order Pork Chop and got one plate of the mushroom with my laopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/5.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buffalo wings level 1, 10 and 30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hengyong went to challenge level 30! Damn amazing la him, though he is suffering from eating after that. Those that just tried the sauce of lvl 30 already spamming water already! He is damn awesome for being able to finish the entire plate of 6 wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/4.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His certificate for completing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6160336.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And our mushrooms! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went to teoheng after that. I agree that my singing is horrible but it is not too bad to sing amongst the guys whose throats are suffering. In a way, mine won't seem that bad anymore! Had a really great time hee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5062271387340841759?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5062271387340841759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5062271387340841759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5062271387340841759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5062271387340841759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunset-grill.html' title='Sunset Grill!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6268894189220055265</id><published>2011-06-07T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:40:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/heart_by_nauticalstar13.jpg" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extracted from deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, even though I am willing to share with some people what had happened in my life, I never really told anyone how I feel about it. I think none. How I think, how I act; all these are led by many bits and pieces of things that had happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really understand how some people are able to express what they are thinking on a blog, read by friends, acquaintances and strangers that you never know of. For me, it is a totally weird thing to do. I don't like that others know exactly how I am feeling, I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not wrong, I saw someone tweeted about being nonchalant is able to make you feel less hurt when things go wrong. Quite a bit of things went wrong in my life and maybe that explains why I can't be bothered with lots of things. Don't want to care as getting hurt just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From things people said or commented about me, nobody really knows how I think. I will be amazed if someone does from the little things I am willing to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6268894189220055265?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6268894189220055265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6268894189220055265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6268894189220055265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6268894189220055265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/06/way-i-am.html' title='The way I am'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4639474231536335782</id><published>2011-05-29T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:50:20.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsem is coming ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5290325.jpg" height=225 width=300&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midsem is coming soon and that means I am gonna put my colourful pens into full use! :D Hahaha okay, actually I tried studying yesterday and after I don't know how long, I am still at the first lecture of OB. In this manner, I won't finish studying even after my midsem :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, I better go try and study already :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4639474231536335782?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4639474231536335782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4639474231536335782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4639474231536335782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4639474231536335782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/05/midsem-is-coming.html' title='Midsem is coming ~'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-134810053843661402</id><published>2011-05-23T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:42:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5220317.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to USS today with my aunt and mom, technically it's yesterday already! :O My aunt worked in the SPH and they booked the entire USS for their family day! Damn cool lah! Throughout yesterday, it was my aunt that asked if I wanted to go onto the rides and all, and to think that I though I won't be going onto any rides today at all, I was so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt brought along her camera too, so most of the pictures are with her, but actually, I am actually kind of lazy to take out to snap pictures :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really pretty in there and I am pretty annoyed after awhile that the pictures I took ain't really as nice since it is blurred. I know the picture will be a lot clearer if there is actually a way to decrease the shutter speed of my camera. Too bad it is just a digital filled with all the auto functions :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in at only 6.30pm and there is the lucky draw, waterworks show and all the rides (three only actually, hahaha) so I didn't really take much of a photo :( Camera not good enough to take chio scenary pictures also so I just went ahead to enjoy my rides. My poor mom has a slight heart problem so she just helped us carry our bags throughout, quite poor thing aye =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5220316.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the sky colour for this shot! I tried damn a lot of times and this is the most stable shot I could get. Really, really sad that I don't have a better camera for such a nice picture :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the three different rollar coaster rides I went to, we took pictures with some of the people there before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5220322.jpg" height="450" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck is super friendly and extremely nice to those little kids. He/she really like plays with them while taking pictures! I have got a hunch that the person inside is a he hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5220324.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this panda that acted like it's a fake without moving for a pretty long time and scare us when we moved up to take a picture! Quite funny actually hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for my short trip to USS! Didn't really try everything but it wasn't so bad lah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-134810053843661402?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/134810053843661402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=134810053843661402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/134810053843661402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/134810053843661402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/05/universal-studios.html' title='Universal Studios!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6027176799457273120</id><published>2011-05-21T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:45:23.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5210309.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha what the shit, I didn't know Baron the beer so zai one, can make Mr Toh Xiang Hao puked HAHAHAHA! Okay, I am not in a very sober state now anyway but I am persisting on posting a blog post before I head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, could not stand a blog filled with words though all the posts are pretty short. I am gonna make sure I have a picture at the start of every entry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to my freshies' CCN booth right after my lesson and spent $7 there :O I am so freaking nice man. I am only gonna take the picture when I got the wired keychains too :D Went off to eat afterwards, then head to SS lab to do my OTBS assignment before meeting Zhengxun to go to VJC concert. OMG YAY, I FINISH OTBS ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet with the guys after the concert and there is like only four of them this week. Damn pathetic this time la! Eat again at Wendy's which I don't think is worth the price at all with the lousy milo and we went to one of the exercise corner to drink Baron the beer and that is when Xianghao puked and Zhisheng can't even complete his beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can tahan further already, nightssssssssssssssssss! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6027176799457273120?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6027176799457273120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6027176799457273120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6027176799457273120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6027176799457273120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/05/blurred.html' title='Blurred'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5168784906061753775</id><published>2011-05-17T04:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T04:24:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saveeeeeeeeeeeee :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5170305.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My attempt to take an artsy shot of the necklace I got today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking awake at this time of the day which is super rare nowadays! And the thing is I am on medication :O I wonder when the drowsiness will kick in &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head to Newlook first to shop a little before going to school to use up the vouchers I have and I ended up overspending as usual. Ohwells, I love all the stuff I have gotten so I doubt I will really regret :D Two tops, one pair of shorts and a necklace :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project discussion and lesson before meeting with the freshies to LAN/pool? We ended up eating at Parkway and heading to Jordan's house to wait for him to bathe, then go to his dad's shop to eat AGAIN and back to his house to mahjong. Damn la, their way of playing ah damn scary sia. Not even finish North I lost like nearly $10 already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start saving for BB and heels and bag and ..... In short, I just need to start saving hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5168784906061753775?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5168784906061753775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5168784906061753775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5168784906061753775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5168784906061753775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/05/saveeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Saveeeeeeeeeeeee :('/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1839019875126190686</id><published>2011-05-03T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:22:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise in housing prices</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish my dad is more educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, he made a comment saying that some people in the Tampines GRC may not vote for PAP due to Mr Mah Boh Tan. Reason being, housing prices are increasing and he was the one in charge of housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty annoyed but I do not really know how to reason out with him. 10-20 years ago, the prices of the HDB flats were definitely a whole lot cheaper. The main purpose then was to move people into proper housing areas so that they can clear the kampong areas as it was unhygiene and diseases or even fire can spread easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Singapore progressed, though there is an influx in foreigners, we have definitely benefited in a way or another from the economy. The cons to that were that, now Singapore is sort of overpopulated and due to the rich foreigners investing and moving into Singapore, the housing prices thus increased. At least, we should be grateful that the price of HDB flats is kept affordable and we can pay through installments. I doubt there is such things in other countries. Singapore is small, so if we want it to progress there is definitely side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I supposed to explain this whole lot of stuff to my dad to make him understand that the rise in housing prices is inevitable and is not on purpose?! People need to learn to be grateful man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1839019875126190686?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1839019875126190686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1839019875126190686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1839019875126190686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1839019875126190686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/05/rise-in-housing-prices.html' title='Rise in housing prices'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5592612380738140200</id><published>2011-04-26T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:25:07.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school</title><content type='html'>Just right after the chalet and orientation ended, my throat started to hurt badly. Actually I am pretty amazed I stayed till the last day of the chalet, which is the same day as the first day of week 0, rushed home to bathe and rushed down to school for orientation. The only problem is that whenever I sit down, I will almost immediately dozed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after spamming water for a few days, my condition did not seem to improve so I went to see the doctor on Sunday. Eat the medicine and stuff and coughed out reddish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; twice. Super weird sia, I sore throat but have phlegm inside. At least I am alright after that so can't really be bothered with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only gonna go school at 9am on Thursday! Damn awesome, have been sleeping late. Just that I woke up specially just to eat medicine! :( Went out with Alex and some of the other freshies. Gossip with them for quite a bit and lunch with them tmr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5592612380738140200?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5592612380738140200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5592612380738140200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5592612380738140200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5592612380738140200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5316399580133309608</id><published>2011-04-17T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:50:17.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I was lying on my bed, I felt a sense of comfort when I thought of things I should be grateful for. Life is never a bed of roses and definitely there will be times where things do not go as planned and where luck is not at your side. Putting aside all the "Why are all these happening to me?" things, I think the world isn't so bad with the things I can be grateful of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I do not really have to worry about how much I should eat else I will gain a whole lot of weight. Maybe I will gain a few kilos but it is totally alright as long as it can't be seen from my tummy hahaha. Also, I am pretty lazy and do not really work super duper hard for my studies but the results are still alright. It is actually good for the amount of effort I am putting into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I gotta always remind myself of things I can be grateful of when I am not in the best of my mood where things always screw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5316399580133309608?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5316399580133309608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5316399580133309608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5316399580133309608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5316399580133309608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/04/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-656569349027371151</id><published>2011-04-15T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:45:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry to Hungry</title><content type='html'>Came across something awhile ago and I am feeling pissed/agitated/angry? I don't really know what I am exactly feeling but I felt like screaming. It has been quite awhile and that feeling is not quite gone yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is that I will get super hungry after I am done with my anger. Weird but that's probably why I don't really get angry or won't get angry for long. Guess I will have to prepare myself some food before I get super hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-656569349027371151?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/656569349027371151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=656569349027371151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/656569349027371151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/656569349027371151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/04/angry-to-hungry.html' title='Angry to Hungry'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5268330874659038511</id><published>2011-04-12T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:54:33.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay pretty!</title><content type='html'>People around are always subjective most of the times, on an everyday life basis. What I am referring to is not too much on school or work stuff but more on the little stuff around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One will be more willing to help someone that is smiling instead of one that is sulking. Of course, one will be more willing to help someone prettier as compared. There are some sort of benefits in being pretty definitely, in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am saying that I am pretty, it is just that as compared to myself when I was in Secondary, I sure look much better and therefore encountered some stuff I have never before. To have a complete stranger to come up to me and give a compliment definitely isn't something I had last time. And I am sure those around, prettier by a whole lot, are bound to received much help from their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is just a teeny weeny plus point and we should still work hard in whatever we do, pretty or not. There are many other plus points in life too. It's just I have this random thought out of the blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5268330874659038511?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5268330874659038511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5268330874659038511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5268330874659038511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5268330874659038511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-pretty.html' title='Stay pretty!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7598298313314785248</id><published>2011-04-06T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:32:43.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth time?</title><content type='html'>I think I can very well stick to being single for the entire of this year. And when I told Karmaine about this, she told me that I had make this resolution before and it totally failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but I think I can do it this time round. After going through the confusions I had last year, I won't want to go through that again. Just gonna think things through logically and not gonna let my heart leads me anymore. It's kinda dumb to follow your heart sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I gonna think logically and stop being so optimistic like I always do. I should start thinking a little more pessimistically to be able to judge properly. I suck at judgement over my own matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go watch videos and stop thinking of things that will never happen. It will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7598298313314785248?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7598298313314785248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7598298313314785248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7598298313314785248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7598298313314785248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/04/fourth-time.html' title='Fourth time?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4987941358761640443</id><published>2011-04-04T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:13:33.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same yet different</title><content type='html'>There are plenty of things I wonder about constantly from time to time. And I sort of came to a realisation upon something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when a certain something is done, but by two different people, the way you will react will differ too. It's like two different people acting cute, you may find one disgusting and the other adorable. I think that's how people don't get the signal or misunderstood the signs sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, working for Singapore Discovery Centre was not bad. Slack quite a lot and the pay is good. Just that the working hours are real short so it's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from work ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0097.