<?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-23908763</id><updated>2011-11-13T21:25:23.580+08:00</updated><category term='ShopWiki'/><category term='Shop Wiki'/><category term='Gift Card Mall'/><category term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>thesweetestsin;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>971</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2997830675159271297</id><published>2011-11-13T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:25:23.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I don't know how many of you still read this, but I have found a new love in Tumblr now. But I will keep this for memories' sake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://undapperlove.tumblr.com"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2997830675159271297?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2997830675159271297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2997830675159271297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2997830675159271297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2997830675159271297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/11/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start.'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5331083367705796728</id><published>2011-06-30T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:17:15.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a blacked out blur;</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;but I'm pretty sure it ruled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June holidays have eeeendddeeeeddd. Reality is crashing back down on me. Had to study real hard during the month for BT2s, and so far, it's looking much better than BT1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more papers to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the last Harry Potter movie to be released! Only 16 more days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently got into a nail painting craze, just that I don't have the luxury of wearing it to school. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got into a new celeb craze. Eric Christian Colsen, aka Marty Deeks from NCIS:LA. He's just so funny in the show hahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only six more months to total freedom, I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5331083367705796728?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5331083367705796728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5331083367705796728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5331083367705796728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5331083367705796728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-blacked-out-blur.html' title='It&apos;s a blacked out blur;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2859644147380975032</id><published>2011-04-26T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:52:52.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are words;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when you really don't mean it when you say them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is drawing to a close already! Less than 8 more months to A Levels! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season ended off great. Though we didn't meet our seniors achievement, we still managed a Third, which was well fought for. I'm kinda sad that there's no more training already, I actually feel kinda lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am proud of us. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Crescent for the 55th Anniversary Funfair a few weeks back, and I really do miss studying there a lot. It seemed easier back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how to live my post-exam holidays. I wanna do something with my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at the end of the road, it's time to start to make it count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2859644147380975032?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2859644147380975032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2859644147380975032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2859644147380975032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2859644147380975032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-words.html' title='What are words;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6007312859272589512</id><published>2011-04-05T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:59:05.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like I'm alone with me;</title><content type='html'>A divisions are happening right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's match with TJC will be make or break. For us to get into finals, we'll need to win, &lt;em&gt;at all costs. &lt;/em&gt;It's been weighing on me heavily the past 2 days. I feel that we are capable of winning this, but the way jiao lian puts it, it's as if we can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, scraped through BT1s. Somewhat content with it but after A divs, I have to go all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April already. 8 more months and it'll be all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about how lucky I am to be able to let go. Then it kinda hit me that I missed feeling that way. It was at the very least, thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Hate this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6007312859272589512?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6007312859272589512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6007312859272589512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6007312859272589512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6007312859272589512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-like-im-alone-with-me.html' title='It&apos;s like I&apos;m alone with me;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3852686173003601390</id><published>2011-03-18T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:33:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights will guide you home;</title><content type='html'>I feel so, so tired. Physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Divs are just around the corner, (like, next Wednesday), BT1 is just before that, I think I'm gonna die trying to excel in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL trip with the polo girls was pretty awesome, just that I fell sick and couldn't play in most of the games. Had an unexpected show of fireworks, and met two Jacob Blacks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this year's gonna be tough, and I need all the strength I can muster to make this year unregrettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3852686173003601390?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3852686173003601390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3852686173003601390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3852686173003601390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3852686173003601390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/03/lights-will-guide-you-home.html' title='Lights will guide you home;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8366714582137558254</id><published>2011-02-20T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:47:56.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't be seventeen forever;</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I'm eighteeeeeeen! That makes me legal to do so much more things heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text message/phone wishes!&lt;br /&gt;13 Feb 1.54pm: Lim Wei Kiat aka Xavier Lim&lt;br /&gt;5.21pm: Eunice Sim&lt;br /&gt;10.53pm: Kaiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;11.56pm: Michael Tin&lt;br /&gt;11.59pm: Fang Jun and Nicole Ong&lt;br /&gt;12.03am: Daniel Ng&lt;br /&gt;12.06: Clara Seit&lt;br /&gt;12.05: Jason&lt;br /&gt;12.09: Claudia Cher&lt;br /&gt;12.10: Samantha Chua!&lt;br /&gt;12.19: Annabella&lt;br /&gt;12.51: Smitaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;6.29: Jolin and Guo Xiong!&lt;br /&gt;6.36: Pin Rong&lt;br /&gt;7.14: Shimin&lt;br /&gt;10.55: Trixy!&lt;br /&gt;11.37: Sherri&lt;br /&gt;3.42: Centaine&lt;br /&gt;4.21: Serene Foo&lt;br /&gt;11.04pm: Caleb Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the team who came down to celebrate with me! And the surprise balloon that somehow managed to tie itself onto my bag. And the flowers from Dionne, Ellen and Tran! And the lip gloss with the hot half-naked man from Centaine, hahaha. Thanks for all your gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also all the facebook wishes, which was about 70+ people, THANK YOU SOSO MUCH. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8366714582137558254?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8366714582137558254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8366714582137558254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8366714582137558254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8366714582137558254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-wont-be-seventeen-forever.html' title='You won&apos;t be seventeen forever;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-391861167857354631</id><published>2011-01-23T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:59:16.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ain't got you;</title><content type='html'>MSA 1 has just ended. It doesn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks into school and I'm &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feeling the stress. There's a lot to be expected from me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hold of an NUS flag at the water polo match I watched. It's now flying in front of my desk, reminding me where I want to go, and how much I need to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J1s are coming into school this Thursday. Kinda dread the packed canteen and school, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be really focused this year. Absolutely no distractions. I'll surrender my laptop sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thinking about relationships; none about the fun I'm not having. No excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm forgetting you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-391861167857354631?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/391861167857354631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=391861167857354631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/391861167857354631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/391861167857354631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='If I ain&apos;t got you;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3370770508771311174</id><published>2011-01-08T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:59:44.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the wire;</title><content type='html'>It's been eight days into the new year, and I'm beginning to feel the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is gonna make or break me, so I am going to make it go &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna start in 2 days, and I think I won't start on a high note. Oh well. I suppose I'll have the rest of the year. (Excuses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I experienced the start of the muscle aches and tired bodies. I know it's gonna be barely a taste of what the rest of the months are gonna be like. Training's gonna be tough, but we'll pull through with glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck for the coming days. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Crescent yesterday, in time for the CCA fair. I played badminton with some of the juniors, and boy, I really do miss the school. My Crescent days were wonderful, and I always look forward to going back there. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day when we must part, may Crescent remain in our hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3370770508771311174?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3370770508771311174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3370770508771311174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3370770508771311174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3370770508771311174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/01/down-to-wire.html' title='Down to the wire;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6393860571960102670</id><published>2011-01-02T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:01:49.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in circles;</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from all the hoo-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey was awesome. Not just the country, but also the people I met there. There were surprisingly, a lot of youths about my age in the same tour, and though it took a while, we all warmed up to one another. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected it to snow there, and we &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;pass by snow on the highlands, but I never actually touched it. Sigh. I wanted the bus to stop by the highway so badly so I could play with the snow. I think it's snowing there now though. Good or bad thing, I don't know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it became night pretty early there, my nights were spent playing Monopoly Deal with the others. Hahahaha. My new deck is now, not so new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide was awesome, really. Turkish guy, but he spoke fluent English. And he was pleasing to the eyes to. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited historic places like Troy and Ephesus (like Ephesians) and also saw quite a bit of belly dancing. Shivered in the cold by the Bosphorus and on it, while cruising past beautiful houses that really made you wonder what kind of people lived there. Took the Funicular, (like that song Funiculi Funiculaaaaaaa) shopped in the cold, had Starbucks coffee, ate their delicious wet hamburger and kebab. It was fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and attended watchnight service in church, and counted down to 2011. Very foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened, but most of all, I forgot about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz nothing can stand in my way this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6393860571960102670?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6393860571960102670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6393860571960102670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6393860571960102670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6393860571960102670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-in-circles.html' title='Running in circles;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2512789979008516187</id><published>2010-12-14T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:16:28.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like punching underwater;</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I left my last post untitled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my polo trip! Though I'm physically and mentally battered, I feel extremely accomplished to have made it through. The trip really exposed us to the international arena, as well as bring our team closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, for a &lt;em&gt;new &lt;/em&gt;swimming complex, the toilets were horribly wet and dirty, and the pool was downright disgusting. We swam in the deepest, coldest and most algae filled pond (which was actually the diving pool) ever. Every dive in was an icy blast to the body that made your lungs expel all the air in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matches were tough, and at times demoralising. We had them twice a day, and that really took a toll on my thigh. Dionne rubbed it down and though it doesn't hurt when I walk, it feels like a bruise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got to see a different side of Jiao Lian. The amusing, yet not-so-sporting side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back, I still have a match with TJC tomorrow morning, and YWAV camp after that. I must say, I've been looking forward to this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm pretty exhausted. Time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2512789979008516187?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2512789979008516187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2512789979008516187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2512789979008516187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2512789979008516187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-punching-underwater.html' title='Like punching underwater;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7562576033182358110</id><published>2010-12-07T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:36:22.