<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021</id><updated>2009-12-01T14:56:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping is the new cardio.</title><subtitle type='html'>smile always.. cos you never knows who is falling in love with your smile. smiling is the cheapest way to make yourself more beautiful. instant results guaranteed. whether u smile or u frown, the day goes on as it is. so why not make life easier for yourself? be optimistic.. the cup is always half full. the situation doesn't change but just the perspective from which u view it. i prefer to do things the sunshine way. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>496</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-2629133430480336703</id><published>2007-01-20T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my little and not-so-little fellows</title><content type='html'>(sending recent pics of pebs to collin over msn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min: i love my dog!&lt;br /&gt;M: i love you too! heh.&lt;br /&gt;collin: papa luv u too&lt;br /&gt;M: haha. i dont want papa to love me.&lt;br /&gt;M: i want my bf to love me.&lt;br /&gt;C: okok i luv u&lt;br /&gt;C: y u so notti&lt;br /&gt;M: haha, cause today is 80th monniversary mah&lt;br /&gt;C: haha ok, luv luv ok&lt;br /&gt;M: haha. damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;M: this is the grossiest convo we had in years&lt;br /&gt;C: u oso tink so&lt;br /&gt;M: haha i mean its sweettt&lt;br /&gt;M: haha&lt;br /&gt;C: yup&lt;br /&gt;M: very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;M: too sweet. haha&lt;br /&gt;M: but i like it!&lt;br /&gt;C: how come e transfer so slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urps. Rapid change of topic. I think my relationship is stagnant-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Like it wasn't since 70 months ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I last checked that Collin is happy with the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. That fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the other lil fellow I loveee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RbD7bRLjCOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9Y8GVy805hQ/s1600-h/pebs%E5%96%9C%E6%80%92%E5%93%80%E4%B9%90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021790030404978914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RbD7bRLjCOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9Y8GVy805hQ/s400/pebs%E5%96%9C%E6%80%92%E5%93%80%E4%B9%90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I love her to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-2629133430480336703?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2629133430480336703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=2629133430480336703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/2629133430480336703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/2629133430480336703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-little-and-not-so-little-fellows.html' title='my little and not-so-little fellows'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RbD7bRLjCOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9Y8GVy805hQ/s72-c/pebs%E5%96%9C%E6%80%92%E5%93%80%E4%B9%90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-3710433235669546346</id><published>2007-02-02T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:37:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/02 gathering: 21 Jan 2007, Settler's Cafe, Clarke Quay</title><content type='html'>Huiling and the twins finally came back from Germany and New Zealand after a one whole longggg semester. And yours truly, being the event organiser in training (and possibly the one and only organiser in 26/02), took it upon myself to whip up a gathering. Heh. Truth is, I miss these people. They are like some kind of soft drug that you have to take every so once in a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME BACK DARLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling is obviously still in her own realm, missing Germany badly. I could empathise with that. But I like how Chaochia put it - it was good memories but there are more to come. That's CC, a borned optimist. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone's doing good. Pf did what he did best, happily MIA the whole freaking night. (Hello dude?) Sindy darling is the WOMAN! Got into SIA on her 1st try!!! Go go gooooo! (My sis was asking you to be more alert and careful. You know how it is like when you put a bunch of girls together. *grrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settler's fun, especially with the wonky-as-usual guys. They never grow up, don't they? We must have totally freaked out the staff. We are LOUDDD and really LOUDDDDDD the entire night!!! And kept asking to change games. Haha. "Psyche-out" was fun though and look! We got Choon Kee and Alvin have longgg passionate kiss. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos are leeched from Huiling's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblACfDHI/AAAAAAAAABU/xvh0oIiG-PY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026821562810961010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblACfDHI/AAAAAAAAABU/xvh0oIiG-PY/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblQCfDII/AAAAAAAAABc/leKCHFajBzs/s1600-h/collage2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026821567105928322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblQCfDII/AAAAAAAAABc/leKCHFajBzs/s400/collage2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblgCfDJI/AAAAAAAAABk/uUv1MSSjOGE/s1600-h/collage4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026821571400895634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblgCfDJI/AAAAAAAAABk/uUv1MSSjOGE/s400/collage4-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till we meet again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-3710433235669546346?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3710433235669546346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=3710433235669546346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/3710433235669546346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/3710433235669546346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/2602-gathering-21-jan-2007-settlers.html' title='26/02 gathering: 21 Jan 2007, Settler&apos;s Cafe, Clarke Quay'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bKTvYixl6to/RcLblACfDHI/AAAAAAAAABU/xvh0oIiG-PY/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-2766382435860870161</id><published>2007-04-16T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:01:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted.</title><content type='html'>I have shifted (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://organisedchaoss.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://organisedchaoss.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love,&lt;br /&gt;Min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-2766382435860870161?