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0098.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0100.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0096.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I showed my mom and she said I look different! I totally dn't understand how people survived with fringe, Singapore's weather is scorching hot and after experiencing having fringe with that wig, I am never gonna get bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff, still early before meeting Huiwen to go to Vivocity. I must be crazy for waking up at like er 7am today for no reason? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4987941358761640443?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4987941358761640443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4987941358761640443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4987941358761640443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4987941358761640443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/04/same-yet-different.html' title='Same yet different'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3203045419370798263</id><published>2011-03-31T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:50:42.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp camp camp :)</title><content type='html'>Last day of SL camp, I didn't go back to school. When I woke up early today, my limbs are aching badly. Texted to say that I am having a tummy ache which I really have it but few hours later. Only managed to get out of my bed at around 3-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like camps, as in the games and stuff. Just hated the running part though. For someone as unhealthy as I am, the running is the worst of all. Furthermore, I am in a super big group filled with all the unknown faces. I seemed very anti-social for this kind of things and since there is a few people amongst them are trying to lead the group, I tend more to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the nightwalk yesterday, I thought it will be scary from the experience I had in BIT camp. Weird thing is, I ended up laughing all the way through somehow. Before we started walking through, I asked to held onto one of my groupmates, Alvin. His hand is sweating quite a bit after every now and then and at one point I felt his hand trembling. Hahaha, I felt like asking why but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met Huiwen at 6pm to eat something and get the membership at Newlook. Somehow, I am not really attracted to the heels on display and just got a top from there. Gonna shop the Newlook in town some other day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mail from the199shop.com when I came back home. The clothes are so nice :D One of it feels so soft and damn awesome to touch! And I came to realise that all the three clothes I got from there and the one I got from Newlook are all brown. Haha, I guess I somehow like brown without realising. It's like so comfortable to look at and so earthy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, hope my muscle aches are gone by tomorrow else I will be suffering while I work tomorrow. Shall go to find R2 after work too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3203045419370798263?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3203045419370798263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3203045419370798263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3203045419370798263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3203045419370798263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp-camp-camp.html' title='Camp camp camp :)'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1388254761980418138</id><published>2011-03-25T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:16:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily fired!</title><content type='html'>After my second day of work, I was kinda sad that I got to work the third day since it was supposed to be a two-day work thingy. Was kinda worried that I might need to work the fourth day too so I told them I was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And end up on the third day, when I was at the busstop going to Great World City, they told me to just go to the office and get my pay. It is definitely nearer and I am super sleepy! In the end when I reached the place, the boss or whoever she is, asked me what time I reached GWC the day before and said I was super inefficient for doing only two surveys in 2 hours. After hearing that like quite sad sia, like I so pathetic ony managed to do so little. But on a side note, happy that I can get my pay and go home to sleep. It seemed like, in a way, I got fired due to my inefficiency. I should be sad but nah I am not hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while I was at GWC, there was this guy who approached me to get my number. He started off by introducing then said I had been sitting there for a long time etc before asking. But the thing is, he seemed like he is late twenties or early thirties. Not so sure, I don't really know how to judge. Scully he is younger :O But still, kinda scary in a way ah. I am glad he left after awhile :D And seriously, I think I look damn chao lao :( Good and bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, supposed to have work from Friday till Sunday but it was delayed so I have got nothing to do at home but to sleep my days off :D I kinda love sleeping all day doing nothing. Somehow, I don't understand how people can survive being out everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded some apps on my iPod Touch to play and some photography apps. I got my super dull picture and edited it into this! Actually I didn't do much. It is just the eyelashes, the lip colour and the colour effect. I think is darn cool lah! I suddenly feel so pretty in the picture hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0090.jpg" height="450" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio right? Hahaha that's about it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1388254761980418138?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1388254761980418138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1388254761980418138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1388254761980418138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1388254761980418138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/03/happily-fired.html' title='Happily fired!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3331595306565454443</id><published>2011-03-21T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:03:51.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day gets a whole lot better!</title><content type='html'>Today started out terrible. I am supposed to be at work at 10am and I woke up at 10.07am. I got up in a shock and rushed myself through everything before cabbing there. I didn't pack my stuff, and I was finding all my makeup crap. Got a cab but the thing is, both me and the taxi driver are unsure where exactly 15a is and we went one entire round to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late and I was so glad I didn't get any scolding just that I heard there is a briefing at 10am and everyone else is gone. I got to do the surveys and carry a whole lot of free gifts along. It is a deflated ball with diameter around the size of my palm. I am glad they made me carry 25 and not 50 else I will really faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my way to Orchard Central for the surveys but I didn't really know my job and I ended up wearing heels so fml I got to buy a pair of sandals and carry my heels with me. Extra load for me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there won't be anyone supervising so I just sat outside the shop for 3 entire hours to get people to do surveys and less than 10 people helped me. I can only approach people that entered the shop, that's the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to Wheelock Place to continue. One of the customers even offered to get me drinks. I not so thick skin ah :O For some reason, the people around there are a lot nicer and almost all of them are willing to help me with the surveys. I am glad I finish all 20 though the sales people in the shop caught me in action and helped me for a few afterwards. One of them even got me water and cream puffs, damn sweet! At first they thought I was doing it for charity since I am asking people to do surveys and at the same time giving them gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it that my day got better. Make me forget about the frustration I had in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3331595306565454443?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3331595306565454443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3331595306565454443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3331595306565454443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3331595306565454443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-day-gets-whole-lot-better.html' title='My day gets a whole lot better!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5527326086710016854</id><published>2011-03-20T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:51:15.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop at Spotlight</title><content type='html'>Gonna head to Plaza Singapura one day and stop contemplating! How I wish there will be a Spotlight in Tampines or somewhere East! Though it seemed like there is quite a lot of things in the East already but I guess I am just too lazy to travel =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go get some stuff for cross-stitch and some cloth! I have no idea why but I am damn tempted to make my own clothes :D I think it is damn awesome to be wearing something you make yourself out from the scratch! Shall start with skirt first. I think that's the most simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna visit Jocelyn's house to let her teach me a skill or two! So excited :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am finally gonna go work and not waste my life at home. Better remember to wake up tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5527326086710016854?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5527326086710016854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5527326086710016854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5527326086710016854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5527326086710016854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/03/shop-at-spotlight.html' title='Shop at Spotlight'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3246569858434593942</id><published>2011-03-20T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T04:00:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night rantings</title><content type='html'>Holidays are great. I get all the sleep I want but my entire body clock is kinda screwed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great that I gonna work for 3 days to get some money and hoped this doesn't bail on me last minute else I am gonna be so broke. All I do these days are like camping at home and sleeping at ungodly hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfff, it is like when I have a bunch of thoughts and intended to blog, my head will be sorta blank once I reached the site. It is just weird to put all my thoughts in words but putting some won't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh anyway, blue eyes :D Overly-exposed picture but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3160276.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3246569858434593942?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3246569858434593942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3246569858434593942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3246569858434593942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3246569858434593942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/03/late-night-rantings.html' title='Late night rantings'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4834155433623700963</id><published>2011-03-10T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:05:37.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaxun's Post Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>My blog now has some sort became a place where I just jot events that happened or how I am feeling at the moment for future reference. It has became a point that I can't be bothered to update it on how I am leading my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to myself for being so lazy to study for the last paper, I think my hope of maintaining my GPA is gone, not that mine is really that high to begin with. I am pretty curious on how I scored particularly for EBM, hope I got at least a D for my overall grade =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just gonna update this blog of mine full of complaints and stuff with more pictures and less words on Yaxun's post birthday celebration a few days ago. Staying at home too much makes me lose track of time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Karmaine, Fernandez, Sherina, Jocelyn and of course, Yaxun, the birthday girl! Was gonna eat at Swensons but Yaxun didn't know our plan of treating her to lunch and icecream there so she and Sherina ate at Macs! And before we met them, Jocelyn and I were just joking about what if they ate at Macs! Went ahead to Swensons first to have our meal before icecream and picture-taking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3010161.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3010166.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3010170.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherina failed in camwhoring hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3010173.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around for awhile before they decide to come to my house for a little mahjong session and did hell lotsa crazy photo taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna post the "marriage shot" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3020183.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3020184.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3020186.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3020187.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/P3020194.jpg" height="450" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4834155433623700963?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4834155433623700963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4834155433623700963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4834155433623700963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4834155433623700963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/03/yaxuns-post-birthday-celebration.html' title='Yaxun&apos;s Post Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Yaxun%20Post%20Birthday%20Celebration%202011/th_P3010161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3934622754173558201</id><published>2011-02-24T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:28:16.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinate</title><content type='html'>Now is the study week where everyone is mugging like mad and studied like a few lectures or a few subjects in a day. This is especially so for my course where we got to take like 6 papers one after another? Minus the weekends of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I studied like less than one lecture of stuff. This is damn pathetic hahaha! I went to watch Gossip Girls, How I Met Your Mother and 90210 right after I reached home. After watching all these, I went on to cook spaghetti because I saw the sauce can saying "Use within 3 days"! And I think I freaking fail, I always undercook. I do not know how much to cook and I need to wait quite some time for it to be cook so I am damn lazy to recook hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, trying to google the portion for a person hahaha! I used to be damn lazy and can't be bothered to cook and now I think I got tired of instant noodles already. Need to know how to cook more stuff to survive, in case I decide to camp at home on certain occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go eat my food and hopefully study! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3934622754173558201?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3934622754173558201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3934622754173558201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3934622754173558201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3934622754173558201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/02/procrastinate.html' title='Procrastinate'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7421402148297719559</id><published>2011-02-23T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:21:58.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Singapore :D</title><content type='html'>Looking at the news, there are disputes between countries, natural disasters and anti-government demostration happening all around. It makes me glad that I am in Singapore. Although still there are things that I would like to have but Singapore doesn't have them, but at least it is safer as compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be in a seasonal country. Reason being, I love the winter wears! Trenchcoats, boots, scarves, turtlenecks and many others! It will be totally crazy to wear these in Singapore though I still find ways to wear them of course hahaha! Still, I do love being in tanktops and shorts. But, if I am in a seasonal countries I will have a chance to wear those winter wears I love too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I kinda want to marry early! Like be married and have a kid by the age of 25. I know it is crazy and super impossible. We got to study till 20+ in Singapore and the money to bring up a child certainly isn't cheap. This dream of mine is so impossible already hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is either that I only started to watch a teeny weeny bit of news when I am older, else it means that the world is getting more chaotic. I used to think that things like wars, riots, etc are so past tense and is not happening in the current world. Guess I am too naive back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bye, need to get back on studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7421402148297719559?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7421402148297719559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7421402148297719559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7421402148297719559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7421402148297719559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-singapore-d.html' title='I love Singapore :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-9063052031503482974</id><published>2011-02-22T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:32:33.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xbox + Kinect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.churpchurp.com/JoselynLim/share/infocomm-talent/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a chance to win Xbox + Kinect if you win. The questions are like the same so can like just memorised the answers or something if you are dying to get it! It is a game thingy so yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-9063052031503482974?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/9063052031503482974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=9063052031503482974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/9063052031503482974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/9063052031503482974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/02/xbox-kinect.html' title='Xbox + Kinect'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8628367772418295398</id><published>2011-02-20T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:40:57.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I think I am a super weird person. I almost never dream of normal stuff that makes sense at all. It is always some weird things that is impossible to happen in real life. Somehow, I managed to remember today's dream hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can remember, I was locked in some place and all of us there was trying to figure out the user and password to get out. (A door, but a user and password -.-) And there was this person, A, who I am not so close with in real life there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some person came in the room, and all of us know his user is samtt (samtt is from DBIS like wts) then A disappeared and miraculously appeared behind the open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I could remember, I went to meet a friend of mine at the siglap place or is it katong? I have no idea what's the exact address but I know I have been there with someone in real life before, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to meet at like 2 bus stops away and as I was walking there, one bus went by and I felt dumb for not going p the bus and alight at the bus stop I am meeting that friend of mine. Lastly, met with him then ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super make no sense and weird dream. The location, the people and everything, has no link to each other at all ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8628367772418295398?