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now my holiday has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It barely feels like one though. By this Saturday I'll be away for polo trip, then the day after I come back YWAV camp, then 3 days later that end, I'll be at Turkey. Then 4 days after that I've got my polo chalet? Busy, busy holiday. And I've barely started on my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post shall be about happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in, a year perhaps, I'm meeting the badminton team again! :D It has really been too, too long. The surprise bump into Smita was awesome though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started watching Gossip Girl. FINALLY. Pretty hooked onto it, but watching too much can really make life boring, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ciao. My hair feels really oily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7562576033182358110?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7562576033182358110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7562576033182358110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7562576033182358110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7562576033182358110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-my-holiday-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4981375526863163621</id><published>2010-11-22T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:38:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going down;</title><content type='html'>It's the start of the last week of school for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has passed by &lt;em&gt;unbelievably &lt;/em&gt;fast. So fast, until I couldn't even retain some of my memories. I've been really absent-minded this year, when it comes to non-academic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having random Mayer lyrics popping into my head these few days, especially during lectures. -.-Not good. I'm in the holiday mood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to the soothing song choices. Funny, I'd think that I'd be more upbeat now that I'm less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my iPhone in church and the screen cracked. &lt;/3 It'll probably cost me some to get it fixed. Damn. Maybe God was jealous that I wasn't paying attention to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes stuff happen that confuse me. And I'm getting frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4981375526863163621?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4981375526863163621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4981375526863163621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4981375526863163621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4981375526863163621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/11/were-going-down.html' title='We&apos;re going down;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5432130558141715734</id><published>2010-11-09T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:55:41.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And He shall reign forever;</title><content type='html'>TODAY MARKS THE DAY WHERE I'M OFFICIALLY FREE OF ALL SCHOOLWORK. For the year, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year's worth of work culminated in 40 minutes today, and I am &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;glad that PW's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got many many things to look forward to! :D I can't wait to get started on my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I saw how God worked in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to serve on Saturday, and the songs that were sent to me were &lt;em&gt;not easy at all&lt;/em&gt;. In the end, we found out that the chords were wrong, but it gave me a lot of grief during the week as I was practicising for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I thought all was lost, I gave up. I left the rest of the rehearsal to the one in church, a few hours before I had to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to rehearsal, I was &lt;strong&gt;relieved &lt;/strong&gt;to hear that the chords were wrong and had to be changed. The new song became so much easier to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has brought me through many things this year- Promotionals, my uncle's passing, water polo, project work, and the list goes on. I may not be able to remember every time He worked in my life, but I know He is ever-present in my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the one last thing I have to tackle with Him is ever so personal, and has been the most elusive to me so far. I hope He hears me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5432130558141715734?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5432130558141715734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5432130558141715734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5432130558141715734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5432130558141715734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-he-shall-reign-forever.html' title='And He shall reign forever;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8408282615936683910</id><published>2010-10-07T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:28:15.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;even though they weren't so great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcement: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMOS ARE OVERRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Math paper, the class went  down for our first ever class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I had a really good time there, especially at Wild Wild Wet. The last time I went there was when I was in primary school, and with my family. I was too short to go on the exciting rides, but now I can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the best part of it was when we were all rushing towards the big bucket of water at the kids playground. I felt really carefree, running around with all that water. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting ride was the, Slide Up, I think. It was like free falling, which made me really nervous! But after the first push it got okay, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were behaving like kids all over the place. We went one after the other on the slides and ended up piled together at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have no idea why, but I got stuck in the closed slide a couple of times. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back, &lt;em&gt;pooped&lt;/em&gt; and aching, but I am going out with Centaine to watch The Other Guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8408282615936683910?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8408282615936683910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8408282615936683910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8408282615936683910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8408282615936683910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4565206536811725748</id><published>2010-10-01T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:06:56.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to the edge;</title><content type='html'>My 970th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 more days to the end of promotionals. Bio today was, scary. :/ MCQ was so tricky! I couldn't think straight, entering that paper, coz my brain was quite drained after my panic attack during paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be free. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much things to look forward to after promos:&lt;br /&gt;1. Class chalet&lt;br /&gt;2. PHOS camp&lt;br /&gt;3. Polo Malacca trip&lt;br /&gt;4. YWAV camp&lt;br /&gt;5. Turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should organise a get together with 6 Onyx again. If I've got the time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, I'd have gone overseas 3 times this year after Turkey! Wooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want boots. And scarves. And CLOTHES. I should try blog shopping, and convince my mom it's reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Imma need to study for Chem and Econs now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeed to promote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4565206536811725748?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4565206536811725748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4565206536811725748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4565206536811725748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4565206536811725748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/10/closer-to-edge.html' title='Closer to the edge;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7861520726145605359</id><published>2010-09-27T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:57:03.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear is a friend that you misunderstood;</title><content type='html'>So I finally got John Mayer's Continuum. I love the album, so so much. It's the best from him, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the start of my promotionals. :/ 8 more days till it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a revelation on Sunday. I was on my way to church when I heard Free Fallin' playing on the radio. Turned it up, and realised that it wasn't John Mayer. -.- Kinda pissed that Jonas Brothers also covered it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something embarrassing happened on Saturday. HAHAHAHAHA. I can't bring myself to say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 8 days, my fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet, PHOS camp, Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shop for winter stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7861520726145605359?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7861520726145605359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7861520726145605359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7861520726145605359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7861520726145605359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/09/fear-is-friend-that-you-misunderstood.html' title='Fear is a friend that you misunderstood;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2396270330940279923</id><published>2010-09-06T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:16:01.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the storm before the calm;</title><content type='html'>I was having an avid discussion with Kai today about our dislike of Kpop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kpop (to me) revolves around the plasticity, and the glitz and glamour behind it. We all know how much surgery those pretty boys go through to look good on camera. It's ridiculous. Since when was music about hiding behind a mask that does not represent you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is about the &lt;em&gt;music.&lt;/em&gt; The notes, the chords that lie beneath the lyrics. A good musician is able to stir emotions, memories, experiences with melodies that require no words. Kpop is seriously, just noise that rhymes. There's little quality that comes out from that electronic sound. And their voices are so editted, they sound like Britney Spears. God knows what'll happen when they sing live. I look forward to seeing some nasty reviews about the Korean Pop Night 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good music is often best accompanied with sound lyrics- lyrics that matter. Not just some retarded gibberish that some spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these words are sung in another language that you don't understand, how do you expect to get what the musician is trying to say? This, provided that the song actually means something, and not just sex and money. I mean, seriously, who titles their song "Lucifer", or "Wedding Dress" and expect them to mean something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are translators around, but the original meaning will be lost in translation. The words were written down for a reason, and translating it will just lose its effect and rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True musicians have some sort of musical idol that they want to become. I'm really wondering who the Korean artists look up to, since they don't play anything on stage, but dance. I guess many would quote Michael Jackson, but then again, which dancer/performer doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are why I'm standing strong against Kpop. It's not that I've not tried to listen to them, mind you. Some sounded pleasant at first, but once they got to the chorus, I was convinced of why I hated them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good musicians make their own music, make their own genre. Good music makes you reflect, makes you wonder. Good music allows you to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2396270330940279923?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2396270330940279923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2396270330940279923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2396270330940279923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2396270330940279923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-storm-before-calm.html' title='It&apos;s not the storm before the calm;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8037029122557538850</id><published>2010-09-01T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:09:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a silly little moment;</title><content type='html'>About a month more to my final exams. I'm trying my best to study, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how music brings out so many emotions that you can't express in words. I've tried writing down my feelings too many times, but none of them can pinpoint it. But you &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;it's there when you hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my hands on John Mayer's live performance really really soon. I can't wait! He's my new favourite musician. BLG will never leave my heart, but he's of another genre entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm turning to more soulful music these days, because I can't keep up with the hype of pop songs. It's too energy-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me, maturing? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8037029122557538850?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8037029122557538850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8037029122557538850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8037029122557538850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8037029122557538850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-silly-little-moment.html' title='It&apos;s not a silly little moment;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2965949001807854368</id><published>2010-08-15T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:06:09.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything other than stay is go;</title><content type='html'>It seems like it has been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fared horribly for CTs. I'm really afraid of retaining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm (hopefully) faring better for MSA 2. Things are looking better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when there's school. I prefer my life outside school, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday I attended the SOWers gathering. My first, actually. The theme for now-2011 is &lt;strong&gt;Inside Out- Sing A New Song Unto God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I think this new theme is timely, seeing as the numbers are dwindling in the worship team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 weeks to promos. I'm telling myself now that I need to put in a lot of effort, and I'm gonna start studying &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really, really weary of this. Dear God, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2965949001807854368?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2965949001807854368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2965949001807854368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2965949001807854368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2965949001807854368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/08/anything-other-than-stay-is-go.html' title='Anything other than stay is go;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-372272431248083054</id><published>2010-07-13T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:35:38.