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2766382435860870161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=2766382435860870161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/2766382435860870161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/2766382435860870161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/shifted.html' title='Shifted.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-4944786066526739058</id><published>2007-02-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:23:36.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting in progress.</title><content type='html'>Is your lunar sign OXXX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some taiwan variety show, this coming new year will be a great year for us to shift houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember they stated a few numbers which is good to have in our (i am talking about the oxen here) house/unit number. But I only remember 7 being one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double yay! 'Cause my house-number-to-be is 177.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 7 happens to be the favourite number of both me and my daddyyyy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a great time to shift, I've finally decided to move my blogggg too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new blog address, &lt;a href="http://carpe-diem7.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://carpe-diem7.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; but it is still under construction so pardon the bare-ness. Let's hope I blog more often when the blog is truly up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple yay for nothing! Just feeling happy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-4944786066526739058?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4944786066526739058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=4944786066526739058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/4944786066526739058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/4944786066526739058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/shifting-in-progress.html' title='Shifting in progress.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-233083369210435315</id><published>2007-02-09T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:12:30.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Pendulum no more.</title><content type='html'>These days, I am a walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts sway like a pendulum. Some days I feel strongly that I should go for honours, others I feel like throwing in the towel and want to just freaking stop being such a IN CASE person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it dawned upon me that perhaps I shouldn't give it TOO much of a thought and just let nature takes it course. I supposed the answer will be apparent when the time comes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-233083369210435315?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/233083369210435315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=233083369210435315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/233083369210435315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/233083369210435315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/pendulum-no-more.html' title='Pendulum no more.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-7062960539281193289</id><published>2007-01-15T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T03:21:31.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change me inside out!</title><content type='html'>Number of times I wanted to blog in the past week: 547&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to blog, trust me! Collin thinks I lack self-discipline (which I agree, oh wells) and totally condemns me for that. But things are just beyond me sometimes (like my cranky stone age printer which takes 3 minutes to print out a single page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I need to change I know. Let that be the new year resolution!&lt;br /&gt;(Friends who are giving the what's-new look now, gotcha! Gimme a teeny weeny &lt;strike&gt;2nd 3rd 4th&lt;/strike&gt; another chance please! Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also fickle and the consequence of this "fickleness" is that I am taking 6 modules this semester, just IN CASE I want to go for honours. Madness you think! Especially in the sea of all these level 3000 and 4000 modules. Blah. I think you guys will be seeing me less than you did last semester. (I know most of you aren't seeing me around last semester already.) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qimin needs to charge onnnnnnn here! Have I ever mentioned that there are some people in my department who are so smart that I hold my breath when they speak? They say things so intellectual (and so intellectually) that I feel like I have nothing clever to chip in. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I am so looking forward to honours year. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-7062960539281193289?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7062960539281193289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=7062960539281193289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/7062960539281193289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/7062960539281193289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-me-inside-out.html' title='Change me inside out!'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-3005394188059684567</id><published>2007-01-08T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:20:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is it.</title><content type='html'>This post to commemorate the first day of my last semester in NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 years sure fly by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-3005394188059684567?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3005394188059684567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=3005394188059684567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/3005394188059684567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/3005394188059684567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-this-is-it.html' title='And this is it.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-5500550894144828323</id><published>2007-01-04T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:46:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad.</title><content type='html'>Boo. My pretty heels (see below) gave way after a mere 2 hours of wear. Cobbler refunded me the bucks and told me there is nothing he can do. Boo. Anyone with a good cobbler to recommend? I really love them. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-5500550894144828323?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5500550894144828323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=5500550894144828323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/5500550894144828323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/5500550894144828323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad.html' title='Sad.