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8628367772418295398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8628367772418295398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8628367772418295398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8628367772418295398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1191722118891164283</id><published>2011-02-07T07:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:32:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's Matters</title><content type='html'>I envy people whom their parents know them inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone like me who keeps things to myself, it is pretty hard to know what I am feeling at the moment. Furthermore, I only started staying with my parents when I was in primary school. Even so, most of my times are spent in childcare centre and it is even harder for them to even know me. During weekends, they will be resting from work and tidying the house up. Never really went out with them like as a family sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hear others say that they normally vent anger on their family kind of stuff but for me, not really. Whatever they said, I just listened and kept quiet even if I totally disagree kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mom woke me up early in the morning to prepare to go to temple. I came home late the day before and took the oranges on the tables made her screaming and shouting. After calling me up, she went somewhere else but I have no idea where. I was still in my bed when she came back and started asking me to bathe etc. I know I took quite some time to bathe but 15 minutes isn't that long okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pissed with the morning war, I just went on to sleep at my uncle's car to go to the temple. When I was there, it was not that I am being childish to look so sleepy or pissed at everyone else. I am having a headache for I-don't-know-what reason. And it lasted for hours. Hate it. While my relatives are concerned over me, she just came to me and said annoying or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my brother used to show his temper when he is out or something but I am old enough to know what I am supposed to do. When I was feeling so sick, I don't need my mom to be thinking that I am acting or whatever. Or it was just a slight headache kinda thing. I won't make a fuss out of a small headache please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to google the meaning of migraine and yes I am having that yesterday. Feeling nauseous, giddy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Maybe there will be one fine day where I really can't stand it and screamed all my thoughts to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1191722118891164283?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1191722118891164283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1191722118891164283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1191722118891164283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1191722118891164283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/02/mummys-matters.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Matters'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3171685582042465933</id><published>2011-02-03T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:32:47.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's CNY :D</title><content type='html'>Things I love about Chinese New Year:&lt;br /&gt;- buying new clothes, heels etc&lt;br /&gt;- getting angpows (L)&lt;br /&gt;- gambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I don't really like about CNY:&lt;br /&gt;- stuck in a house with people I have no idea who they are&lt;br /&gt;- to be troubled about projects (actually I totally forget about it most of the times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I don't really get one thing. At the temple where those people don't really know me, they don't give me angpows is totally alright. But what if my relatives don't give me, even if we are not very close. My mom gave their children lo. They looked as chaolao as me and some really older than me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think me, my brother and another cousin, whp is the same age as my brother, all looked damn old! People will ask something like studying or working? If my mom replied studying, they will say at university ah? Got one uncle even asked if my brother is married hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go grandma's house alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3171685582042465933?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3171685582042465933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3171685582042465933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3171685582042465933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3171685582042465933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-cny-d.html' title='It&apos;s CNY :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7590198007101326613</id><published>2011-01-31T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:06:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating asses!</title><content type='html'>I am amazed how some people managed to piss me off just so easily. Friends around me probably will know that I am quite neutral with most people and seldom reached to the extent of dislike. Hate is almost impossible but there is one on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't usually dislike people, there is definitely something wrong with them somehow that pisses me off. Character, for sure, is the main thing. I admire people that have the ability to write anything so beautifully yet hits the main point hahaha. My poor command of English just makes whatever I say pretty direct hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, some people do not know how to think about others and only think for themselves. It goes like "I don't know how to do so I need to get help from my friends" and not "My friends are also busy with their stuff, I should try figure out myself and not bother them". Super awesome friends will help definitely, but I am not so awesome to be lagging behind by a whole lot and have time to help someone who keeps asking for help every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my character, to respond to a "she is not helping me at all", I will totally do what that person has said. Indeed, it takes quite a bit of a skill to get me disliking that person and from then on, it is damn hard for me to like that person again. All their weaknesses will be magnified and every small things they do just annoys the hell outta me. So it's like almost impossible to like that person again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got irritated quite badly today, therefore the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7590198007101326613?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7590198007101326613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7590198007101326613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7590198007101326613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7590198007101326613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/irritating-asses.html' title='Irritating asses!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5624029062806993208</id><published>2011-01-30T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:17:03.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Appreciation Day!</title><content type='html'>Several days back, we went to VivoCity for our econs project. Bus rides to and fro, pretty awesome. Right after we reached, we went to Thai Express. I super love the Tom Yum over there! I am quite a sucker at taking spicy stuff but I super love Tom Yum. I am a pretty weird person hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240062.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Delis thought she would have blocked Alex so she moved and ended up having her hair pulled by Alex while he pointed to the mirror saying something which I can't remember. Quite a joke hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us got the Tom Yum with Fish while Delis and Alex shared the pineapple rice I think. The rice is damn awesome (Y)! I will probably eat that next time if I don't wanna suffer when eating Tom Yum hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chermain went ahead to get Taiwan chicken, Delis got some chive thingy from Happy Veg while me and Alex each got a cream puff from Beard Papa. The reason why I am listing every single thing we are having is to show how much we have eaten that very day. It's super crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after our meal, we went to the ice cream shops that we are doing our projects on. First, there is Ben and Jerry's where we got 3 cups of ice cream. I was supposed to be sharing with Chermain and for some reason she is tired of how the Strawberry Shortcake tasted so she ended up getting her own cup later at Haagen Dazs. It was pretty packed at Ben and Jerry's though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to Haagen Dazs which is a lot bigger, yet the shop is empty! They took quite some time choosing the flavours. At B&amp;amp;J, they said the mango one tasted awesome yet nobody gets that and at the start they said HD's mango is awful but for some reason, Chermain went to buy the mango and ended up passing us the cup of ice cream after that. Joke hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved on to New Zealand to take the pictures and also to eat again hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240112.jpg" height="450" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Delis posing with her cone of ice cream hahaha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our tummies are freaking bloated by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since our work is done, it's time for some shopping for CNY! We went to Forever 21 first to walk around to get our stuff where Stephanie met up with us at there halfway through. Since that time when Alex, Delis and I went to Metro at Compass Point after project at Ervin's house, they have been asking me to try on "ahma's clothes"! Seriously, I think the one I tried at G2000 was the worst! It was oversized and urgggh, just horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha anyway, I went to try like quite a bit of clothes and got a skirt that will match well with the turtleneck top I had bought previously at New Look. Later in the shop, they made me wear a so-called boots (pump heels with cloth sewed on to look like a pair of boots) and a hat. Alex kept saying I looked like Jenny Humphrey (Taylor Momsen)! I think it is just the feel not the looks hahaha! They wanted me to dye blonde but I think at the most I shall just get a wig to see how I will really look hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at Topshop, while Alex is talking about JC stuff with Stephanie, the other three of us went ahead and tried on the heels. I have loved the heels there since I don't know when. But I have been spending my money every now and then and have yet to save enough for a heels there. The heels at Topshop are freaking high, something I love about it, and also they are pretty! I am so gonna get one of those heels either at Topshop, Aldo or Pedro one fine day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway later on, I was made to wear those kinda winter boots (non-heel) and a winter coat. Ahhh I love those kind of clothes but it is just plain insane to wear them in Singapore sadly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some food after which, then went out of the aircon area of VivoCity to chill. Lotsa nonsensical shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240114.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome sunset I had taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240117.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing while chatting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240118.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240116.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240120.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I took this awesome picture and love it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;R: My arm looks damn freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240121.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240122.jpg" 450="" height="338" width="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240127.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240128.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240133.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240135.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240138.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240139.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240142.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above are a freaking lot of random shots! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240143.jpg" height="169" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240146.jpg" height="169" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240148.jpg" height="169" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240149.jpg" height="169" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow the idea of funny faces came up, and here's the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240151.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240155.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240153.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/P1240154.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Right before we left the place, we saw people taking pictures on the grass so we went to took them too hahaha! We like chiong down took the picture then faster stood back up! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, another long bus ride home while Delis trained back. Awesome day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5624029062806993208?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5624029062806993208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5624029062806993208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5624029062806993208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5624029062806993208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-appreciation-day.html' title='Food Appreciation Day!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/Food%20Appreciation%20Day/th_P1240062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1381045586015437246</id><published>2011-01-26T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:00:31.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between clothes and memories</title><content type='html'>Clothes that I rarely wear, somehow made me remember what happened that day when I last wore it. Some of which is quite a funny memory which I could just laugh at whatever that had happened and some just make me missed the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is where my tutor thought it was my birthday while the others said I looked Malay. The other was catching a movie sneakily with my buddy cos at that time he was my scandal. And today, all I can think of was the time where you were kinda hugging me while sharing a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, people do works to stop thinking about stuff but when you have a little stuff to think about and a entire pile of projects to do, it just gives you headache. I can't wait for this semester to end and I seriously think my GPA is just gonna drop TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am gonna try and save like at least $5 a week! I should seriously stop spending my money like water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1381045586015437246?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1381045586015437246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1381045586015437246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1381045586015437246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1381045586015437246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/between-clothes-and-memories.html' title='Between clothes and memories'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3718658504189903010</id><published>2011-01-24T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:10:35.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>Looking at people around me getting all emotional over relationships, yeah I agree it sucks but I will rather have that then have my mom telling me that my dad isn't earning much now and money in his bank account is depleting. I just want to be a normal kid who depends on my parents and don't have to worry about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do agree I am quite a spendthrift to begin with. Actually all they want is for me to save la, which I think I should try? At least I should stop eating into my bank account! Ahhh don't know, and don't like this kind of stress :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go work during holidays so I won't get nagged or whatsoever while going to chalets and stuff? School stress and family crap. Sucks man. I am so glad I don't have the relationship nonsense going on in my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3718658504189903010?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3718658504189903010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3718658504189903010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3718658504189903010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3718658504189903010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8569639246756827190</id><published>2011-01-17T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:37:56.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know the rules</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this brain of mine works pretty slowly. In fact, it is too slow already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know that whatever happened during the Truth or Dare is leaked, I should be pissed right away and not took like hours to realise. Damn, and the thing is we did specify that whatever happens in the game stays there. And putting that aside, don't they have brains to know that secrets are meant to be kept and not spread all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to think of it, it is totally senseless of them. Just. Freaking. Angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Val passed me two pairs of heels which made me feels better but still grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;K, I panicked. Actually it is just one person who overheard -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8569639246756827190?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8569639246756827190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8569639246756827190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8569639246756827190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8569639246756827190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/know-rules.html' title='Know the rules'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6258155785653055611</id><published>2011-01-16T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:05:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm eighteen!</title><content type='html'>I thought it will be super weird with different cliques of people celebrating but it seems alright. We had steamboat at ECP and seriously, the Tom Yum soup base sucks a whole lot. It doesn't even taste like tom yum sadly. And I think guys in my class are monsters! They ate a whole lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we played a bit of pool and went on with drinking (Y)! I didn't actually know I could survive the shots hahaha. I was pretty pathetic at the chalet and was gone after like 2-3 of it? I had to agree that I am super noisy when I am erm, tipsy? HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am super pathetic lazing at home the next day when it was my actual birthday. Mom cooked western yesterday so it wasn't so bad. Actually all I did was watching Big Bang Theory and er sleep. I can't really remember what other significant thing I do yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I had quite a bit of stuff to do but never get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Pack my wardrobe for more clothes!&lt;/span&gt; I had a whole lot of nonsense inside, as in like my childhood toys and stuff. I kinda need to get rid of it as I don't really have space for any more clothes TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Do my tutorials?&lt;/span&gt; Wanted to but didn't attend POM lecture so can't really get it done and my BA lecture notes is with Ervin so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Get my freaking projects done!&lt;/span&gt; I am trying darn hard for myself to focus on SAS project but failed terribly after like 2 hours? And there is POM which I don't think I am doing anything yet till I have the previous marked copy to edit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to stop going back to my bed and lie down whenever I am feeling lazy which is every now and then. Also, to stop watching Big Bang Theory regardless how funny I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get out of here and get started on my work which I highly doubt I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, and I remember that Valerie is gonna throw me her clothes, heels and whatsoever and I am darn happy about it! I need to motivate myself to clear more spaces for those (L)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6258155785653055611?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6258155785653055611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6258155785653055611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6258155785653055611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6258155785653055611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-eighteen.html' title='I&apos;m eighteen!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5201358054531153243</id><published>2011-01-11T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:40:40.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I envied people that look young but is actually older. Yet, I kinda like it that I have the choice to just get alcohol with ease without people suspecting my age or anything. When people are young, they tend to want to look older but when they start ageing they will definitely want to look younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't know when, people thinks that I look around 18 so hopes it remains that way as I aged but looks maintained! In a way, my mom kinda agreed to letting me go home late on Friday. I am so looking forward to it :D I better be sober enough to be home or something - don't really want her to ban me from going out late in the future :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda lazy of studying already. Wanna work and like have money to spend :D:D But nah, I think when start working cannot really like now, pon lectures etc. Life will be freaking no life in a way already ~ AHHH IDK! While people around me already have plans on what they want to be in the future, I have no idea at all. Tsk, I am like just gonna work whatever I can find that kind hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5201358054531153243?