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lie and say that it's okay;</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling awfully over-emotional these days. I don't know whether it's because of the commencement of school, or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, school. I don't believe I've ever disliked going to school as much as I do now. It's partly because I can't connect with the people around me. Not that there's anything wrong with either of us, but our interests are just not the same. Other than that, academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but I can't seem to get the results I want even after trying. I never had the fear of retaining before, but now, it's oh so real. It scares the hell out of me, but it's not motivating me to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed. I wonder why I had to go with the flow and enrol in a JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, sigh. Sometimes I wonder why God let us have feelings, if it only made us feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching BLG's latest Kerrang podcast, and they really changed a lot. Perhaps for the better, but I still miss the down-to-earth boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect from them next, but I hope it'll be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-372272431248083054?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/372272431248083054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=372272431248083054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/372272431248083054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/372272431248083054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-lie-and-say-that-its-okay.html' title='Don&apos;t lie and say that it&apos;s okay;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7760124760480552405</id><published>2010-06-28T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:51:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything less than I love you is,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crunch time. Common tests are hereeee. It seriously feels like the O levels all over again. Sad to say that I haven't been studying my best. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies make me go into a bad mood. I feel so emotional nowadays. Maybe it's because of something else, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for tears:&lt;br /&gt;1 song with spot-on lyrics&lt;br /&gt;123456789 books&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully after this week I'll be feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to Peninsular Plaza with me on Friday after Econs? Oh I haven't said why. I lost my favourite pick, at home. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7760124760480552405?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7760124760480552405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7760124760480552405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7760124760480552405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7760124760480552405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/06/anything-less-than-i-love-you-is.html' title='Anything less than I love you is,'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5142131913989622275</id><published>2010-06-20T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:43:20.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd take another chance;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;take a fall, take a shot for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;White Horse- T. Swift&lt;br /&gt;Apologize- OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, we find ourselves stuck in a dilemna: to help or not to help? Our conscience pulls us to enquire if they are alright, but our rational mind asks us if we are being a busybody; if it really is any of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to have any of these problems, I never had to &lt;em&gt;decide&lt;/em&gt; to do anything, I just went with my gut. Maybe it hasn't been the wisest of choices so far, and landed me in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God told us to love your neighbour like yourself. I shall try to do that from today onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5142131913989622275?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5142131913989622275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5142131913989622275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5142131913989622275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5142131913989622275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/06/id-take-another-chance.html' title='I&apos;d take another chance;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4607370000532256823</id><published>2010-06-16T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:18:44.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope it's gonna make you notice;</title><content type='html'>Woah, it's been almost a month since I last updated. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE MORE DAYS TO COMMON TESTS and my revision has just started. Shit I'm so going to retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in China from the 7th to the 14th. Man the country is seriously the cause of global warming. The haze was &lt;em&gt;so bad&lt;/em&gt; that we didn't know we touched down until the plane jerked. We thought we were still flying in a cloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life shortened like, 5 years just going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so pissed off, coz my cough was actually going down when I went there, and now it's back again. Seriously, what is in your air!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing about China was that everything was sooooo cheap there! I got shades for about $9, Avril's Best Damn Tour for $12, Sherlock Holmes for $5 (both original), two shirts for about $17 each, contact lens cases for $1.30 each, a fake Miu Miu wallet for $7 and soft toys for about $5 there! It was like, major shopping man hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Expo was kinda a let down though. We only had a day there, so we only went into South Korea's and Singapore's pavilions. We queued for &lt;strong&gt;three hours&lt;/strong&gt; for South Korea's! Goodness. We were playing&lt;em&gt; tai ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;most of the way through, so it didn't really feel like 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something nice that happened there was that I heard Two Is Better Than One in Singapore's souvenir shop. :D And also on Channel V in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our hotel in Shanghai had access to the World Cup matches. Some of us were supposed to wake up for the match,  but they never did. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I should leave now. My butt cheek's getting numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4607370000532256823?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4607370000532256823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4607370000532256823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4607370000532256823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4607370000532256823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hope-its-gonna-make-you-notice.html' title='I hope it&apos;s gonna make you notice;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8062044969948705661</id><published>2010-05-18T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:26:14.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does every moment have to be so hard?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this, I'm sick, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 2 weeks ago I came down with the exact same thing. -.- This shows how weak I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tihnk school is taking out a lot of me. I need to be well in 2 weeks for polo training camp and China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm taking my first and hopefully only, MC of the year. :/ Missing econs test and listening compre I think. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go study for econs now. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8062044969948705661?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8062044969948705661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8062044969948705661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8062044969948705661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8062044969948705661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-does-every-moment-have-to-be-so.html' title='Why does every moment have to be so hard?'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5340082535731730329</id><published>2010-05-05T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:05:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But thanks for loving me;</title><content type='html'>Sickkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling sick way too often this year. Already I've fallen sick, twice, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go down with the polo team to support the rugby match today, but oh well. Can't have too much physical exertion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going down to support the girls' soccer against VJC. Woo, should be quite a thrilling one, though I don't watch enough soccer to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go support bowling on Friday, but I'm not sure if that's on anymore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meh. I want Photoshop! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5340082535731730329?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5340082535731730329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5340082535731730329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5340082535731730329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5340082535731730329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-thanks-for-loving-me.html' title='But thanks for loving me;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7690615138173587435</id><published>2010-04-25T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:42:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna say I miss you;</title><content type='html'>Week 6 of school is about to start! Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows 7 has been good so far, just that I can't download music, and I wonder why. Tsk, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the moment I come to this page, I can't think of anything I want to say? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my parents to leave the house so I can play my simssssssssss. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7690615138173587435?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7690615138173587435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7690615138173587435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7690615138173587435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7690615138173587435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-wanna-say-i-miss-you.html' title='Just wanna say I miss you;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8482022966965281058</id><published>2010-04-17T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:38:18.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synthetic sensation;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;me you and my medication.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had time trials for water polo yesterday, which resulted in this mildly aching feeling between my shoulder blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50m: 44.2s&lt;br /&gt;100m: 1.44s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'm using my new laptop now. Windows 7 isn't that bad, it's just that I don't understand why I can't download stuff. &lt;strong&gt;ROAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fix that problem soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking for pictures of BLG online, just now. And I chanced upon somemore that I didn't have previously. Hee. I feel happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the thing is, Photoshop CS3 doesn't work for me now. D: Sheeeeeeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the week to come. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks more to my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8482022966965281058?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8482022966965281058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8482022966965281058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8482022966965281058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8482022966965281058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/04/synthetic-sensation.html' title='Synthetic sensation;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5117092360048399524</id><published>2010-04-10T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:42:18.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to take a holiday;</title><content type='html'>Week 4 of school is starting, and things are really starting to speed up. I thought Sec 4 was fast, but that was nothing compared to JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel the bond with my school yet, though orientation did help. I think 2 years is really too little for any of us to make lifelong friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to China in June, for some immersion programme. Shit I'm going to either die of laughter or misery there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5117092360048399524?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5117092360048399524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5117092360048399524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5117092360048399524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5117092360048399524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-to-take-holiday.html' title='I need to take a holiday;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5434579923794900277</id><published>2010-03-24T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:30:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I don't know where to begin;</title><content type='html'>Omg I'm so shagged now that I have no idea what to do with probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life is exhausting. It's only 930 and I'm feeling sleepy already. But I can't give up on my math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely have time for God and myself nowadays. I read my devotion, lie on my bed, and before I can start praying, I fall asleep. -.- Then the next day goes on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5434579923794900277?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5434579923794900277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5434579923794900277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5434579923794900277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5434579923794900277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-i-dont-know-where-to-begin.html' title='And I don&apos;t know where to begin;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4403971988788327119</id><published>2010-03-21T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:25:26.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm learning to fall;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can hardly breathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a real depressing day. Woke up to grey skies and chilly temperatures, and didn't really have a good day after that. But dinner with B'div kinda saved it though. Entertained each other with the stupid lame games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow again. MSA results are coming out. :( Worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poloooo tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4403971988788327119?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4403971988788327119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4403971988788327119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4403971988788327119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4403971988788327119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-learning-to-fall.html' title='I&apos;m learning to fall;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1788622866722663553</id><published>2010-03-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:03:07.