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116780544641910685</id><published>2007-01-03T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:26:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy today because..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5451/558/1600/11563/myprettyshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5451/558/200/829522/myprettyshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I just collected my pretty heels from the cobbler! I got these floral shoes from my last Hong Kong trip but one of the supporting bases gave way just after one wear. (It happens to be the most expensive of the loots I bought back. *TMD but it's all good now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time blogging from the iCell wireless network that IDA recently built around our lil town. Cool stuff! If only my laptop battery lasts me longer than 1 hour. Urg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year lovelies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to entertain a very bored Collin nowwwww. :)&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116780544641910685?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116780544641910685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116780544641910685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116780544641910685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116780544641910685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-happy-today-because.html' title='I am happy today because..'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116754510838920369</id><published>2006-12-31T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:12:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2006, Hello 2007!! :)</title><content type='html'>Dear Sissy Bird,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perplexed. What are the odds that a mouthful of vodka can cause a mild case of rashes on my arms? Or am I just allergic to alcohol? (Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Billabong Poh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It was just a mouthful of vodka and a mug of beer. I think I s*ck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. And this will be the last post of 2006. A jolly good farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there must have been some milestones this year.&lt;br /&gt;But not too many great ones I must say. And none too worthy to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I am only glad this year is over, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Sindy darling yesterday and the catching up session winded up at St James for some reason. I am not much of a night life person but I know better than to wear Havaianas to places like these. Blah, that's how unexpected it is. But it was fun, with Sissssy around!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND YES BABE, I FEEL SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUUU!!! *wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked what do I like to do. Offhand, I always do not have the right answer. I replied "shopping?" anyhow. I must have sound like some kind of bimbo but that's what I do anyway right - shop offline, shop online and even manages my own online shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the same person went on to ask what do I like to do &lt;u&gt;at night&lt;/u&gt;. So as usual, without the right answer offhand, I go "I don't have much of a night life". Immediately I realised how wrong that sounds - too brutally honest. Maybe something along the line of "I am not so much of a night life person" will be good. Both of which is true but the latter sounds way better. Blah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "what do you like to do" is one of the most difficult question ever. (Or is it just me?) Tag me!! and tell me what do you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my attempt during my DDB days (really cliche but this is the profile section for the blog alright so gimme a breakie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The question that people love to ask, "What are your interests?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cliché and over raised, it still catches me off guard each time and I do not have an answer to that. I don’t sing. I hardly dance. I don’t draw well. There ain’t a particular sport I subscribe to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But yes, I love being active. I would love to try a bit of everything. If I can choose, I would love to be Little Miss Sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am a girly person, not as in pink and cuddly soft toys, but shopping (oh glorious shopping!). And this is where I develop my strong sense of what’s nice, what’s not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I adore meeting people, and love myself better when I open up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It’s not the interests that define me. It’s who I am - not what I do - and that will be for you to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shudder a lil) But that was like my best attempt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come that very last 10 seconds of this year, 2007 will be started on a clean slate! For a lot of my girly peers, 2007 should be quite a year with all that graduation going on. I'm praying it'll be a greatt one for all of us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I've been thinking alot about my career (or job) options after graduation (which is like in 5 months time). I still see myself wanting an events job, and at the same time, considering the upcoming SIA interview real hard. The contigency plan has always been the recruit agency job which my agent once offered (though I don't know if the offer still holds), not exactly something of my interest but definitely a ground where I can start building my network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th option: Heh. This don't really count. But my dad has offered to invest in my "fashion" business, i.e. Little Red Heels, if I am interested to expand it beyond. I appreciate that. We'll see but I doubt so. LRH is a shared interest of Xiang and I, possibly sustainable but I am not too sure if this is what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this interest (events) vs money (SIA, recruit) vs exposure (SIA) thing right now. I think I should start scrutinising the recruitment pages to widen my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go goooo!! Have fun tonightttttt!!&lt;br /&gt;It's the NEW YEARRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116754510838920369?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116754510838920369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116754510838920369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116754510838920369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116754510838920369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-2006-hello-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2006, Hello 2007!! :)'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116650377097962056</id><published>2006-12-19T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:49:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vi lo? Vair lo?