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5201358054531153243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5201358054531153243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5201358054531153243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5201358054531153243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-older.html' title='Getting older'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5289477800185358320</id><published>2011-01-06T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:54:18.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a break</title><content type='html'>I think I gonna head for bed right after I eat. My entire back is like aching TT I was actually quite excited for bridge when I know I got it but the rest time is only during your lunch break and other than that we stood all the way. It feels like working but not getting any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The limited amount of people. The nonstop cheer from the start till the end. My energy is all drained out! I never knew I can get tired from cheering the entire day, tired as in literally panting after the cheer. Damn, I know I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like one part of it. Whwn the OTC people came in and those people among us who is in OTC cheered their cheers. Nothing wrong with that but it is just that what do they expect us to do, stare at them while they cheer? I don't know, it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna attend lecture and eat a little before going tomorrow. Else I am definitely gonna be like a zombie or fall sick or I have no idea what will happen if I stood the entire day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5289477800185358320?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5289477800185358320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5289477800185358320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5289477800185358320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5289477800185358320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/need-break.html' title='Need a break'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-58866470651613754</id><published>2011-01-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:39:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to grow up fast</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish that I am older.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish that I am already working and providing a little for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I heard my mom puking at the toilet. It was for like quite some time. I only thought she wasn't feeling too well and that's all. Today I heard from my grandma that she is in hospital with my dad. Not really sure what happened but I don't really know what I am supposed to do. Just awhile ago I asked my dad what happened to mom, he told me like some heart problem or something? I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that my parents are getting older and their health is deteriorating. And yet I am still a child studying. There isn't really much I can do. That's probably the reason why I have always wanted to marry early. Yet in Singapore, it's almost impossible sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I start working so that they don't have to worry for me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-58866470651613754?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/58866470651613754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=58866470651613754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/58866470651613754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/58866470651613754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-grow-up-fast.html' title='I want to grow up fast'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3698379276328789101</id><published>2011-01-04T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:17:11.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad with expressing</title><content type='html'>I realised, my family isn't really good at expressing our feelings with words. More of they hide it within themselves. And it is quite a big difference as compared with my relatives (grandmother, aunties and uncles etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any good or bad things that either me or my brother does, they don't really go around telling the whole world and is kind of like a family matter and no big deal kinda thing. I like and don't like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have my relatives as the total opposite, I realised I totally don't know how to react when I am overwhelmed with either the good or the bad. Luckily enough, they only know the good things I do so is alright :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like recently, there is a teeny weeny news article on the chinese newspaper with my face on it and they got all excited. My uncle even went to scan and print the articles out, like a few copies. And tell me I can go give my friends or something. It's like so weird lah! Nah, my skin not so thick! Actually like a little bad to them ah, cos I seemed like I kinda dao but I really have no idea what kind of reaction I am supposed to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, on the other hand, does not express what they think or whatsoever. Sometimes it just makes me ponder what goes in and out of their head. And seriously, I think my mom is super unpredictable in a way. I never know when she will say yes or no, and the best part is she is damn different from other moms! Super love that she doesn't nag though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh just rambling whatever is on my mind and I am gonna go for I-guides later. Damn lah, like join a CCA together then keep kena pangseh-ed :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3698379276328789101?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3698379276328789101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3698379276328789101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3698379276328789101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3698379276328789101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-with-expressing.html' title='Bad with expressing'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3674762914527916447</id><published>2011-01-03T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:48:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School tomorrow :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/IMG_0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I saw a trenchcoat in New Look for like $19.90 but it is like raincoat material kind hahaha! I was in a rush so I just wore it out to meet with Karmaine on New Year eve. It looks so pretty (L)! I just took a snapshot of myself before rushing out hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebags are horrid; they really are. I need to get rid of those man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so happy that I have completed that project of mine. However, I am still so wide awake. I have no idea what I am gonna do at this time of the day where everyone else is sleeping. I am definitely not gonna eat else I am just gonna get fatter on my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh why is there school tomorrow? I will be damn happy if I have another day of holidays like all the other primary, secondary and JC people! Shall go play my iTouch till I am sleepy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3674762914527916447?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3674762914527916447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3674762914527916447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3674762914527916447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3674762914527916447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-tomorrow.html' title='School tomorrow :('/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5499260166796061950</id><published>2011-01-01T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:25:38.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2011! :)</title><content type='html'>Happy new year! Unlike many others, I think my year of 2010 had been quite normal with a few hiccups here and there. Of course, I will certainly hope that this year will be better. I never really set any New Year resolution but somehow and for some reason, I feel like having one this year and take a look at the end of this year to see if I manage to keep all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Stop lazing around and get started with tutorials, projects and studying for papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I am lazy till the extent that I decided to sleep in early and last minute study (1-2 hours before the paper) for 2-3 of my papers. I have a feeling I am gonna flunk, at least one definitely. The thing is, I did not even attend lectures and I had not been really paying attention in tutorials. How else am I supposed to pass?! Anyway I was very hardworking today doing my project at the very least. Kinda forced myself through and a little bit more and it will all be complete! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Do hula hoops half an hour daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my operation, I cannot do situps to get rid of tummy fats like usual people do. Hula hoop will be of use if I do it continuously for half an hour. I am hardworking enough to find out how long I must do for it to take effect but I am too lazy to get started! I only did like once for half an hour then I gave up already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Stop being lazy and take better care of my skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin is quite bad and I have been neglecting it for years! Time to really take care to improve my skin condition. Eyebags tooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Try to save some money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have never managed to save at all. I always just spend whatever I have and even if I save, it will be gone after awhile. Hmmm maybe I am gonna save like at least erm, a $100 this year? This is damn little to most people but for a spendthrift like me is a whole lot! Maybe not getting BB then :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this for now :D I bet I will have a good laugh at the end of the year. #2 is highly impossible to achieve for a person like me. I should at least meet with one resolution right? :O All of it seems like I will fail in less that a few months kind! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5499260166796061950?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5499260166796061950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5499260166796061950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5499260166796061950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5499260166796061950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html' title='Hello 2011! :)'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1309073363691637765</id><published>2010-12-31T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:19:07.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday :D</title><content type='html'>How I wish that the pay will be like the previous year (50c/hat) and not the hourly rate. I could have the motivation to work one more day and definitely more money! To think that I thought I will get like around $200-$300 because all along I thought it was hourly rate + commission. Yea, dream on. No such thing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got about around a $100 plus but good enough for a two-day job hahaha. I have been contemplating on getting a Blackberry but I doubt I will get any sooner by the look of it. Probably around March or April when I worked and have like lots of cash to spare. Else forget it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more before I finish my part for EBM project. Hope the rest can finish later today and pass me their work for me to edit and stuff. I gonna spend my last day of 2010 doing my project; I am sucha loser :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, anyway I have got no plans at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 seemed to pass so fast. All the different works I have tried, the different types of people I got to know from Polytechnic and all the stupid projects. I definitely learnt a thing or two and I so don't want to look any older! Quite a bit of people thinks that I am around 18-19 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head for bed :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1309073363691637765?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1309073363691637765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1309073363691637765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1309073363691637765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1309073363691637765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/12/payday-d.html' title='Payday :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4380409545803294492</id><published>2010-12-30T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:42:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 2010</title><content type='html'>Intended to do my project and watched Breakout at 9pm today (technically yesterday) but failed. I have no idea why but I felt pretty tired and slept till near 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was just wondering why I am totally fine being around with one of my ex-es and not really that alright with another. It is just weird. Probably due to the fact that we haven't really talk to each other for nearly two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies and it is going to be the end of 2010. I kinda hope I will stop lazing around and get more hardworking and stuff. Midsem results are gonna be quite bad and failing about 2-3 of them? Seriously, I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me for being so relaxed. Skipped lectures for those subjects and studied that morning before the paper, how the hell am I supposed to even pass?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty glad that though it took like almost forever for me to get over, I am pretty much over already. Just no guys in my life next year hopefully, all those nonsense are all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2011 be a better year :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4380409545803294492?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4380409545803294492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4380409545803294492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4380409545803294492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4380409545803294492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-2010.html' title='Bye 2010'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4245538590008894130</id><published>2010-12-13T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:13:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facade</title><content type='html'>I love how other's impressions of me is most of the time false. It is interesting to hear how people think about you when you are the exact opposite etc. Sometimes, it just serves as an entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like when my relatives all think that I am a good kid kinda stuff cos they linked it with my studies, I am not really the way they think I am. I came home late but not really that late and stuff. Certain things they comment about my cousin, I am guilty of that too. It is just that I have parents who don't go around complaining what I do that's why they know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still a good kid alright, I do study :D And I am supposed to be right now, yet I am doing everything else but studying. Good job man. I think I am gonna die for tomorrow's paper :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4245538590008894130?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4245538590008894130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4245538590008894130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4245538590008894130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4245538590008894130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/12/facade.html' title='Facade'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-594449548376397457</id><published>2010-12-13T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:08:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies for 2</title><content type='html'>It's just weird when I think about it. Watching a movie with someone once again. Last time it was somewhat like a date and now just friends. The feeling is just weird. Things I used to do and now the imaginary line drew in between. Probably I just hadn't get used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit of time had passed and I can't believe I am still lingering. Gotten over but not totally I guess. I am just gonna get scolded if I complained to anyone around me again. I guessed this had got to do with my stubborn character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop getting distracting by all the little things around me and get started on studying. iTouch is the worst distraction ever :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-594449548376397457?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/594449548376397457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=594449548376397457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/594449548376397457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/594449548376397457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/12/movies-for-2.html' title='Movies for 2'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6353538874148736580</id><published>2010-11-28T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:21:12.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee :D</title><content type='html'>It's so busy nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like ever since I joined I-Guides, there is a whole lot of events and stuff going on. Non-stop event! First the selection camp, the TPRAWKS and just yesterday the orientation for normal guides. For a sleepyhead like me, I hadn't have enough sleep &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had my fun through all these :D More things going on next week. I think I can only really rest after the mid-sem test where there is a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6353538874148736580?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6353538874148736580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6353538874148736580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6353538874148736580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6353538874148736580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/11/busy-bee-d.html' title='Busy bee :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1046902417728048516</id><published>2010-11-20T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:25:30.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's very hot!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome. Although things didn't really go as planned and only like about 10 out of the 30 sub groups came to our station, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the game I am in is super confusing. Most of the groups just got messed up at the later part of the ding dong game. And since not even half the groups came, we are entertaining among ourselves while waiting. And worst still, we are under the sun this whole time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when me and Jeff got the "that's very hot" thing started. And we showed the others the video and we went on later dancing. The sun made us all crazy! And I am so glad Peiqin brought her monopoly deal card. Else we will seriously be rotting this whole time but we stopped playing after awhile hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later part of the day, we even witnessed a motorbike crashed into the metal chain and fell. I was super stunned by whatever happened but that guy was more calm than any one of us. He even told us what to do la! But I think he is alright now. Thank god nothing major happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 6.30am so I am pretty drained at the end of the day. I went to the dinner thingy for my temple after that and only reached home at around 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow on my ride home, I thought about plenty of things. Nothing to do with whatever happened in the day though. I remembered that I only cried in front of two guys in my life before. First was cause my bf then was ignoring me badly and I have no idea why I ended up crying. And the more recent one is when someone kept probing about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow for some reason I am always like the guy in relationship or don't really have the girl mindset kind. I just came to realise that after bottling things up, it is actually very nice to let off and to actually have someone there to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh whatever, always having random thoughts about things and all I can say is it is difficult to be close with someone again if I have not totally got over. I will just forget to keep clear and be emotional all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1046902417728048516?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1046902417728048516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1046902417728048516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1046902417728048516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1046902417728048516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/11/thats-very-hot.html' title='That&apos;s very hot!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4435546121659389651</id><published>2010-11-09T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:29:54.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trench coats are so pretty (L)!