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Handwriting test;</title><content type='html'>Most people with a severe leftward slant have some type of childhood trauma they have yet to work through. Since we didn't actually "see the writing", we can't tell if she actually has a hard left emotional slant, but if so... she has issues with trust and it is likely rooted in childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane has withdrawn into herself. She is reserved and shows her feelings only at times of great anger, extreme passion, or tremendous stress. Diane is an introvert. She makes decisions based on logic, therefore she is rarely impulsive. She doesn't find any need for expressing her emotions. In fact, she probably sees this emotional expression as an unnecessary waste of time. She has a hard time relating to an extreme extrovert, although it is common for her to be attracted to one. Many people do not understand Diane; it is difficult for them to really know how Diane feels. Diane enjoys being alone, and probably prefers working alone. Working with her hands is a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane's basic nature is to look out for herself first. Although she can and does feel emotions, perhaps as deeply as anyone, she just almost always harbors them inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time someone angers Diane, she probably will not say anything to that person at that time. However, she will mentally keep track of everything this person does wrong to her until she cannot hold her emotions inside any longer. Then; Boom! Diane will cloud up and rain all over them. And she will never regret telling someone off, because she knew what she was saying the entire time. She won't impulsively tell someone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional stories will not sway Diane. She thinks totally with judgment, first considering every situation by the effect it will have on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane needs space and time alone. She will be much more efficient if given a job alone, rather than being surrounded by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Diane doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Diane expresses an opinion on a issue she will stick to that opinion, and probably will not change her mind. In other words... Diane is stubborn. When she is wrong about something that she has decided upon, she will have trouble admitting she is wrong. Changing Diane's mind can be very difficult. Once Diane makes up her mind, she doesn't want to be confused with the facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diane will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diane has a desire for attention. People around Diane will notice this need. She may fulfill this need by a variety of ways depending on her own character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In reference to Diane's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Diane slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Diane can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diane is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Diane basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diane is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Something is incomplete in Diane's life. She feels frustration relating to her physical needs and desires. Somewhere in her life there is some disappointment, non-fulfillment, and interruption. This is very likely to relate to Diane's sexual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Diane has left lots of white space on the right side of the paper. Diane fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion. If this is true, then Diane has an unhealthy relationship to the past and has a fear of moving forward. The right side of the page represents the future and Diane seems unwilling to face the fear of getting started living now and planning for the future. Diane seems to be clinging to past events and spending lots of time thinking about what happened. It would be best to leave the past behind and move on. Stop crowding that left margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is actually quite annoyingly true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1788622866722663553?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1788622866722663553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1788622866722663553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1788622866722663553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1788622866722663553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/handwriting-test.html' title='The Handwriting test;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-626288321219150450</id><published>2010-03-19T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:08:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something 'bout the way;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the street looks when it's just rained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away, come again another day! It's making me gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 2 is beginning in 3 days! :O I'm so not prepared for it. Soon it'll be June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the mv for Telephone by Gaga, the explicit version. :/ She was practically naked. I want her line of lipstick, but it's $28 each! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging with Isaac today was oh-so-&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;-productive. I did my Bio, and he was just reading through Teenage, and laughing at the Dear Kelly section! So mean. Then he told me his ghost stories, and his stupid lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to borrow Memoirs Of A Geisha by Arthur Golden for my mom, so I was looking for the shelf right. And he asked me, 'Why you go to GOL?' -.- He doesn't know how the shelving system works. Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, when I borrowed the book, I realised that it was in Malay. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's tomorrow. YWAV then team dinner. I need them to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 B'Div!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-626288321219150450?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/626288321219150450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=626288321219150450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/626288321219150450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/626288321219150450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-something-bout-way.html' title='There&apos;s something &apos;bout the way;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8505885756325634139</id><published>2010-03-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:41:51.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little insight;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;won't make this right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling quite disgusted by the immaturity and irresposibility of certain people. I really hope you read this, and &lt;em&gt;wake up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we had the exact same problem when we were in, secondary 1? That was a whole 5 years ago, whatever grudges you might have had, should have been resolved, or dissolved, by now. But&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt;, you guys just have to bring us down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through in AGLOW, and subsequently YWAV, has culminated in this? We should be even tightly bonded now, not the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the two of you aren't going to come for the meeting. So what's the point of meeting then? Nothing's really going to change even after it, coz you two will still be at loggerheads with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;suck it up, &lt;/strong&gt;and be there. For the greater good of everyone. If not we'll just continue lying in this pit. Of course, we all had a part in the initial problem, but it's not really about that anymore, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should we take the fall for you? You guys obviously don't care about anything else but saving your own skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words against each other don't mean a thing, you know? It only shows how much you guys don't dare to face each other, which is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just hope that you'll come across this one day. Hate me if you want to, but just what would that do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.H.O.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayerful, Humble, Obedient Servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8505885756325634139?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8505885756325634139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8505885756325634139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8505885756325634139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8505885756325634139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-little-insight.html' title='Just a little insight;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-75433677952994407</id><published>2010-03-15T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:47:49.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So can you save me now?</title><content type='html'>Life has been alright, so far. All my doubts about not settling in properly in SA have been somewhat dashed. The people are really nice here, except for some immature people, but it's nothing unforgivable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had my OG5 BBQ at my place. It was, heartwarming, to see them enjoy the same playground I played in since I was born. I reached up yesterday and I was surprised that I could touch the handgrips of the monkey bar from the ground, albeit tip-toeing. :D But I've never been able to accomplish the monkey bars, and seeing the guys do somersaults on it was quite awe-inspiring. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for my 10S10 'outing' tomorrow. Hopefully we're going to bowl. :D Though it's been a while, and my bowling isn't THAT great either, it's still fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, school has been merciful on us. We haven't been drowned in homework yet. But I'm still struggling to get my concepts right. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my plan for the March holidays is like this:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School + CG outing&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Lunch @ Auntie Jane's house&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Alice In Wonderland 3D with Jollin&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Mugging with Isaac&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Seoul Garden with B'Div!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I need to go inform the team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-75433677952994407?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/75433677952994407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=75433677952994407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/75433677952994407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/75433677952994407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-can-you-save-me-now.html' title='So can you save me now?'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7510855120813417258</id><published>2010-03-12T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:17:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried to take a picture of love;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wanna fill this new frame, but it's empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSAs are over! :DDDDD March holidays are coming, but I'll bet it'll fly past like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with quite a number of things here. Dear God, are You there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really quite listening to emo songs at night. I'm too vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying, trying too hard,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're torn apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the timing is beating our hearts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7510855120813417258?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7510855120813417258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7510855120813417258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7510855120813417258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7510855120813417258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/tried-to-take-picture-of-love.html' title='Tried to take a picture of love;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5010238311023182139</id><published>2010-03-02T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:42:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll keep you my dirty little secret;</title><content type='html'>Cross country's tomorrow. Oh no. On the bright side, at least Sam's walking with me coz I'm &lt;strong&gt;SUCH A NICE FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; by helping her to campaign. Hope to get pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I felt this way, was when I was 11. Six years on, it's still as confusing as ever. Should I just deny it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to talk to. Someone who won't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSA's next week! DDDDDDDDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5010238311023182139?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5010238311023182139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5010238311023182139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5010238311023182139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5010238311023182139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-keep-you-my-dirty-little-secret.html' title='I&apos;ll keep you my dirty little secret;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4608578067213555283</id><published>2010-02-28T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:31:32.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over tonight;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Exactly one month ago, I got to experience how much Boys Like Girls meant to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life has been downright tough. My official timetable starts tomorrow. No more honeymoon, it's down to the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to worry about work. I don't seem to understand a single thing in lectures. I need someone to help me in H2 math, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water polo has been somewhat fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country's this Wednesday and I have training on the same day. Best? I'm so not prepared for a 3.6km run, but who says I was going to run? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's supposed to bring me to go get contact lenses today, but she's down with food posioning. :( I feel stupid when I can't see whose face it is in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4608578067213555283?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4608578067213555283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4608578067213555283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4608578067213555283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4608578067213555283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-over-tonight.html' title='It&apos;s not over tonight;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6311836450237005262</id><published>2010-02-18T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:11:47.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen and invincible;</title><content type='html'>This year has probably been one of the better birthdays in my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I do every year, I list down who wished me at what time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:ooam-&lt;/em&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:01&lt;/em&gt;- Caleb Ang, Natalie Jacobsen, Rachel Phay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:04- &lt;/em&gt;Smita, Huiyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:14- &lt;/em&gt;Beeleng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:27- &lt;/em&gt;Jollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:28- &lt;/em&gt;Abel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:44- &lt;/em&gt;Tan Lixin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:20- &lt;/em&gt;Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:14- &lt;/em&gt;Samuel Zou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:37- &lt;/em&gt;Mun Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:48- &lt;/em&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:57- &lt;/em&gt;Zanita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12pm&lt;/em&gt;- Joel Yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:52- &lt;/em&gt;Elissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3:16- &lt;/em&gt;Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4:19-&lt;/em&gt; Auntie May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6:34- &lt;/em&gt;Trixy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7:01-&lt;/em&gt; Fang Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:37- &lt;/em&gt;Janell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also for all those who sang me a birthday song in church and the wall posts and spoken wishes, THANK YOU SO MUCH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6311836450237005262?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6311836450237005262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6311836450237005262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6311836450237005262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6311836450237005262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/02/seventeen-and-invincible.html' title='Seventeen and invincible;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1727206690793177700</id><published>2010-02-08T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:53:27.