</title><content type='html'>All the hype about Vivo City has kind of mess me up a lil. Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train dressed up with Velocity advert (yes, that new mall in Novena).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Vi - lo - city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Hmmm...) V - air - lo - city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, velocity! (as in the correct pronunciation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin: (-_-") it never occur to you as velocity right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *grinning wider than a cheshire cat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I am not exactly the brightest spark in Physics after all (if AT ALL).&lt;br /&gt;I think Jae (my JC physics teacher) will be depressed to know this. Urpsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116650377097962056?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116650377097962056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116650377097962056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116650377097962056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116650377097962056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/vi-lo-vair-lo.html' title='Vi lo? Vair lo?'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116637908057476255</id><published>2006-12-18T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T02:11:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospection.</title><content type='html'>I remember something from my JC physics class - Inertia. So I did a simple google for it and this is what turns out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Newton's first law of motion is often stated as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In an isolated system, a body at rest tends to remain at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I realised from there,&lt;br /&gt;here's the problem with me: I tend to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rectify this, i.e. to start moving forward and make up for lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unbalanced force have to come from within.&lt;br /&gt;The drive to do well, to excel, to have faith, to believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when was it that I stop believing that I am as big as I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it with the bad 'A' levels grades that cause me to end up 'almost nowhere' (my subjective expression of this term most probably differs from yours)?&lt;br /&gt;Was it with the start of bad complexion days?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the less than happy life in NUS?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the sudden onsurge of fits that happened this year, especially the one during THE internship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know and I guess it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;But I do remember how I truly used to love myself for everything that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Egotistical you might say. But that was peace from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There must be a problem when people around you seem to hold more faith in you than you in yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost certain I've lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Something intangible and invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Something positive that had people coming up to me saying that they always knew or know I will make it one day.&lt;br /&gt;Something wonderful that had people thinking that I bring laughter whenever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that optimist in me?&lt;br /&gt;Overtaken by the realist I presume.&lt;br /&gt;This has to be reverted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by no means condescending, but it's more like.. for the self.&lt;br /&gt;I think they call this confidence.&lt;br /&gt;And I am piecing back the parts which I've allowed to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116637908057476255?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116637908057476255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116637908057476255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116637908057476255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116637908057476255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/retrospection.html' title='Retrospection.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116637453290688384</id><published>2006-12-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:55:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5451/558/1600/722856/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5451/558/320/542941/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who stole the chicken drumstick from the table and had the atrocity to growl at me when I tried to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me a bad pet owner who spends too little time playing fetch with the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who nags (and nags and nags and nags) but is equally endearing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me a bad girlfriend who takes advantage of having a good boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116637453290688384?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116637453290688384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116637453290688384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116637453290688384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116637453290688384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-something-about-life.html' title='There&apos;s something about life.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116629435813298788</id><published>2006-12-17T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:39:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on.</title><content type='html'>Life's what-ifs drive me crazy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just gotta breathe and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I don't have the guts to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the guts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116629435813298788?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116629435813298788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116629435813298788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116629435813298788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116629435813298788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116629394697257619</id><published>2006-12-17T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:32:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life like this..