</title><content type='html'>I love Singapore, but I hate the weather here. How I wish Singapore has four seasons so I can buy pretty winter clothes since I am so in love with them. They are so pretty! I tried on a trench coat in New Look today and I looked so nice in it (L)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go get the picture from Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha or probably I shall aim to be in some business thingy that requires me to go overseas every now and then. I will have a chance to buy those clothes and wear it! AHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4435546121659389651?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4435546121659389651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4435546121659389651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4435546121659389651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4435546121659389651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/11/trench-coats-are-so-pretty-l.html' title='Trench coats are so pretty (L)!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-615454131122077268</id><published>2010-11-08T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:17:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having your own mindset</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't understand. I think it is probably easier for people with the same frequency to think the same way as you. Surely there will be some difference here and there, but when you have friends that think exactly the same way you do, it's a whole lot easier to communicate. And er, talk shit hahahah! Differences are good though, made me ponder about some stuff I have never really thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's beside the point. What I wanted to say is, I don't understand why some people don't have their own point of view and follow what others are doing because apparently it is cool? Or probably just to stay in the same crowd as them. I believe more on, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I heard a certain someone took up a not really good habit, or probably not a habit yet. Just don't understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-615454131122077268?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/615454131122077268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=615454131122077268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/615454131122077268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/615454131122077268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/11/having-your-own-mindset.html' title='Having your own mindset'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5314434548034052351</id><published>2010-11-07T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:40:30.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-control</title><content type='html'>Damn. Damn. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to control on all my expenditures especially after I am entitled to my ATM card. It is really bad. How I wish I am a person that promoters will hate to approach me and I won't easily cave in to purchase things so easily. I need to learn how to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gonna spend on any material stuff other than food and I don't know what else I need to survive on. First an iTouch which is what I have wanted for a freaking long time so I am not regretting on that. Other than I need to stop using it and listen to lectures, tutorials and labs etc. And my purchase on some facial products. Damn heart pain but I always need to learn things through the hard way. Just say no to those god-damn promoters regardless how tempting discounts or whatever things may seem like. Just ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to know how to think twice before anything. Hate facing all the consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5314434548034052351?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5314434548034052351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5314434548034052351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5314434548034052351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5314434548034052351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-control.html' title='Self-control'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4346676389929778218</id><published>2010-10-23T07:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:35:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you.</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was young, when I was in Primary School, I had a teacher who told our class that if you hate a person, it means that you have ever loved the person before. We were all still young and I remember all of us giving an immediate "ewwwwwww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, where there are people in life whom made us dislike them no reason, we can't really call it hate. Hate is just too strong of a word to be used. In a way, if I used the same logic, dislike is also not really suitable to be said. That person is just someone you prefer not to be with. The preference clashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew to understand why my teacher had said that to us in the past. And I agree with what she had said. One will only hate someone when that person used to be important in her life, be it your once bff or someone you love, yet they did things that made you very disappointed in them. It's only that time you can call it hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in more common stuff, like between friends, you have got to like them before disliking them. The amount of like/love you have for this person, when he/she leads you disappointed, it will be equivalent to the amount of dislike/hate you have for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4346676389929778218?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4346676389929778218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4346676389929778218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4346676389929778218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4346676389929778218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6128856186493057827</id><published>2010-10-17T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:49:28.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post camp thoughts</title><content type='html'>My arms and legs are aching badly. I don't really have much idea why does my arms even ache at all. I did remember myself running for quite a bit so that probably explains the ache for my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp is great, definitely. I am not pretty sure for the other groups but mine is fun. And I have definitely no idea why my brain processed stuff like a turtle. I was so freaked out when Delis chose me for the Pokey game and my brain is kinda somewhere else. Pfff, I should have figured that my mouth is small so if I just bit the pokey normally I won't reached the other end at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever, it's over. At least I know now. My brain just needs to know how to process faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna camped at home for awhile till my aches are getting better. I am just so glad that school hasn't started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6128856186493057827?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6128856186493057827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6128856186493057827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6128856186493057827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6128856186493057827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-camp-thoughts.html' title='Post camp thoughts'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4619667830407180350</id><published>2010-10-12T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:29:58.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but my brain suddenly made me links things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone reaches the tertiary education, it's somewhat how life is. You screwed up your GPA at the start and no matter how well you are gonna do in the future, it will be dragged down cos of the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like that. Little things that happened in our lives will affect several things we'll do or behave in the future. The thing is, nobody can really get away from whatever used to happen in the past. Yea though it's history, it won't really be the same if a certain something never happened. Worst if someone will be "haunting" you cos of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as delete the memory or thing that happened entirely in life. We have got to just live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4619667830407180350?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4619667830407180350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4619667830407180350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4619667830407180350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4619667830407180350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/10/past.html' title='The past.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5464265362190880223</id><published>2010-10-10T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:04:02.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audience</title><content type='html'>Being the lead in your very own life story sometimes gets a little too tiring and now, it kinda all settles already. I am back to my mundane lifestyle, happily living life as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now right before me lies a story, a pretty confusing one. Sometimes I will wonder why a certain someone reacts this way and such, but probably I should be glad that quite a few people view me as trustworthy enough to tell me things having the entire picture painted out without me pondering much. For a person as lazy as I am, it is a good thing in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit, things just matched up and I got why certain things happened a certain way. I am now like an audience watching how the story of others are going, occasionally anticipating how things will end up in the end. I am never a good guesser and things often went a little different as to how I think it will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May things goes on well for the others as how I used to hope mine will end like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5464265362190880223?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5464265362190880223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5464265362190880223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5464265362190880223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5464265362190880223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/10/audience.html' title='Audience'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7010101531063605153</id><published>2010-10-04T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:51:46.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments</title><content type='html'>Somehow, some reason, I suddenly thought about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who doesn't know how to react when I received compliments in the past, once in a blue moon though. I remembered once when I felt so awkward about it that I hoped that there is a place I could hide in. Yet, these days I realised receiving compliments is actually quite a good thing. It somehow gave me the confidence when I was feeling low. The feeling is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think one should be generous in complimenting people too. If whatever you said is truthful and really mean it, it's pretty sweet to do so don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway putting that aside, I felt really happy today. Not that there is any special occasion or anything, it's just that I sorta figure certain things out and it's like throwing a super heavy load away. That feeling is just awesome. Not sure if I can do things the way I want it to be but hope I succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I kinda hope that I will be able to stay single all the way through my poly life. I am not sure if my stance will still be the same a few months down the road but yupp, that's what I am hoping for now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7010101531063605153?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7010101531063605153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7010101531063605153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7010101531063605153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7010101531063605153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/10/compliments.html' title='Compliments'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3113649203974792429</id><published>2010-10-03T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:40:04.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about dramas</title><content type='html'>... is that often that the male lead and the female lead get together in the end and happily ever after, kinda. No matter what obstacles they faced, we all knew that they will be together. However, in reality, when will we really know when we are the lead actor/actress or we are just the supporting actor/actress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life sadly. Things that appeared as if it is happily ever after may not be that way and vice versa. Or probably, it is just that you life really sucks or is darn freaking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's whatever I had in my brain when I ended up camping at home and watched so many shows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3113649203974792429?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3113649203974792429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3113649203974792429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3113649203974792429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3113649203974792429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/10/thing-about-dramas.html' title='The thing about dramas'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4493184036997492636</id><published>2010-09-22T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:47:14.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks</title><content type='html'>When will I ever get smarter? After all these years I am still so stubborn and things always repeat itself. To sum up everything, life just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4493184036997492636?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4493184036997492636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4493184036997492636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4493184036997492636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4493184036997492636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-sucks.html' title='Life sucks'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4969896328380618906</id><published>2010-09-21T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:30:02.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream and Shout</title><content type='html'>Something's wrong with my tummy. Aches everything now and then after the chalet which totally sucks. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder, what is the right thing to do and what is the wrong thing to do? I think for quite a few things, there are just no right or wrong, it just means different consequences. Somehow, I think quite a lot I think. Or probably everyone does, just that on different issues that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit of people is telling me that that is the right thing to do, or what I should do. Got it figured and yes I think it works this way. But nah, I am too much of a feeling person. I do things the way I feel like and not things I think is right. Bad in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is many choices that one has to make in one's life but I just don't like to. Simply due to the fact that I always make the wrong choices, with an occasional right choices. Secretly hoping that I won't need to make that choice but everything just goes as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea just ranting, I think it doesn't make much sense to any humans out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4969896328380618906?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4969896328380618906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4969896328380618906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4969896328380618906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4969896328380618906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/09/scream-and-shout.html' title='Scream and Shout'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-850502812513123020</id><published>2010-09-18T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:09:11.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it ever end?</title><content type='html'>And the cycle repeats itself all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will I ever break free of it. Probably cos I am stubborn, persistent or whatever. It is not a good thing unless it is gonna end with a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-850502812513123020?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/850502812513123020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=850502812513123020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/850502812513123020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/850502812513123020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-it-ever-end.html' title='Will it ever end?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6077396596102104071</id><published>2010-09-07T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:06:38.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need my smiles back again</title><content type='html'>Looking forward for tomorrow, not the paper but Ms Law's wedding :D I had been hours and I havent get started on studying yet. I am gonna be so dead for Econ's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda sad that you failed to recognise my voice. A teeny weeny bit of disappointment but what can I expect? I guess I gotta agree with Karmaine that there is "no point in settling for people who arent right &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Joselyn/Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/September%202010/Images/MsgPlus_Img0591.png" alt=":D" /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need time to get over and I will be back to my happy self again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6077396596102104071?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6077396596102104071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6077396596102104071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6077396596102104071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6077396596102104071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/09/need-my-smiles-back-again.html' title='Need my smiles back again'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8602960508093037230</id><published>2010-09-04T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:51:06.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand. Yes, I do.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know why. But when I saw that message, my eyes got teary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel lost and understand your actions. I guess it's probably because I know it is not another asshole I encountered. It is kinda bad that I can't really hide my emotions well; the people around today can kinda feel that I am not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bunch of guys around I totally have no idea who I can rant to. All the things are like kept within me to the extent that it is kinda suffocating. I don't really want to think about it and sort things out at the time though it is affecting my mood damn badly. I am scared that I would end up tearing suddenly in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a whole lot better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8602960508093037230?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8602960508093037230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8602960508093037230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8602960508093037230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8602960508093037230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-understand-yes-i-do.html' title='I understand. Yes, I do.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4359983927085384606</id><published>2010-09-02T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:27:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head's spinning</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand certain stuff. Human minds are complicated, but I think mine is pretty simple easy to understand though. In short, simple-minded. Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I read into things too deeply till I got lost. Probably I should just forget about it and just do what I feel like, maybe I will be happier this way. I should just stop thinking about all these redundant stuff and get started with studies,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4359983927085384606?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4359983927085384606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4359983927085384606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4359983927085384606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4359983927085384606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/09/heads-spinning.html' title='Head&apos;s spinning'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4989415061102319909</id><published>2010-08-31T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:04:37.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be over soon</title><content type='html'>I froze when I heard, "Who do you miss?"