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But now I'm hung over;</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; the BLG concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation has been over for a few days now, but I really, really miss it. My CG is nothing like my OG, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out yesterday, OG5. We were supposed to go bowling but we ended up playing pool instead. Well, at least it's cheaper and I sunk the eight ball. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched My Ex. I swear, I will never pay to watch ghost movies again. 80% of the time I had my hood over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures have started. And boy, it's excruciating to sit for so long. I mean, it's not really that long, but things just get a little dull, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chemistry lecture &lt;em&gt;freaked me out&lt;/em&gt; today. The teacher was going full speed ahead! And it was on stochiometry, the topic I really, really need to sit down and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSAs are in 4 weeks now, omg. Our first 'major' exam. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get used to this teaching style soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a higher note, wearing the uniform was funfunFUN! Haha. Though I still need some time to get used to a shorter skirt; I'm zao geng-ing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to go back to Crescent for CNY on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1727206690793177700?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1727206690793177700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1727206690793177700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1727206690793177700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1727206690793177700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-now-im-hung-over.html' title='But now I&apos;m hung over;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8649111883622062161</id><published>2010-01-29T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:41:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?</title><content type='html'>28th of January was my best and worst night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLG rocked the house down, though it was so obvious that the place awsn't built for a rock cocnert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd fucking sucked. I swear, once I hunt down those Ang Mohs, I'll never forgive them. The bitches were speaking in their native tongue, cursing at us when &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; were the ones who fucking pushed me away from my front row. I hope you guys burn in hell. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last night, a part of me died. A part of my passion for BLG. I love you guys still. Just, don't expect me to mosh with everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a higher note, when they got our scrapbook, they said 'You guys were awesome.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very upset. Very. To the point that I cried myself to sleep last night, and I'm crying again, writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-01-10. It showed me how rude ang mohs can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8649111883622062161?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8649111883622062161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8649111883622062161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8649111883622062161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8649111883622062161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-know-that-your-love-is-sweetest.html' title='Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2590040414107735569</id><published>2010-01-25T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:27:29.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz this is the real thing;</title><content type='html'>It's just &lt;strong&gt;3 more days &lt;/strong&gt;people, 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more excited over anything else in my whole 16-going-on-17 years of my life! And it just keeps getting better when I see them on local newspapers and radio stations. And now that they're coming, I've seen a surge in the number of membership requests on TMS! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really thought that TMS would grow, really. I initially intended it to be just a group where people with the same passion could congregate. But now, it's definitely more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the concert, we're going to be the largest, &lt;em&gt;contingent, &lt;/em&gt;shall I say, 14 members, not counting their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a helluva time, and school isn't going to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me pre-concert, and I'll be back post-concert. It's gonna change our lives forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2590040414107735569?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2590040414107735569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2590040414107735569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2590040414107735569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2590040414107735569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/01/coz-this-is-real-thing.html' title='Coz this is the real thing;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1003844356384349455</id><published>2010-01-03T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:07:00.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more them grey skies;</title><content type='html'>2010. Twenty-ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year has begun, a new start to life. 2010's going to be great, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only about 10 more days to the O level results. I get anxious just thinking about it. :/ It's not that I think I won't do well, but that I won't do well &lt;em&gt;enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high hopes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will help me to forget some things that still haunt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1003844356384349455?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1003844356384349455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1003844356384349455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1003844356384349455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1003844356384349455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more-them-grey-skies.html' title='No more them grey skies;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-9042725487880596199</id><published>2009-12-25T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:23:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;that 28th's gonna be a good night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it will be. BECAUSE I GOT MY TICKET HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYSLIKEGIRLSBOYSLIKEGIRLSBOYSLIKEGIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom promised me that it was my Christmas present, so I still get my birthday present. Don't think I can get the Lady Gaga earphones though. :( It's $240!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the little article came out in the newspaper, I was watching Read Between The Lines and crying over the fact that I thought they wouldn't come here. And the next day, when I came online, I swear, I got the greatest news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, really can't express how happy I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another 34 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &lt;/strong&gt;everyone. I hope you're having a great christmas like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle how I've managed to endure this year. With O levels and my aunt and all, I really wanna thank God for giving me the strength and the wisdom to be able to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially my biggest wish, which was for BLG to come. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's family's gonna be here soon. It's not that I don't like them, but whenever they come, complaints about each other are always flying around, and they all speak LOUDLY. I mean, such special occasions are supposed to be happy, not frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. I don't know. I need some alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Italian Chianti wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-9042725487880596199?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/9042725487880596199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=9042725487880596199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/9042725487880596199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/9042725487880596199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I gotta feeling;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5242280613032836236</id><published>2009-12-09T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:46:34.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift Card Mall'/><title type='text'>Gift Card Mall</title><content type='html'>This is a sponsored post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year again. 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Reward friends and family with a &lt;a href="https://www.giftcardmall.com/p-202-bass-pro-customizable-gift-card.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;personalized photo card to Bass Pro Shops&lt;/a&gt; available at&lt;a href="https://www.giftcardmall.com/?utm_source=PR&amp;amp;utm_medium=Link&amp;amp;utm_campaign=BHN-PR\" target="_blank"&gt;GiftCardMall.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5242280613032836236?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5242280613032836236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5242280613032836236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5242280613032836236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5242280613032836236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-card-mall.html' title='Gift Card Mall'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1653598736758647418</id><published>2009-12-08T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:38:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday;</title><content type='html'>It's been loooong, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading some people's blogs, and I thought, &lt;em&gt;"Isn't it just great to have friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do, have friends. Just not extremely close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here since 11am, and haven't budged except when I needed a drink. My eyes are gonna be so spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt that I got 3 points for my O levels, but an A2 for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went out with Siran and Rachel. I died in my boots. I'm still feeling the tug in my leg muscles now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went jamming with people from TMS. We had a great time. New Moon with Nat too. It was almost awful. The only consolation was the pieces of eye-candies in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was &lt;em&gt;royally&lt;/em&gt; pissed off. I would just like to forget some things, but some people just keep bringing it up. Like, &lt;strong&gt;get a life and go fuck yourselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they know me since like what, P6? I swear, I will laugh in your pathetic faces so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy was fantastic. I love that place so much, I'll want to go there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1653598736758647418?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1653598736758647418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1653598736758647418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1653598736758647418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1653598736758647418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-then-i-swore-i-was-gonna-marry-him.html' title='Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7530002852964493268</id><published>2009-11-13T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:07:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's over;</title><content type='html'>YES THE O LEVELS ARE OVERRRRRRRR. WOOOOOHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the paper today, everyone was very restless, but we were to stay in the hall for the Grad Night briefing. When we were dismissed, the whole hall erupted in cheers. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Nicole and MunYee after that. We all got all our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole bought Band Hero! I'm going over to her house next Thursday to go plaaaaay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm extremely happy that I don't have to study for the next 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy next Friday! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7530002852964493268?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7530002852964493268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7530002852964493268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7530002852964493268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7530002852964493268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-its-over.html' title='Now it&apos;s over;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5660340756670962008</id><published>2009-11-02T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:27:28.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn;</title><content type='html'>So it was abuzz on Twitter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it make you feel? I myself, don't know whether to believe it or not. But since Martin claims that they're lies, then perhaps we should believe him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, he's known to be crazy when he's wasted. :/ He needs to quit drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O Levels so far have been alright. Though needless to say, I'll be happy when it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5660340756670962008?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5660340756670962008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5660340756670962008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5660340756670962008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5660340756670962008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/11/torn.html' title='Torn;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3148055551422437651</id><published>2009-10-15T09:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:58:54.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop Wiki'/><title type='text'>Shop Wiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is a sponsored post-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/"&gt;ShopWiki&lt;/a&gt; is revolutionary for shopping since it actively seeks out every store on the internet in a similar way that Google finds every web site, by crawling the web. Traditional shopping sites will only show you stores that have paid for placement, and ShopWiki will give a shopper everything regardless if we can earn anything. It's the most comprehensive shopping site available on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a shopper, this means they can find anything and everything for sale on the web at ShopWiki.com. From &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Golf"&gt;golf&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Tennis"&gt;tennis&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Inline+Skates"&gt;inline skating&lt;/a&gt;, ShopWiki will have everything from the sports and recreation section you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be sure stop by &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/"&gt;ShopWiki&lt;/a&gt; to get your things the fastest and most comprehensive way. With ShopWiki, you'll find that products are endless and you'll definitely be scratching your heads with all the information you find! Shop smart, with ShopWiki!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3148055551422437651?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3148055551422437651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3148055551422437651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3148055551422437651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3148055551422437651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/10/shop-wiki.html' title='Shop Wiki'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7830896158847254023</id><published>2009-10-07T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:42:12.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter heart;</title><content type='html'>Stuck onto this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;highly&lt;/u&gt; strung now. -breaks into song: &lt;em&gt;I'm wearing thin.