</title><content type='html'>So I updated my internet explorer and now I am staring at this rather foreign looking layout that will require much getting use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how life is. Get shit thrown at you. Dwell in the shit hole for a while. And you move on (or get use to the stinky mess). Who knows, you’ll probably end up better off than before. (Of course, it could be worse, but it is always better to be optimistic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am making some sense. I’ve been talking a lot (like A L O T) ever since exams ended. That’s what five months of NUS do to you. This semester has been the craziest ever. I am just glad it is OVER and I finally emerged from the cave! *phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicating my entire hols meeting up with random people and cliques, to Little Red Heels and to Collin (who is equally jobless but is freer than me, and that my jobless status is deliberate but not so much for him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the life of a student, minus the studying, plus the company of great school mates (the latter is questionable in my context but we save that for offline). I shall lead myself into believing that graduation is still miles away. *lalalalalaa (hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my dad can really be comical sometimes. Earlier on, he called me on my mobile asking me to return home earlier. Apparently, he and my mum shared a crab and took a canned drink each. Then according to him, my mum started to turn red and he began to feel giddy and wobbly all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny having your parents tell you such things. I was laughing all over, rather than feeling concerned. I arrived home to my sleeping parents and realised they finished the canned longan sakae my sis bought from Japan. Heh. Cute. So I see why none of my siblings are great drinkers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t upload pictures for a while. Here’s just one from my gathering with my lovely childhood mates yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5451/558/320/788763/CIMG8026b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are one of those really few people where you know you can totally let your guard down and speak from the heart. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116629394697257619?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116629394697257619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116629394697257619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116629394697257619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116629394697257619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-like-this.html' title='Life like this..'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116511992902412538</id><published>2006-12-03T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:30:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hindsight..</title><content type='html'>I hate being preachy, as much as I mean every word I say. But somehow, I feel whatever said becomes meaningless and perhaps, seemingly superficial when no physical effort actually takes place on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line when you claim that you have no time. It could very well be an excuse, as much as it is a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to say I am one of those who always claim the lack of time; bore down by the zillion and one commitments that I enjoy (like &lt;a href="http://littleredheels.livejournal.com"&gt;Little Red Heels&lt;/a&gt;) and truly dread (like school, duh). Maybe it is just something people, including me, say to mask their lack of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any advanced new year resolution to make, I say I'll try to make time as far as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'mas is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Take this opportunity to shower your very loved ones some tender loving erm, looove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116511992902412538?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116511992902412538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116511992902412538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116511992902412538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116511992902412538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-hindsight.html' title='On hindsight..'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116505519797234692</id><published>2006-12-02T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:07:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO MORE DAYS.</title><content type='html'>The whole world is having fun and I am still coop up at home with a hell lot of stuff to catch up. 2 more days.. just 2 more days. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a genius, you know. I study in 1 day what people study for 3 months. Genius indeed. Can someone remind me THIS is the reason why I should be good next semester? (Then again, that's what I tell myself at the end of every semester but I never learn. Bloody hell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my black FCUK tee for exams today and it reads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fcuk on holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of course is one helluva contradiction! I was really tempted to scribble an "(almost)" before the "on" but better still, a "(yeah right!)" at the end of the whole phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chants: &lt;em&gt;2 more days. 2 more days. 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want 2006 to end and cross my fings' hard that 2007 will be a better one for me. Too much surprises this year that I can barely cope. But hey, I survived. (But no more surprises please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the books. &lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Friends, I will come out of my shell when exams are over. Love.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116505519797234692?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116505519797234692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116505519797234692' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116505519797234692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116505519797234692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-more-days.html' title='TWO MORE DAYS.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116452282618010599</id><published>2006-11-26T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:33:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preachy and maybe meaningless. but i mean it.</title><content type='html'>A deep hug to all my friends who are having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know it all but I do have my share of difficult periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwell on it for while, pick yourself up, and get your act together.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we are all made for greater things.&lt;br /&gt;Why ponder over the what-if when you ain’t even sure if it will come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live the moment. Indulge, but do so purposefully.