&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the next time I hear similar question it won't be you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish exam is over, I don't wanna study anymore though actually I didn't study much. Just need lots of sleep; it will never be enough though. Skipping lectures is bad, my lecture notes are so empty to the extent that I don't know how to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week it will be over and all the fun will begin :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4989415061102319909?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4989415061102319909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4989415061102319909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4989415061102319909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4989415061102319909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-be-over-soon.html' title='Please be over soon'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8270670618531000768</id><published>2010-08-29T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:59:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am gonna get another maxi :D</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I just feel like blogging nowadays. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with Ken today and I finally came to realise how guys feel when girls are in a shop browsing for clothes and they kinda have nothing much to do at all. At least it is not that bad cos we took turns to look at our stuff and I seriously think guys damn poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there are already so little stores that sell guys clothes. Look around anywhere and mostly are female apparels! And other than that, in stores that have both guys and girls clothings, the percentage of each is so big difference. Guys clothes are like in one corner, freaking poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it ended up with me not intending to get anything and bought so much stuff. I would have bought that pair of heels in New Look if they had my size! It is so freaking pretty and I was thinking I am gonna get a pair of heels that is not black anymore. In the end, there isn't my size at all. I am feeling freaking sad, even like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me getting fatter and fatter, I am like a fat girl beside Ken. His waist is even smaller than mine! FML :( I am comparing myself with a guy like ohmygod. I am worst than a guy. Good thing for now that it will be a whole lot easier to buy clothes since I am fatter now. Good and bad, but I should look at the bright side though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for quite awhile and now I want to get that maxi dress! I think it should be able to fit me and hopes it looks perfectly alright too :D With all the money I am gonna spend on food and clothes, I wonder am I gonna get an iTouch like sooner or later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8270670618531000768?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8270670618531000768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8270670618531000768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8270670618531000768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8270670618531000768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-gonna-get-another-maxi-d.html' title='I am gonna get another maxi :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1454985150186871343</id><published>2010-08-28T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:27:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time it was half a year, now? I wonder.</title><content type='html'>Work is finally over along with all my illnesses too. It is especially tiring to work when you are coughing, having a running nose or a sore throat. Super energy draining! I am so glad that I completed the entire pile of things they gave me the previous week thus I am able to slack a little for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is shopping day! Hahaha, anyway the one who wants to get things is not me. I just want to walk around and most likely I will end up buying something. That's for sure. Else I will be spending a whole lot on food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is totally not just me saying that I am getting fatter okay? Quite a few people around me already said I am getting fatter, but in the better way though. I am totally alright with that as long as they don't get to my tummy. Sadly, some of those fats I gained are stored there :( Coupled with my laziness, I doubt I will do any exercise to get rid of the fats there. Why can't I be hardworking for once?! At least to get rid of those unwanted fats at those unwanted areas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my baby cousins can walk already! It is like once they start to talk kinda, the rest just follows! Although they are twins, they are world apart! I just hope that in the future if I have a kid it will be like the older one. He is a whole lot easier to take care than the smaller one who keeps screaming, crying and running all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt I will study today. Hope I can study on Monday when I meet up with the rest :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1454985150186871343?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1454985150186871343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1454985150186871343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1454985150186871343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1454985150186871343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-time-it-was-half-year-now-i-wonder.html' title='The last time it was half a year, now? I wonder.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-2984996797967433363</id><published>2010-08-21T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:08:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fats Invading :O</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh my hands are like filled with durian smell ~ Hahaha anyway point aside, I think my studying plan is damn failed. I wanted to at least study whatever I can at night everyday after my work + of course my Sundays. A few days later, I just went home after work and chatted on msn before going to sleep. It is like fail to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna die if I don't finish studying. I totally didn't listen for Econs ever since Ms Yang went to Myanmar to teach for two weeks. I need quite some time to absorb boring business subject like Econs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my work now is totally like eat, eat and eat. Darn scary ~ I have like heavy breakfast in the morning nowadays, but today I think is like the worst kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 - Breakfast (Nasi Lemak)&lt;br /&gt;1400 - Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;1600 - Subway&lt;br /&gt;2030 - Steamboat and some other dishes&lt;br /&gt;2130 - Durians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all like damn filling. AHHHH FATS ARE INVADING INTO MY BODY ~ I want to go swim or something but I am packed with work! I am either not working or work damn little after my exam. Time for me to enjoy life and get rid of those fats :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray hard that I will get hardworking to first kickstart with studying and later with exercises hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-2984996797967433363?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/2984996797967433363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=2984996797967433363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/2984996797967433363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/2984996797967433363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/fats-invading-o.html' title='Fats Invading :O'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-2033650278922647410</id><published>2010-08-06T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:31:59.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school</title><content type='html'>It is not really a holiday yet, but still, this is the last week of school already! :D Shopping, presentation and everything. It is great! Best of all, camwhoring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting all the things needed for presentation, Alex and Chermain went on to dye their hair while the three bored girls camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P7318465.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P7318469.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is Alex the astroboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P8028484.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fail gang with David missing ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P8028483.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty girls :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P8028481.jpg" width="338" height="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-2033650278922647410?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/2033650278922647410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=2033650278922647410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/2033650278922647410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/2033650278922647410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last week of school'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7317028231370100077</id><published>2010-08-02T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:15:42.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is supposed to be happy. I quite enjoyed myself but not really as I am preoccupied by some other stuff. I kinda hope everything will be alright soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this week, it is finally time for the long break :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7317028231370100077?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7317028231370100077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7317028231370100077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7317028231370100077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7317028231370100077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-supposed-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5462731005365309472</id><published>2010-08-01T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:47:44.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fats</title><content type='html'>And finally, all the projects are done. I had a good, long sleep of 16 hours (Y)! It feels so great to be feeling refreshed and not like so zombie surviving through the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite random but something just came on my mind. It is not entirely my fault for saying that, "I am getting fatter," or something like that. For someone whose weight only went up by probably 1-2kg in a year suddenly gets heavier like around 2kg in 3 months or something. I do need time to adapt to that shocking fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do admit, I am still skinny and stuff but my tummy is obvious already :O As compared to last time probably. I can't do sit-ups to get rid of my tummy fats due to my back, which is annoying enough. I do know that there are other means to get rid of it but I shall see about that hahaha! I am a pretty lazy person anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyway, I feel so bored right now with all my projects completed. Like suddenly, I have nothing to do. I shall go get myself busy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5462731005365309472?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5462731005365309472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5462731005365309472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5462731005365309472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5462731005365309472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/08/fats.html' title='Fats'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4832059948164893931</id><published>2010-07-24T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:12:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY :D</title><content type='html'>I think my mood has become a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know it is a bad thing to bitch about people but when they really gets annoying and gets on your nerves, we just need to scream it all out right? :D Anyway, though I missed the basketball game with the class, at least I sorta enjoy myself chionging out my CTOS project. It still kinda sucks because we had to figure out all the problems :( Nevertheless, at least we completed it so it is not that bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for today, I laughed for freaking hard! There is like odd number people over there so I am always the one changing different dance partners :O With the normal mass dance moves, we are already having a great laugh. Or probably it is just me. After that we have the exaggerated mass dance. That was even more funny! Like x123798437y89247932 times la. HAHAHA! I think I am a little insane; I laughed at like almost everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to try to shut down my brain and not keep thinking of redundant stuff. Why bother thinking so much when actually there might not be anything at all? Heehee. I should start doing my WDS project like soon. I doubt I have the time to do with all the meetings to practise for the dance ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4832059948164893931?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4832059948164893931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4832059948164893931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4832059948164893931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4832059948164893931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-d.html' title='HAPPY :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1994776333764677952</id><published>2010-07-22T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:53:54.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress.</title><content type='html'>I feel like so stressed up today and seriously, I want everything to be over soon! When someone who used to be so close to you all of a sudden ignores you. Or something similar to that, that feeling just sucks. Coupled with those uncompleted projects due tomorrow and some other stuff, I just hope holidays to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think properly at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1994776333764677952?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1994776333764677952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1994776333764677952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1994776333764677952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1994776333764677952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/07/stress.html' title='Stress.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1213475415342449576</id><published>2010-07-15T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:47:14.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Everything is nothing but a facade.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the cheerful disposition,&lt;br /&gt;Hides the tears and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's true that time heals all wounds,&lt;br /&gt;the ugly scars still remains.&lt;br /&gt;With just a gentle touch,&lt;br /&gt;it is scarred all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1213475415342449576?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1213475415342449576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1213475415342449576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1213475415342449576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1213475415342449576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1579745874130754387</id><published>2010-07-12T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:36:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dimdim :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N2xhCJNXok/TDrtmUhH3_I/AAAAAAAABFM/7lpZm6knc5A/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N2xhCJNXok/TDrtmUhH3_I/AAAAAAAABFM/7lpZm6knc5A/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492963938130190322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha this is so cool :D If all the other CTOS lectures are like that then it will be awesome! Seriously, I wonder who is actually listening to this. The power of technology (L)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lessons for tomorrow but gonna go BA lecture probably and mahjong after that :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is what I am doing while listening to the lecture :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1579745874130754387?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1579745874130754387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1579745874130754387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1579745874130754387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1579745874130754387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/07/dimdim.html' title='dimdim :)'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N2xhCJNXok/TDrtmUhH3_I/AAAAAAAABFM/7lpZm6knc5A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5306056703716819087</id><published>2010-07-12T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:15:46.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploded.</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling where your mind feels heavy and it is exploring from all the things that you can't really think properly? That's how I feel pretty much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will get a whole lot better when August starts. That's when the study break comes in and all the projects have ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5306056703716819087?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5306056703716819087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5306056703716819087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5306056703716819087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5306056703716819087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/07/exploded.html' title='Exploded.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-2723621318339531434</id><published>2010-06-24T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:23:22.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Skill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... is just a facade for English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is just so amazing. With 4/10 as the highest for the grammar section and the best student is of grade C?! D and F is like what the average student is getting. Probably it is just that our paper is the harder one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, Huiwen told me her class has someone getting A and she got a B. Walao, I want to faint la. And their bext grammar student is 8/10. That is like double of what we are getting. We are just so pro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-2723621318339531434?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/2723621318339531434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=2723621318339531434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/2723621318339531434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/2723621318339531434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication-skill.html' title='Communication Skill'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4846231681172200756</id><published>2010-06-18T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:51:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again -.-</title><content type='html'>I am super pissed off now. Totally no holiday mood at all. I would rather stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to some place in Malaysia to relax at some Kampung place. Apparently, my mom spoils my mood like totally by rejecting whatever clothes I wanna bring over and the clothes I wanna wear there. Ah whatever, it will be for a day or two only. I shall just live with it. If she does that to what I wear to school, I confirm go crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, when I showed her that I wearing tanktop, she said it was obiang. What the heck is that la?! Anyway, the thing is I don't have the habit to buy tees and she keeps on choosing tees. She also don't allow me wear black TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things she don't want to wear is like so common like that nobody will think that there is anything wrong with it, at all! Probably some but majority no. And since I don't buy tees, obviously all the clothes she chose is something I won't wear at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going there already. Anyway, I wasn't even excited about going there in the first place. Now is don't feel like at all. Hope I feel a lot better when I am there, else I don't know what to say. Waste of money + time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not too bad afterall,  my mom kinda give way to me a little. I am not that kind that can be pissed off at you and still smile in your face, so obviously my face is freaking black just now. A whole lot better now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4846231681172200756?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4846231681172200756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4846231681172200756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4846231681172200756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4846231681172200756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-again.html' title='Not again -.-'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5206762629989286949</id><published>2010-06-16T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:25:22.