&lt;/em&gt;- Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. I've never studied or worked as hard for any exam before. Well yes, we all know that this exam will kind of determine your life, so we're all hard-pressed to give our 101%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life wasn't just based on such few choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday's my last day in Crescent. I think I'm gonna cry during the farewell assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd miss my school and class greatly. The culture and everything, was just so unique to a Crescentian. I spent my maturity days there, and the school really did transform me into who I am right now. And I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surreal, how 4 years of Secondary school just fleeew past us like this. I still remember I had below-knee skirts and high socks in Sec 1. I'm the complete opposite now. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this hour off to really, reflect on my days in school. I know you guys who're still in school will probably be wondering why anyone would possibly miss school. But trust me, in time, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it helped me to de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really am quite stressed up. My body is acting weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I need to pack my things now. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7830896158847254023?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7830896158847254023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7830896158847254023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7830896158847254023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7830896158847254023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-heart.html' title='Bitter heart;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3785078833316025805</id><published>2009-09-27T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:50:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That I can't live without you;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Sr8XfiZp_fI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_L80zXOBTVM/s1600-h/P9270048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386049509936201202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Sr8XfiZp_fI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_L80zXOBTVM/s320/P9270048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally got my Love Drunk stuff. FINALLY. The first thing I did when I got the autographed booklet was to say, "I'm touching his DNA!" Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through the lyrics, and I realised that the lyrics for She's Got A Boyfriend Now are way, way different from what we heard. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Drunk is currently number 1 on 987fm, while Two Is Better Than One is 2nd on 91.3fm. Do we rock, or do we rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really proud of them, for achieving international recognition through these 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a more solemn note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt passed away on 20092009 (cool huh?). She passed away pretty peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend dreamt of her being very happy in heaven, when she did not know that my aunt had passed away. A vision, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's currently residing in Faith Methodist Church's columbarium. I'm not exactly sure which niche she's in though. Haven't been there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreadfully sick on Friday and Saturday. How am I gonna finish anything? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 later, I shall record F1 Rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3785078833316025805?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3785078833316025805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3785078833316025805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3785078833316025805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3785078833316025805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-i-cant-live-without-you.html' title='That I can&apos;t live without you;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Sr8XfiZp_fI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_L80zXOBTVM/s72-c/P9270048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8635868702651679208</id><published>2009-09-16T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:07:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story's far from finished;</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I woke up to a loud thud. My aunt fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuately, my mom took leave from work to look after her, so she came rushing in. I, of course, woke up from bed and helped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was in pain. Very, great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, she had trouble getting up from her recliner too. For some reason, I woke up to help her. It's unusual for me to be woken up by such things, as I'm always a log in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my aunt was resting after the fall, she got a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she started screaming into the phone. &lt;em&gt;'Just let me go! Let me go. My body's calling out...' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared the heavens out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, she was warded into hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't around, but my mom recounted the events. she said that she couldn't even walk to the front door, before she felt faint. Mom had no choice but to call an ambulance. Cool, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came back sobbing. I went into the room and she told me what the doctors said. &lt;em&gt;'Her days are numbered.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd also be under intravenous morphine, so she'd be drowy most of the time. Mom said there'll come a point when she won't even be able to recognise anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it'll all be reminiscent of my grandmother's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I feel like crying myself. Mom told me she appreciated my support and help all these while. It's only my duty. Since my aunt took care of me when I was a baby, it's my turn to take care of her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tables have turned. What I ask of you now, is to pray for her. For her safe and painless journey to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8635868702651679208?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8635868702651679208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8635868702651679208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8635868702651679208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8635868702651679208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/09/storys-far-from-finished.html' title='The story&apos;s far from finished;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4998512955292626507</id><published>2009-09-10T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:48:23.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you give me one more minute?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMS finally met each other. Oh well, 4 of us at least. But we're the more on ones, so yeah hahahaa. We met a little too early, and most of the shops weren't open yet. So we just sat at a bench at Ion and listened to Love Drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stores finally opened, we went window shopping. Topshop has nice and highly espensive shoes. Studs are all the rage now, better get it while I can. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after our lunch at macs, we started doing Martin's sandwich. HAHAHA it was damn funny. We did a Love Drunk sandwich, and even had a can of Red Bull by the side! :D And of course, our wristbands stacked up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Martin will see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YES. Us at HMV = girls in screaming fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First floor, the moment we stepped in, we saw it. And ran to grab a copy. But no one bought it of course. Amalina was considering it though. HAHAHA. It was there on the second floor as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ion, we were walking past this Starhub shop, when Nat saw MTV's World Stage Live In Malaysia's Behind the Scenes playing. We ran in, stood there in the empty shop and watched. Obviously we screamed when Martin or BLG came on screen. The guy behing the counter was like staring at us. :D Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And in Borders and HMV. Whenever we saw the Jonas Brothers CDs, we covered them with BLG CDs or any other bands whose CDs are the nearest to them. Ashley Tisdale too. :D I don't really hate them, but I love BLG more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Girls like us are so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have I said this? But I'm really proud of what BLG has achieved these three years. They're still power-pop/ pop-rock, but in a different sound now. And they're actually recognised here. I really feel very happy for them when I see hear their songs play on the radio, or see their album in stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the badge sales are doing great. And this is only locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class tee though, I might have a problem. -.- Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be dying of cancer now. My aunt's celebrating her 60th birthday this Sunday. Please wish her well, everyone. I'm afraid this will be her last birthday on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when it comes to her, I feel so fucking conflicted. I mean, yes, okay, she's a sick person. But sometimes I think that she should move into a hospice instead. Our home is just not well-equipped enough to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I beat myself up for thinking that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my other aunt about work. Coz I wanna work this year end. She works in Isetan, so I might get to do something there. I'm considering others though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shit I'm supposed to be studying Geog now. AAAAAAH. Okay byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4998512955292626507?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4998512955292626507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4998512955292626507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4998512955292626507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4998512955292626507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you-give-me-one-more-minute.html' title='Would you give me one more minute?'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5884405717327784455</id><published>2009-09-08T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:42:33.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little train to the heart;</title><content type='html'>So yes! After many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt;, days of counting down, BLG's new album is finally out! (Well, HMV decided to be evil and started selling it yesterday, but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, tomorrow's Martin's birthday, and TMS' first outing! Ion Orchard here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great, really, to have something you started achieve so much in a span of 7 months or so. There's this great sense of satisfaction, especially when you've put in so much effort to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do appreciate the support and enthusiasm you guys have given me. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my day slacking, so I'm going back to hit the books. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5884405717327784455?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5884405717327784455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5884405717327784455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5884405717327784455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5884405717327784455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-train-to-heart.html' title='Little train to the heart;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6194968753487368870</id><published>2009-09-03T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:52:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling sick, girl you're so contagious;</title><content type='html'>So I downloaded the whole of Love Drunk already. Can't say I'm proud of myself, but hey, I spent hundreds on them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are pretty good. Just that some of the choruses are downright irritating. But you can tell that S*A*M &amp;amp; Sluggo are good producers. They produce those hyperactive songs that are &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;BLG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the slow songs are pretty good. Go, sounds like something Bob Dylan would sing. Hahaha. But after all, The Wallflowers is one of Martin's favourite bands, and Bob Dylan's son is lead there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my stuffffff! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is week is coming to an end. YESSS. The mugger subjects are almost all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths tomorrow. ONLY. Should i go get the AP mag tomorrow? Hmmm. I think I should huh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6194968753487368870?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6194968753487368870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6194968753487368870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6194968753487368870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6194968753487368870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-sick-girl-youre-so.html' title='I&apos;m feeling sick, girl you&apos;re so contagious;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2130598495741405328</id><published>2009-08-30T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:33:29.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be love drunk;</title><content type='html'>I'm damn stoked for Love Drunk! I don't know if I can keep myself from listening to the songs people upload on Youtube! Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I was watching MTV World Stage Live In Malaysia on Friday. And my mom actually asked me, "Why you never ask me to go!" SHE WOULD HAVE LET ME GOOOO! OMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I told her about October anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 MORE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day tomorrow. Then home to study. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gtg now, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2130598495741405328?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2130598495741405328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2130598495741405328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2130598495741405328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2130598495741405328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-used-to-be-love-drunk.html' title='I used to be love drunk;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-661568192255070276</id><published>2009-08-28T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:45:27.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think of you and everything's okay;</title><content type='html'>BOYSLIKEGIRLS ON MTV LIVE IN MALAYSIA TONIGHT AT 8PMMMMMMM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been excruciatingly long since I last came on here. Hee. Sorry, I've been too busy working on TMS. Have a major sale going on now. Being an entrepreneur is fun! Hahah! But I guess it's only when you're doing it because you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and do my Xinmin A Maths paper. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Martin said that they're coming here in October. BADBADBAD TIMING! The whole Singapore won' be able to make it coz we ALL have EOYs or Os or As. ROOOOOOAAAAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was so funny on Sunday. He tried to sign up for the Ywav Wii thing. My dad's 50+ by the way. Haha he totally got rejected by Bell. -sniggers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Two Is Better Than One ft Taylor Swift has leaked. It's nice, yet sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows where I can take html crash courses at the end of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go now. Study first before I go high tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths was shit today. I just hope I'll pass. Honestly, our school sets sky-high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-661568192255070276?