&lt;br /&gt;Live for yourself. Love yourself, 'cause that's the only way you can start loving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not always here. Life's such.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will be there when you call upon me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116452282618010599?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116452282618010599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116452282618010599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116452282618010599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116452282618010599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/preachy-and-maybe-meaningless-but-i.html' title='preachy and maybe meaningless. but i mean it.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116444094787434075</id><published>2006-11-25T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:56:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am moving (like finally)!</title><content type='html'>My LA trip next year is cancelled but I am not complaining. Nope, not even a tiny weeny bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I AM MOVINGGGG!!!!! *hops around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 21 years, I'm gonna have a room of my own. Something some (or most) of you probably took for granted. Heh. But it's terribly exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for exams to be over so I can start scouting around for pretty furniture pieces. How cool is that!! Lalalaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, if you guys know me, I ain't moving too far from where I already am. Heh. (My parents have the tendency to always buy houses that are 1) opposite the current unit or 2) opposite the road.) The new place will still be around the area but is nearer to TK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! *hops hops around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116444094787434075?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116444094787434075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116444094787434075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116444094787434075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116444094787434075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-moving-like-finally.html' title='I am moving (like finally)!'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116287903494412547</id><published>2006-11-07T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:57:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Added: I am always LATEEEE.</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored. Bored from all the many many things I have to do. Here's Min, the procastinator at work!! Lalala. Ripped this from Sindy's blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the following words that are true about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green!&lt;/span&gt; the things you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;3. add one thing true about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lens. (Lasik them!)&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been in a threesome. (something I will only think about this lifetime I suppose, heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes. (like really mild ones lar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. (Not everywhere, but I have a scissors and penknife in my pencil box most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now. (more never hurts!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really really fast/unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair. (and messy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have worn&lt;/strong&gt; fake hair/&lt;strong&gt;fingernails&lt;/strong&gt;/eyelashes&lt;strong&gt; in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;way I look. (Can always be better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent. (It's so hidden I don't know it myself *woah*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. (ageing taking its toll on me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have alot of friends. (It's quality, not quantity!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am unclear of something.&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love to shop. (like DUH!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything. ('m allergic to Bactrim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn. (definitely!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant past or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am happy at this moment! (school screws things up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;Democrat. (More like feminist!)&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time. (blah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument. (I miss my french horn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I worked at MacDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers more than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle. (I can!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongues in waves, much like a snakes slithers. (That's Ting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet. (Don't diet.)&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distraction. (I tend to let myself immerse in them for a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person I work with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or &lt;strong&gt;know what cosplaying&lt;/strong&gt; is I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I only clean my room when necessary. (I wish. I only clean my room when I am in 'da mood.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like a person of the same sex. (i love my gfs.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden an elephant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love chocolates&lt;/strong&gt; and crowns! (what's with crowns?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I go to school NOT for the sake of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can't ride a bicycle. (that's MQ!)&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm the only person crazy enough to do this at 230 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I feel crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love tomatoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like peanut butter on bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Been told "You're on fire!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm a netballer.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;I think the word 'RASPBERRY' is sexaaay!&lt;br /&gt;I love to look at people's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cross my eyes n stick out my tongue n still look cute.&lt;br /&gt;Gaining weight is a wonderful thing. (urg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a PRO...procrastinator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a corporate chick.&lt;br /&gt;I love soft-toys and I think I'm going to have a roomful of them nxt time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I cannot miss a day of workout.