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to post this for some time now. Just that, I kept forgetting about it. A kinda failed birthday surprise for Steph in a way hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, Delis and I met at the Sengkang interchange to get the cake and present before heading to Ervin's house. We were all very punctual people and reached around the same time hahaha! Not really all, just that Chermain was late, like she reached some time after we were at Ervin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058421.jpg" height="450" width="338"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And here's zookeeper Alex :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ervin treated us lunch - Pizza hut :D:D But, he was mapling while we were there like almost the entire time :O And after our lunch, we went down to play with the dogs. I was busy running up and down the stairs to fetch all the crap. For a person that don't really exercise it is tiring alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058422.jpg" height="450" width="338"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And her yummy cake. The cake shop person gave us extra candles, but 1 candle holder less. Brilliant idea of Alex to do that (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the candles were lighted, I went down to urge them up but Steph came up before Chermain and Ervin. I don't know what the hell they were trying to do downstairs but they took freaking long! Our attempt to hide the cake was very failed but damn hilarious when she found out. She took freaking long to realise la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058423.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058428.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it is the retarded session! Camwhoring with polar bear and the specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058434.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058433.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058430.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058432.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058431.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058429.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a story that goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058435.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Whose leg could this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058436.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Polar bear came to sniff and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058437.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;... fainted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P6058438.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Taopok time! Can see whose leg it belongs to already? Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5206762629989286949?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5206762629989286949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5206762629989286949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5206762629989286949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5206762629989286949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/06/stephanies-birthday-celebration.html' title='Stephanie&apos;s birthday celebration'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8827735988032826155</id><published>2010-06-05T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:00:04.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My May Days</title><content type='html'>Shall update a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5268410.jpg" height="450" width="338"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Not long ago, there is my aunt's wedding where some people thought I mia-ed to mug for my test. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5268408.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And I was the receptionist along with my mom on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5258406.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;A picture on the day of wedding with my cousins and brother. I was very lazy that day to snap pictures so I shall try remember to get pictures of that day from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5278418.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The day where we went to two outlets of Coffee Club and I have got to travel all the way to Hougang Central to retrieve my lost phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/1.jpg" width="450" height="253"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And lastly, what some of our class people have been doing quite often at night. Just that this was taken in school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8827735988032826155?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8827735988032826155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8827735988032826155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8827735988032826155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8827735988032826155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-may-days.html' title='My May Days'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5339527802986255506</id><published>2010-05-19T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:03:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop - Charger - Battery</title><content type='html'>I have totally no idea what the heck is with my rotten luck today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the morning, I rushed out of the house with the laptop and totally forgot about the charger and the battery. Not really that rush but Weihao was crazily shouting outside my house which makes me panic like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I have been stepped like a total of three times today :( I am so gonna wear heels and step on people instead hmph. Okay la, see my mood tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh actually nothing much. I am just complaining because I have been carrying an extra load of 2++kg without being able to use it at all. Smartest person on Earth don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5339527802986255506?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5339527802986255506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5339527802986255506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5339527802986255506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5339527802986255506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/05/laptop-charger-battery.html' title='Laptop - Charger - Battery'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5506570240070346534</id><published>2010-05-18T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:52:13.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhore day :D</title><content type='html'>Pictures from yesterday ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to study in the library,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148366.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while some others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148375.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148376.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148377.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148371.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148373.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148374.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148369.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148368.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that in the lecture during the break, we continued camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148385.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148386.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148391.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I turned my head and got captured :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P5148393.jpg" height="338" width="450&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5506570240070346534?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5506570240070346534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5506570240070346534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5506570240070346534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5506570240070346534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/05/camwhore-day-d.html' title='Camwhore day :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-89268642052246933</id><published>2010-05-18T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:32:37.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super angry :(</title><content type='html'>I was fuming when I saw that chunk of comment. It is not really directed to me but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of it is just plain pissing me off. People should understand that different people work things differently and not all people is that kind of all work and no play kind. I find absolutely nothing wrong in joking around during discussions as long as something is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, is it even important what we are doing at that point in time? The more important thing is that whether we are listening at all. Please for goodness, some people have this ability of multitasking so we appeared as if we are not listening but actually we are okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume, assume and assume. Do you even think we don't give a damn about our score at all?! If I don't give a damn, why will I be wasting time studying right now? I might as well go work and earn some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, forget it. I just need a place to vent my anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-89268642052246933?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/89268642052246933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=89268642052246933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/89268642052246933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/89268642052246933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-angry.html' title='Super angry :('/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-687450808156538367</id><published>2010-05-14T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:17:25.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emptiness.</title><content type='html'>And suddenly, I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise that ever since then, I always have someone to cling onto emotionally. It just seems that all of a sudden, it is all emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it isn't good to be too used to the idea of having somebody around. Over-reliance is bad. Probably in certain area I am independent but there are times when I miss to have a somebody beside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I doubt I will go around finding someone to make myself comfortable again. I rather get used to being alone. And of course, friends :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-687450808156538367?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/687450808156538367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=687450808156538367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/687450808156538367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/687450808156538367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/05/emptiness.html' title='The Emptiness.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-7032732520159497563</id><published>2010-05-12T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:25:41.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden urge</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging all of a sudden after a long hiatus. Don't ask me why, I have no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I had like totally no mood at all today. Slightly better at the end though. I don't really remember myself being so moodless at all. Something must be so wrong with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes damn fast while I tries to adapt to Poly life. It's quite alright but I do have plenty of things on my mind which is kinda driving me crazy. It is fast to the extent that I was shocked when it was going to be a month of school already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, I am crazily shopping and eating a whole lot which depletes my working money at a freaking fast rate. I wonder how I am gonna survive while waiting for my May pay. But I have got nice pretty clothes so I guess it's alright? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-7032732520159497563?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/7032732520159497563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=7032732520159497563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7032732520159497563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/7032732520159497563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/05/sudden-urge.html' title='A sudden urge'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1700294344002437145</id><published>2010-04-24T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:31:36.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School-less day</title><content type='html'>There is supposed to be a class outing yesterday and I still thought plenty will attend since many others have classes. In the end, we were left with 4 pathetic souls because many are busy and 2 overslept! The 4 pathetic souls are mainly Chermain, Derry, Kendrick and of course me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Dhoby Ghaut through the long circle line way hahaha. Apparently, all of us were late. On top of that, we took the longer way thus we watched at 3+ instead. Date night is indeed very funny, no wonder quite a few people actually watched it more than once! Something I realised yesterday. There was a few angmohs in front of us and the parts we laughed were totally different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool and bowling afterwards. Quite nonsensical and fun! Probably we might ended up playing in Safra often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to meet with the r2 at changi airport. They had already finished their dinner when I arrived so hung around for quite some time before making our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1700294344002437145?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1700294344002437145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1700294344002437145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1700294344002437145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1700294344002437145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-less-day.html' title='School-less day'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-905849614444228607</id><published>2010-04-22T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:51:42.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Secondary life!</title><content type='html'>Earlier on today when I am on my bus on my way to school, there is this stone-like thing that was suddenly "thrown" to me. At first, I thought who the heck was it. Then again, nobody moved or turned around or anything. Then I saw this bug on my shoulder. Damn ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha anyway, I went back to Ngee Ann with Ken today. The feeling of going back to Ngee Ann to walk around and not to study is totally different hahaha! Quite fun actually. I took my cert and met a few teachers before realising actually one of my classmates is also from Ngee Ann. Oh god, we were both like stunned then waved. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the poor Maths Mentoring Program needs more female to help out so I am very nice to render my help. Okay actually is because I heard that they will provide some money for us! Okay lah quite little. But if I free just help and get some money right? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I am loving my class more and more. Especially when I heard more people complaining about their class and on the other hand, my class seems to get more and more bonded. Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee that's about it. After attending for like almost a week, I think I prefer IT more than the business components! I am like more of an IT person lah! I should try my best to stay awake for all the business parts else I think I am gonna score badly :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-905849614444228607?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/905849614444228607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=905849614444228607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/905849614444228607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/905849614444228607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-secondary-life.html' title='I miss Secondary life!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-70412066627385771</id><published>2010-04-18T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:45:41.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopshop</title><content type='html'>I was out with Karmaine and Fish on Saturday. I woke up at 1130 and thought that I might be late ended up Fish and I met Karmaine only at 2. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the flea after all of us arrived and I am kinda sad I didn't find anything I like and ended up with nothing :( I think if I am not wrong both of them got something from there :O Not much food at the flyer and Popeye was freaking crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there was Gelatissimo. The pay there sucks big time but at least we get free gelato when we were there. I am glad the guy still remember both Karmaine and I. Both of us only went there like once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great saver for our tummy which is growling like mad :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we go to Marina Square to makan. Carl's Junior is awesome :D They have got tissue dispenser at every single table (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4148348.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4148352.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I will look with short hair :O Karmaine was like laughing at my hair when she took the picture. Evil :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4148353.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have hair one lo." And I continued by letting down my hair with a super splastic action saying, "See hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4148354.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why someone always love to camwhore alone with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4148349.jpg" height="450" width="338"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around before going to F21 to continue shopping :D:D School is starting already, wanders if there will still be time to be out this often :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-70412066627385771?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/70412066627385771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=70412066627385771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/70412066627385771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/70412066627385771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/shopshop.html' title='Shopshop'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-5501895933149233720</id><published>2010-04-07T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:50:39.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping (L)</title><content type='html'>I was like a headless fly who almost tapped my card and went past the control station not noticing Karmaine and Fish. Karmaine was like ran and tapped me before I managed to get in, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they were like starving so we ate at Tampines before heading off. Seriously, I think Coffee Club should have their membership card made like within a week or something. A month is seriously far too long :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway their food is seriously yum and since those two poor souls were so hungry already so I quickly snapped a few pictures before allowing them to touch their food and drinks hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048329.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048330.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048333.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048335.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048334.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048332.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yummy food and drinks :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later left, feeling very satisfied with our meal and went ahead to Somerset to shop. We went to New Look to take a look and I got stuck at the cashier for I-don't-know-how-long before it is finally done. It was like I passed them my card then the stupid retarded system didn't automatically give me the discount and I wasn't smart enough to notice it earlier so I just paid it with Nets already. Right after that, they realised that I have paid extra and I had totally no idea what they were trying to do. It is freaking long la. I think like around 3 people paid for their things already and I was still stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering couldn't they just pay me the difference in cash or something? And in the end they got their whoever to come and take a look and I was paid with cash in the end. Oh god this is super lame and waste of my time. Pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I super love the white woolly jacket that Fish had gotten. It is so nice lah :( I should have been smart enough to ask them if there was another piece instead of realising like hours later that I could actually do so. Actually, none of us was clever enough to do that at that time. It is not so bad I supposed. At least I got something though I don't really love it as much as what Fish had gotten :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nothing much to mention apart from how pissed I was at that time. We just went on shopping for hours and were all very happy with what we have gotten. Took some pictures at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048338.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048336.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048337.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I wonder what is with those two omg. They both gave me the very diao look :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish left slightly earlier and I took a photo with her in her jacket. Ahh, I wonder when I will see it again :( Maybe I should just get it from her when she doesn't want it anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048343.