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/661568192255070276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=661568192255070276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/661568192255070276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/661568192255070276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-of-you-and-everythings-okay.html' title='I think of you and everything&apos;s okay;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8775096994574645333</id><published>2009-08-13T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:36:12.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars they'll kill my eyes;</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago TMS discovered another new song, and we totally went ballistic over it. Like crazy. But it's damn good. Only 25 more days! I can't wait for my autographed CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I danced my legs off. But it's good, at least the class got the steps. :D Shake shake, shake shake, shake it! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only like 10+ days to my prelims but I can't find the time to study. I shall start after posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Yeah right. I don't feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie has landed in hospital again. Please pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLG's in Malaysia now. A freaking few hours away. #$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the spammer, 'martin': Please, just leave me alone. I don't know how you find the time to do these things. It's just too bad my blog's not very frequented by everyone huh? Just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get very frustrated over things very easily these days. The stress is kicking in. Music, is probably my only escape right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapism. Doesn't everyone feel like doing that sometime? From studies, life or friends. Yet deep inside we know that running away from the problem won't solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really conflicted at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should probably go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that some of your friends are really shallow? How they don't actually really care about you? FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, FML stands for For My Life!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8775096994574645333?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8775096994574645333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8775096994574645333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8775096994574645333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8775096994574645333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/08/stars-theyll-kill-my-eyes.html' title='Stars they&apos;ll kill my eyes;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1296619390408200465</id><published>2009-08-08T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:11:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Using Martin's name to post such lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked for it, fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1296619390408200465?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1296619390408200465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1296619390408200465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1296619390408200465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1296619390408200465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/08/using-martins-name-to-post-such-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4548918286684179644</id><published>2009-08-06T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:53:27.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But that's again so wrong;</title><content type='html'>Why is this page always screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my school's NDP celebrations. :D Yay. We've come up with so many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bringing my guitar to school tomorrow, so that we can jam together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my prelims are in 3 weeks, but I'm not studying yet! D: But everything seems to be in my brain already coz we've been doing so many mock exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid for my Love Drunk stuff. :D Should be getting them in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go now, more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faceboko is screwed too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4548918286684179644?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4548918286684179644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4548918286684179644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4548918286684179644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4548918286684179644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-thats-again-so-wrong.html' title='But that&apos;s again so wrong;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-369796551923967990</id><published>2009-07-30T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:03:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it;</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's been a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Drunk in 40 days, and the MV in 3! Absolutely stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy. I mean, everyone is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong was good. I mean, really good. It was the first time, even though I didn't know ALL of the songs, that I connected to the concert. &lt;b&gt;You Hold Me Now&lt;/b&gt; was absolutely enlightening. I think it spoke to a lot of people. I cried that night, like torrents of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, BLG's going to Malaysia on 15th Aug!!!!!!!! PLEASE COME HERE I BEG OF YOUUUU. By then, Lady GaGa's concert and Keane's concert would have ended. SO PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO COMEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to eat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Shake It for PE. HAHAHA. It would be fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-369796551923967990?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/369796551923967990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=369796551923967990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/369796551923967990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/369796551923967990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/07/shake-it.html' title='Shake it;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5926372483151628257</id><published>2009-07-22T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:54:20.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm like, hot damn;</title><content type='html'>The page is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today we had our listening compre exam. The first song that played was 'Memories' from Cats! I love the musical. But it was in some other language though. After that they played Beethoven and Mozart, I nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship's new album seems nice. But I need to save up for Love Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Selena Gomez's birthday? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter last Saturday. It was good, but it didn't satisfy the book. Draco is growing ever-hotter by the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried when Dumbledore died! I was obviously expecting it, but I never thought I'd get so emotional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, Chemistry tuition tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong this Saturday. I wonder what's it gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go and do my maths now. It deproved sharply. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5926372483151628257?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5926372483151628257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5926372483151628257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5926372483151628257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5926372483151628257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-im-like-hot-damn.html' title='And I&apos;m like, hot damn;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3294635971208953679</id><published>2009-07-13T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:15:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHHAAAAAAT;</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Finally, and most upsetting, is the &lt;em&gt;absence &lt;/em&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;The Battle at&lt;br /&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dumbledore’s funeral.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Yates explains, “The reason why we left out the Battle at Hogwarts is&lt;br /&gt;because we have a battle at Hogwarts in the seventh film and we are avoiding&lt;br /&gt;repetition. Dumbledore’s funeral was something that I really loved and is a&lt;br /&gt;fantastic part of the book and part of me would have loved it in the film. But&lt;br /&gt;we decided that while we loved it that what we came up with was the right ending&lt;br /&gt;for the film that we had made.” Considering how fans have reacted to changed&lt;br /&gt;endings in the past, I’m guessing an alternate ending won’t go over well. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-movie/harry-potter-fans-nervous-abou-1494.aspx"&gt;http://www.buddytv.com/articles/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-movie/harry-potter-fans-nervous-abou-1494.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AND DIE. WHAT IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY CAN'T JUST CHANGE IT?!???!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. DAVID YATES YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT FOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE OR ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER FANS AND J.K. ROWLING HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FUCKING UPSET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3294635971208953679?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3294635971208953679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3294635971208953679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3294635971208953679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3294635971208953679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/07/whhaaaaaat.html' title='WHHAAAAAAT;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-812689787039557396</id><published>2009-07-10T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:47:40.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll spend another rollercoaster ride;</title><content type='html'>This morning, I woke up to Adam Lambert's No Boundaries for the second time in a month. Annoying, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was killer today. Our teacher made us run 10 rounds round the parade square, then sprinting, then Suicide. I feel so unfit, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting back allll our papers on Monday. It's gonna be one helluva depressing day. I just hope that I don't do badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's difficult to talk about your ambitions and results in front of your friends. Everyone will just end up describing how theirs are worse than mine, when I say that I did badly. It's not a nice feeling, esp when I'm feeling down in the dumps. I don't need consolation, I just need understanding. I don't really have anyone else to tell. Everyone has their own set of goals, just respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Tomorrow's A Math class is for those C5 and below only, and I'M ONE OF THEM. I hate my CT results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope there's YWAV tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-812689787039557396?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/812689787039557396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=812689787039557396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/812689787039557396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/812689787039557396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-spend-another-rollercoaster-ride.html' title='We&apos;ll spend another rollercoaster ride;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7592728846312647483</id><published>2009-07-01T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:57:13.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know this could be something;</title><content type='html'>I have two new songs from BLG to go crazy over now. And they're polar opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Is Better Than One&lt;/strong&gt; is pleasure, and heartbreak all at the same time. Martin's vocals are just simply, &lt;em&gt;pure&lt;/em&gt; in that song. And it's recorded live mind you, so no hanky-panky edits. As Kidd Kraddick said, &lt;em&gt;'It's so personal.' &lt;/em&gt;You actually experience the song, not just hear it. It's simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't change too much in the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's finally the last paper. And my chinese teacher wants a remedial oral lesson. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I accompanied Nicole, with Mun Yee and Zanita to go buy her guitar. Went to Peninsular Shopping Centre. And I finally got my capo! There are so many more tabs/chords that sound good now I have it, hahaha. It was so silly, the lady brought down two brands, one Dunlop, and the other some cheena brand. The Dunlop one was going at &lt;strong&gt;$20&lt;/strong&gt; and the cheena one at &lt;strong&gt;$7&lt;/strong&gt;! And they are exactly the same. So I bought the cheena one, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guy was like, playing stuff to test the guitar, he as practically showing off la. -.- He was solo-ing with the acoustic. He looks like he belonged to a band before. HAHAHA. But he had the knowledge la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brands are weird though. Some of the electric guitars there looked like those from Gibson, but they weren't! Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoked for Love Drunk. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7592728846312647483?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7592728846312647483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7592728846312647483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7592728846312647483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7592728846312647483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-this-could-be-something.html' title='You know this could be something;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6250453841853610020</id><published>2009-06-29T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:49:45.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll love you forever;</title><content type='html'>AAAAHHHHH listening to BLG on Kidd Kraddick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Drunk sounds so much nicer in there. You can hear the pounding of the bass drums so damn clearly, and the guitars sounds so much more crisp. Everything's just beautiful. It sets your heart on fire, your head banging to the beat. &lt;em&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6250453841853610020?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6250453841853610020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6250453841853610020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6250453841853610020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6250453841853610020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-love-you-forever.html' title='I&apos;ll love you forever;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1119492235479606092</id><published>2009-06-27T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:06:44.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be love drunk;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOVE DRUNK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top down in the summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;The day we met was like a hit and run&lt;br /&gt;And I still taste it on my tongue (taste it on my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;The sky was burning up like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;You made me want you oh so bad it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But girl, in case you haven’t heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m hung over&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever&lt;br /&gt;(Forever is over)&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night&lt;br /&gt;But now’s just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don’t call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;There’s just one thing &lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;That would make me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m hung over&lt;br /&gt;Loved you forever,&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot sweat and blurry eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll spend another rollercoaster ride the world&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in black and white&lt;br /&gt;You drove me crazy every time we touched&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m so broken that I can’t get up&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, you make me such a lush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;All the bullshit she put me through&lt;br /&gt;I’m checking into rehab coz everything that we had&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean a thing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated lyrics of the song. GO LISTEN TO IT NOW I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like replaying it everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1119492235479606092?