&lt;br /&gt;I have dimples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always LATEEEE. (boo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116287903494412547?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116287903494412547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116287903494412547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116287903494412547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116287903494412547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/added-i-am-always-lateeee.html' title='Added: I am always LATEEEE.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116260133761980806</id><published>2006-11-04T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:48:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500th post.</title><content type='html'>Hey loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I don’t want to blog. But there is nothing for me to blog about anyway. Sure, I can blog about day to day stuffs. Maybe I can talk about some interesting bits like how I’ve spilled this whole cup of lemon tea on myself (and my entire bag) at pastamania a few days back *urg*. Not that interesting either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, craps. I’ll blog nonetheless today, for those who miss me. Like Ting (shout out: just come for our coming Thursday gathering and you will get a few hours overdose of me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have just reached the stage of transcendence. Like I can walk away feeling slightly perturb by some things that will use to totally irk me and made me want to murder someone. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I know I am still human because…&lt;br /&gt;- I keep people waiting for me but gets really impatient when it’s the other way round. (Patience a virtue I know; a virtue I am trying to cultivate, with much difficulty. So is punctuality. Goodness, let’s not start on this.)&lt;br /&gt;- For some (or no) reason, my heart stops and then starts pounding frantically for a while when I see a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;- I get tired like all the time. I need m o r e s l e e p.&lt;br /&gt;- I am always hungry and eat a hell lot nowadays. I need to go for stomach stapling (ok, I am exaggerating). I need to exercise and jiggle some fats.&lt;br /&gt;- I need to be showered with love and care. And I think &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; really does so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the more interesting bit this week was getting myself a xxxx strip yesterday. Ouch, you think. It wasn’t on impulse. It was something I always wanted to try and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it could be. Heh. Girlfriends, ask me more if you are interested! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be back to blog when I have some inspirations. This entry don’t make much sense, but at least it serves its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is my 500th post. Anyone knows what happens after this? Will the 501th post override my very 1st?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116260133761980806?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116260133761980806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116260133761980806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116260133761980806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116260133761980806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/500th-post.html' title='500th post.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116109188347763127</id><published>2006-10-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:36:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the demon within.</title><content type='html'>And it happened all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I supposed I've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be good from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing strong, always will be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's pics from a gathering-cum-"jewellery-workshop" sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/ilurvetoshop/LRH1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys soon!! Got new stuffs to pass to Geo (&lt;a href="http://littleredheels.livejournal.com/6522.html#cutid1"&gt;Shimmer Solace&lt;/a&gt;) and Meiqi's friend (&lt;a href="http://littleredheels.livejournal.com/5822.html#cutid1"&gt;Goldilock&lt;/a&gt;). Oh, I just realised everyone in UG ('cept Meng of course) have at least one piece of &lt;a href="http://littleredheels.livejournal.com"&gt;Little Red Heels&lt;/a&gt;. Whee~ I love you guys!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116109188347763127?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116109188347763127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116109188347763127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116109188347763127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116109188347763127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/fighting-demon-within.html' title='Fighting the demon within.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116089860303533520</id><published>2006-10-15T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:59:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random picture post</title><content type='html'>I have a test tmr and I can't seem to concentrate on doing what I have to do!! Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL, I WILL, I MUST &lt;strong&gt;STUDY &lt;/strong&gt;AFTER I POST THIS UP! HMPH! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I finally got my messy tresses chopped!! Alright I mean trimmed really.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am gonna have long longgg hair so the helmet (mushroom, watever) goes awayyyy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/ilurvetoshop/cimg1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pebs at Sentosa (again)!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She grew so &lt;strike&gt;big&lt;/strike&gt; longgg already but is still my little baby nonetheless!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/ilurvetoshop/cimg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/ilurvetoshop/cimg3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My lovely partner at &lt;a href="http://littleredheels.livejournal.com"&gt;Little Red Heels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. I swear we don't know what we want to achieve from this.&lt;br /&gt;But we just want to do this and hell, we love doing it! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok!! Gratified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OFF TO &lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! :))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116089860303533520?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116089860303533520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116089860303533520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116089860303533520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116089860303533520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-picture-post.html' title='A random picture post'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116041862633172558</id><published>2006-10-10T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:52:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Today.