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P4048345.jpg" height="300" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Freaking lots of failed shots before a decent picture can be taken hahaha! Apparently, both of us can't keep still for too long! I love the first picture with some random guy zooming past us at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. It's bad to go out too often to shop 'cos I think my pay would just disappear without me realising it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-5501895933149233720?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/5501895933149233720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=5501895933149233720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5501895933149233720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/5501895933149233720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/shopping-l.html' title='Shopping (L)'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3713649545299114293</id><published>2010-04-06T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:50:01.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic day</title><content type='html'>Oh god, today is pathetic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valerie was telling me on msn how marvelous that Dim Sum place was and I somehow managed to drag myself out of the house to accompany her to eat. Ended up, she had got no idea where the place is located and I think we spent like quite some time locating the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun was scorching hot and we ended up in a cab which he had bloody no idea where the place was which at first I thought was fine. Anyway her friend said he thinks that it is around Lor 25/27/28 Geylang. The driver never seemed to stop talking and went on and on talking telling us about what food there is at our left and right which obviously we can see. Freaking noisy and we wasted like around $8 going one whole big round and back to the same place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two poor souls then proceeded to 7/11 to have cup noodles as we were starving. The freaking price tag put $1.30 and in the end it was $1.50. We were okay with it when told that the promotion was over. But since we were eating over there, Valerie spotted that the promotion was till like 13 April. Asshole, what a liar please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat 21 back. What a nonsensical day :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3713649545299114293?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3713649545299114293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3713649545299114293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3713649545299114293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3713649545299114293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/pathetic-day.html' title='Pathetic day'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-960971696405467028</id><published>2010-04-05T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:16:40.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restriction -.-</title><content type='html'>Woke out at an ungodly hour of 5.30am and my mom thought I was crazy. For some reason, I am too hungry to get to sleep. I have been surviving pretty well through the day though, thank god.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will have a big headache leaving house when Poly starts. Problem now is not with what kind of clothes we can wear to school but is my mom. I just got said earlier on by her, uncle and aunt about the clothes that I will be wearing to school. I don't find anything wrong with tank + shorts. They are appropriate for school what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how I am gonna go school in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-960971696405467028?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/960971696405467028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=960971696405467028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/960971696405467028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/960971696405467028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/restriction.html' title='Restriction -.-'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8778760816506659853</id><published>2010-04-01T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:38:55.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day :D</title><content type='html'>At last, no more work heehee :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking late for 40 minutes and I had got stocks coming making me so bloody worried. Thank god the cashier helped me to sign the order form and not the manager finding out about it =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that my pair of pathetic shoes could last me till the end of the month and the sole kinda came off yesterday so I need go get a pair. At least all the shoes were at my floor then can just faster get one :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since it is the last day, I took pictures with a few people. I am a lazy pig and super lazy to go around taking :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures before I end this post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3288325.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3288326.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3288328.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8778760816506659853?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8778760816506659853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8778760816506659853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8778760816506659853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8778760816506659853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-last-no-more-work-heehee-d-i-was.html' title='Last day :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-127123979335465237</id><published>2010-03-30T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:09:25.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go shopping :D</title><content type='html'>YAY! I get my pay already :D:D:D The sales is so freaking bad that I earn like an average of $1 commission per day. Fucking pathetic :( And CPF eats up my money! Left with a teeny weeny bit now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehee, I am in a super chirpy mood today. It is like one of the few rare days where I have things to do and time passed super fast! Although it is irritating that the price tags are almost all pasted wrongly, at least I spent like quite some time changing them one by one. My eyes had gone blurred already man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was nonsense. I was laughing throughout the entire thing and we were like questioning each other stuff. Damn hilarious :D Lala, hope tomorrow will be busy too or else I will be freaking sian :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-127123979335465237?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/127123979335465237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=127123979335465237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/127123979335465237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/127123979335465237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-go-shopping-d.html' title='I want to go shopping :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-3997959958931690958</id><published>2010-03-29T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:12:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out after work :D</title><content type='html'>Thanks to working almost every single day and that I have a super pathetic memory, I have no idea when this actually happened. But I do know this happened someday this week. Oh wait, it is Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find Ada, Weihao, Ernest and Hongyang after work. After Ada shopped for what she wanted to get, we walked around and ended up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3158324-1.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;They are trying to camouflage me but failed terribly :O The wall is too shiny lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around aimlessly till Liujing ended work before we went to 313 to have our dinner. And after which went to eat shaved ice or whatever that is which is yum! I don't know why everyone chose the Yakult one but I still love the lavender flavoured one which I shared with Ada! Damn nice (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/26028_365201332713_585882713_356778.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/26028_365201337713_585882713_356778.jpg" height="300" width="225"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I can't remember the exact conversation after we took the one on the left and one of us said something about my eyes like never open so on the second try I tried to open my eye :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/26028_365201357713_585882713_356778.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to just go and eat my food now and get to sleep or something or tomorrow I am gonna be freaking tired! And not to forget, I love going out with Ada though I will feel short beside her :( HAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-3997959958931690958?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/3997959958931690958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=3997959958931690958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3997959958931690958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/3997959958931690958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-after-work-d.html' title='Out after work :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-1220835485091952409</id><published>2010-03-26T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:51:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny voice creeps me!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I can't really remember when, I had this urge to go and slap one of the customers. She didn't do anything to me but it is just her. The minute I heard her voice I just got so irritated! She took one shoes and like, "So ugly!" In her freaking whiny voice that gave me goosebumps. Then she goes on commenting about how stupid the names of the brands are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, I wonder why did I even waste my energy to get mad at this kind of people. She is freaking arrogant and I am so glad she left after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was this day which for some reason I got the urge to go shop. I have totally no idea what I wanna get but I just want to get something. I just left house slightly earlier to walk around before going to work. I ended up with shopping loots and a freaking $50 membership card :O They gave freebies so I was like anything I need to work already and so I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was quite happy with whatever I have gotten and had been in a ridiculous happy mood that day :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few more days and I will be kind of ending work + getting pay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-1220835485091952409?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/1220835485091952409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=1220835485091952409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1220835485091952409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/1220835485091952409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/whiny-voice-creeps-me.html' title='Whiny voice creeps me!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6930202678268219515</id><published>2010-03-22T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:44:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs a life :O</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks my day offs are like going out and is seriously kind of tiring since I have work the next day. Finally a day where I can just stay at home, do nothing and relax for awhile. Anyway the Robinsons boss is coming down so it is safer to siam hahaha! Nah, it is just that I am not feeling well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I am not really looking forward to class gathering as much unless more girls are coming. Probably I am just too tired from working since I have been working like almost everyday. Damn no life I know :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I shall stop working at end March and maybe once or twice a week during April. At least in this way I have time to enjoy myself before the school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6930202678268219515?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6930202678268219515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6930202678268219515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6930202678268219515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6930202678268219515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/needs-life-o.html' title='Needs a life :O'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-8602998493322034987</id><published>2010-03-18T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:25:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up</title><content type='html'>Samantha and Jocelyn were very bad yesterday. I specially went to find them after work and they actually laughed at what I was wearing :( I came to find them right after work leh! Anyway I was like entirely black and what else can I wear sia, that's their uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went ahead to Pastamania to have some food. I told them that I still have got food at home so I am gonna eat a little at there with them and in the end I shared with both Karmaine and Samantha. Hahaha, I am so greedy :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging around for awhile we went back home and took some pictures while waiting for a certain shop to finish counting their cash so that Karmaine could go in and buy her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3158323.jpg" height="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3158324.jpg" height="338" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-8602998493322034987?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/8602998493322034987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=8602998493322034987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8602998493322034987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/8602998493322034987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/samantha-and-jocelyn-were-very-bad.html' title='Meeting up'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-510816168274928770</id><published>2010-03-14T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:06:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HCL gathering :D</title><content type='html'>I don't really have any idea who organised this but damn imba man! Almost the entire HCL class went, including those that dropouts =x Whatever, I just realised for some reason, all are like JC people and they kept having their JC talks. Oh god, I pity myself :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing. The guys are in the kitchen preparing a whole lot of food for us :D Seaweed chickens, soup and some other stuff. Not bad sia, the girls all sitting there chatting macham waiting to be served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin lao shi house is damn artistic! There is like no sofa no tv in the living room, not the normal kind of house. I don't know how to say but in short, it is fucking chio. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I can survive in a house without tv though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that she doesn't have tv, she has this small one in her room. I am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, many went to play murderer ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3128314.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, we took group picture with some with one having the intention not to smile and her husband said, "Smile leh," then everyone burst into laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3128315.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3128316.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trying not to laugh ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3128317.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu136/lovehatecrap/P3128318.jpg" height="338" width="450"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And home we goes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-510816168274928770?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/510816168274928770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=510816168274928770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/510816168274928770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/510816168274928770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/hcl-gathering-d.html' title='HCL gathering :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6522289129637828230</id><published>2010-03-13T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:45:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on it goes..</title><content type='html'>I just realised how I hated to be nagged at, or probably I should say it has been real long since someone nagged at me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is, my parents do not nag at all. They just do not have this habit that almost every parent has. This is probably why I am not used to the constant ranting I received when I got nagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, if I don't think I am in the wrong, I will get even more pissed off. Just for that moment though. I think horoscope prediction is quite accurate in my point of view. For me, I am someone that won't utter much even when I am unhappy about it though it can be seen from my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will prefer someone to just instruct me or tell me something briefly. Short and sweet. Else it will kind of pissed me off. Anyway, I know there is no ill-intention on her side but still.. It is just that moment that I will be unhappy about it. Maybe it is because I am seriously not used to being nagged at!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow there will be a gathering sorta thing for HCL people :D I know I am an ex-HCL student but that still doesn't matter right? :D I really have been some times since I met up with some people after graduating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a blackberry with data plan!!! Oh god, how I wish I can go online whenever I can instead of trying to connect using wifi with my pathetic phone that keep disconnecting for some reason :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6522289129637828230?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6522289129637828230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6522289129637828230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6522289129637828230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6522289129637828230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-and-on-it-goes.html' title='On and on it goes..'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-6125970470487738209</id><published>2010-03-13T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:32:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved :(</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to ask my mom about the soft toys on my bed, only to remember yesterday. I always thought she kept some of them away somewhere because there is really a whole lot on my bed!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me she threw them away :( I am feeling very sad and all of those are presents from people! I am only left with like a few now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is broken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-6125970470487738209?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/6125970470487738209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=6125970470487738209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6125970470487738209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/6125970470487738209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-beloved.html' title='My beloved :('/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877083206902311091.post-4703373305614654236</id><published>2010-03-02T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:20:16.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noobie Legs :(</title><content type='html'>God oh god. My legs totally can't make it at all :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One told me I will get used by one week while another told me I will get used to it by a month. Crazy, if I only get used to it just before I quit, what is the use? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the aunties there are very nice. They will provide me food when I got hungry, like some biscuits or whatever they managed to smuggle into the storeroom. We have got to hide in our storeroom to eat, like so poor thing la! Get caught = die :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will tell me who are the scary people to watch out for and to act guai in front of them. Although I don't really look out for them and get scolded for quite a few things. Like putting my hands in the pockets, and airing my feet hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, after standing 8 hours then I still got to continue standing on the way back home. Fucktard. I better get used to it soon else I will be grumbling to them everyday :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877083206902311091-4703373305614654236?l=lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/feeds/4703373305614654236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1877083206902311091&amp;postID=4703373305614654236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4703373305614654236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877083206902311091/posts/default/4703373305614654236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehate-intoxication.blogspot.com/2010/03/noobie-legs.html' title='Noobie Legs :('/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05040724420493418070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