</title><content type='html'>Random niceties made my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like getting a good grade and very positive remarks for a certain silly assignment. I say s-i-l-l-y because it makes up a mere 2-pathetic-% of our final grade, and the lecturer calls it “reaction” paper but yet demands references from us. Still, yep, that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like witnessing a really pretty sunset with a peach-orange sun in full view on my way home. Though unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera to capture that scene. Being able to bask in that moment was good enough I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like boarding the bus of a cute bus driver, whose physical appearance aside, has the basic courtesy to stop for lagging passengers such that all the heaving and panting is worth the while. Courtesy is the new cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like lending a listening ear to a dear friend and above all, is the fact that we were all there and we somehow helped. That’s what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like knowing someone very dear made effort to make tomorrow’s Sentosa trip possible. (Yep! My getaway materialised!!) I appreciate that loads. Tomorrow will be a rolling good time with Pebs on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hearing some even more random and rare niceties from the same someone and that made Happy Today become Divine Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school just have to screw that all up. Busy weeks ahead and nope, I ain't giving up! Here’s your daily dose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you will only learn in books #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Monochronic culture&lt;br /&gt;: observe linear, clock time&lt;br /&gt;: time is tangible and can be considered saved, spent, wasted, lost, etc.&lt;br /&gt;: schedule dominated – deadlines are important&lt;br /&gt;: punctuality highly regarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polychronic culture&lt;br /&gt;: observe cyclical time&lt;br /&gt;: time is less tangible and is seldom considered wasted&lt;br /&gt;: stresses more on relationships, i.e. people&lt;br /&gt;: punctuality not highly priortised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am a polychronic individual living in a highly monochronic society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t already know, I think I am gaining the reputation of the-girl-who-is-always-late in not just one class, but ALL my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my expression. It says whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Divine Today also because msdivineshopper* has launched new items. Go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.msdivineshopper.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116041862633172558?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116041862633172558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116041862633172558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116041862633172558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116041862633172558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/divine-today.html' title='Divine Today.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322021.post-116032744258513740</id><published>2006-10-09T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:11:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing life as an SG undergrad.</title><content type='html'>You know it is more than a decent sleep you need when you start doing things like walking into walls. Much worse when those are the very same walls you past by on a daily basis for the past fifteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am expecting to see a nasty bruise on my left shin tomorrow. It is feeling weird when bent already. Great. :&lt;br /&gt;I mean all I ask was a brief getaway. Like Sentosa sounds good enough to me. The plans, very unfortunately, were first disrupted by the heavy rain last weekend, then by pressing project deadlines plus suffocating haze this weekend. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s near 1am now and I need to go off to finish up some project work. Wokay, that’s life as a Singaporean undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall begin my biannual embracement of books/projects/notes/more notes!! *force a smile* For a start, I shall attempt to share trivia that I picked up from the many read ups I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you only learn in books #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;According to the annual survey conducted by the Infocomm Development Authority of Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ida.gov.sg/idaweb/factfigure/infopage.jsp?infopagecategory=&amp;infopageid=I3760&amp;amp;versionid=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(IDA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; in 2005, 66% of the households are found to have access to the Internet at home. (That ranks us #14 according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetworldstats.com/top25.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;this website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 66% of the households aforementioned, nine in ten households in private housing had access to the Internet at home compared to about six in ten households for public housing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! Let’s hope the moral obligation* to blog will get me motivated to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*I say moral obligation because I realise I still have a regular group of people who faithfully check this blog day after day even though I don’t blog that often anymore. Thank you, lovelies. I try, huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep missing me. I am missing you guys too and will do massive catching up when all these shit is done. (Like when? Don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I sound whiny and all. But I am really okay! Charge on, you guys, with whatever worth putting a fight for. Love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322021-116032744258513740?l=ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116032744258513740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322021&amp;postID=116032744258513740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116032744258513740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322021/posts/default/116032744258513740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilurvetoshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/embracing-life-as-sg-undergrad.html' title='Embracing life as an SG undergrad.'/><author><name>min</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05332530734200625798'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>