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1119492235479606092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1119492235479606092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1119492235479606092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1119492235479606092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-used-to-be-love-drunk_27.html' title='I used to be love drunk;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1738401348341042811</id><published>2009-06-26T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:29:32.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot sweat and blurry eyes;</title><content type='html'>From crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg &lt;strong&gt;Love Drunk&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BOMB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; man. I am totally in love, or more in love, if that's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AND LISTEN TO IT NOWNOWNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1738401348341042811?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1738401348341042811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1738401348341042811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1738401348341042811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1738401348341042811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-sweat-and-blurry-eyes.html' title='Hot sweat and blurry eyes;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5120018189546794604</id><published>2009-06-23T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:01:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me want you;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;oh so bad it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying. Like really. I've been slacking for the past few days, it's not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to my books now. I just wish the people upstairs would stop banging on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Drunk's gonna be on BLG's Myspace on 26th June! That is coincidentally Sam's birthday. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5120018189546794604?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5120018189546794604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5120018189546794604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5120018189546794604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5120018189546794604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-made-me-want-you.html' title='You made me want you;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7814106187921519501</id><published>2009-06-21T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:28:47.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be love drunk;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Drunk: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oO4eH0RxbNM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oO4eH0RxbNM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-Heart-Heartbreak: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oIQnzF3fHs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oIQnzF3fHs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; good okay. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE ALBUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for better quality videos, but I'll download these first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-Heart-Heartbreak sounds like It's My Life by Bon Jovi in some instances. Hmm. BUT WHATEVER I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THAT I CAN'T TYPE PROPERLYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the icon at the sidebar is too big, but I don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARE YOU READY FOR A HEART-HEART-HEARTBREAK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7814106187921519501?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7814106187921519501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7814106187921519501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7814106187921519501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7814106187921519501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-used-to-be-love-drunk.html' title='I used to be love drunk;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2035609140496857805</id><published>2009-06-11T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:45:13.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tell your boyfriend;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really have to start mugging seriously. Like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to KBOX with some of my friends on Tuesday. The bomb man. It was damn fun. The Cheena people stopped singing at the end so Nicole and I totally spammed it with English songs. Love Story got us screaming, Martin Johnson's sexy voice got &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;screaming in ecstasy. They only have Hero/Heroine there for some reason. But at least it's the later MV! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that my voice lasted the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really want the end of the year to come. Skip the Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert really is gay. The Muttons said that he had a crush on Kris Allen?! That's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been useless. I feel like dying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my toenails are black with white polka dots. Nat's masterpiece. It's quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Prison Break soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2035609140496857805?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2035609140496857805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2035609140496857805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2035609140496857805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2035609140496857805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-tell-your-boyfriend.html' title='You tell your boyfriend;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6209987193258519608</id><published>2009-06-06T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:49:33.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest sin;</title><content type='html'>AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the sweetest dream last night about Paul from BoysLikeGirls. Or rather, I was &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have this impression that he's nicer than Martin. Which I think is true. He's like the more matured one, whereas the rest of them act like kids. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it started at this, carnival of some sort. The whole ywav was there for some reason, and they performed! But it was only Martin and Paul, an acoustic set. And then for some reaon, Martin stopped singing, and Paul took over. So he was singing solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy can he sing. But we all know that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scene changed, we (Paul and I) were outside the 'building' (I have no idea where that came from.) It was only two of us, but we did some good talking. I don't know, it didn't feel like a fan-idol kinda relationship, but something more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was drunk somewhere at the corner.&lt;em&gt; Party Marty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice feeling though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHH. I left out some juicy details, I don't want everyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, the team crashed Jolin's house for more Wii. It was damn high. We played her Olympics game, and we unlocked so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms hurt for two days after that though. Couldn't lift it above my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday, a few of us crashed MinYee's house. Honestly, I didn't know what we were there for. But her house is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played pool and won, and played pingpong with MinYee's brother. My arms hurt even more after that. And my right thigh muscle ached. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go to KBOX yesterday, but it's pushed to Tuesday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I tweeted through my phone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It's a sweet, sweet day for a sweet sixteen. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6209987193258519608?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6209987193258519608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6209987193258519608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6209987193258519608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6209987193258519608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweetest-sin.html' title='The sweetest sin;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3595770704910920885</id><published>2009-06-01T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:26:53.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit longer;</title><content type='html'>Today was O LEVEL CHINESE. Gosh, I feel depressed just thinking about it. STUPID CLOZE PASSAGE. &lt;em&gt;Fuck Chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over now, so there's no point looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, I went to watch Night At The Museum 2 with Nat, Sheena and Zanita. Before the show however, Sheena and I were in total bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where's the HBP trailer! (I was just kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the scary looking WB sign comes on-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-SCREAMS-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the trailer did screen! I can officially read the future. Sheena and I were so damn high, and I seriously screamed when Draco's face appeared. The family a few seats down were remarking, &lt;em&gt;'So rude.' &lt;/em&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm so excited over a HP film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was quite good. The Jo Bros were there! Haha so bloody cute, they were the three cupids flying around. And I love the red balloon poodle that was bouncing around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, crashing Jolin's house tomorrow for more Wii and Mahjong! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a shoulderache from writing my compo today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BLG's supposed to finish recording their album today! Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3595770704910920885?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3595770704910920885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3595770704910920885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3595770704910920885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3595770704910920885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bit-longer.html' title='A little bit longer;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5195947471290628271</id><published>2009-05-29T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:26:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got a boyfriend;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Sh-4M7gG4cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zpNi9q05kyQ/s1600-h/l_51c0f56d41f84d36b4464ed54359ac62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341190215354999234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Sh-4M7gG4cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zpNi9q05kyQ/s320/l_51c0f56d41f84d36b4464ed54359ac62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't they just fucking sexy?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering if the song that kept playing in the background of the studio update from NYC is the Love Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a photoshoot for the record today, or yesterday. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope they don't get the swine flu, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days to Chinese Os. And I'm not feeling a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of my Chinese Intensive. We did the loudest &lt;strong&gt;YUM SENG! A1!&lt;/strong&gt; today. And A1 it is, though I'm only really expecting a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm looking forward to the first week of the holidays. But I need to mug like hell after that. Can't let my good grades I've gotten so far go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that mugging does help, and that's coming from someone who can't really sit still for hours to mug. Oh well, this will just be another challenge, won't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went absolutely crazy when I heard about the new single yesterday. Started swearing for some reason too. HAHA. I think I still haven't gotten over it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are a number of S'poreans joining TeamBLG, but I guess TMS makes up most, if not all, of it. I want to do something, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Felton aka Draco Malfoy is 2nd on Mr Twitter Universe! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5195947471290628271?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5195947471290628271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5195947471290628271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5195947471290628271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5195947471290628271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-got-boyfriend.html' title='She&apos;s got a boyfriend;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Sh-4M7gG4cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zpNi9q05kyQ/s72-c/l_51c0f56d41f84d36b4464ed54359ac62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3953044450312375335</id><published>2009-05-28T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:54:40.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm heels over head;</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news! I just got accepted in TeamBLG! Well I suppose they won't really refuse anyone from this part of the world. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome man, I can finally contribute something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chinese Intensive this week has been fun! Today, MinYee and Sheena were camwhoring, so I popped into some of the photos. Just one more day left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Os in 4 days. I'm improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, I need to do my chinese, byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3953044450312375335?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3953044450312375335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3953044450312375335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3953044450312375335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3953044450312375335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-im-heels-over-head.html' title='Now I&apos;m heels over head;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8286349750381529628</id><published>2009-05-22T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:16:32.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so cute;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So won't you come to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went high with 恋爱达人 in class. Was damn funny. I think Chinese Intensive has tampered with our English-speaking brains so much that we are in love with Chinese now. Go lao shi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I happened to chance upon E! News just now and they were just beginning their Harry Potter exclusive! I went crazy when the trailer showed, more scenes of Draco duelling with Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to Chinese Os. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline tomorrow, I shall wear my BLG tee to make Nat jealous. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class phototaking was hilarious. Rachel Tan went to make a cardboard bikini bod for Mrs Yip to 'wear' for the fun shot! :D I'm going to buy every single photo, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent received the BLG mixes already. I CAN'T WAIIIIITTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September, come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I FINALLY GOT MY &lt;strong&gt;A2&lt;/strong&gt; FOR SOCIAL STUDIES AHAHAHAHA I'M SO BLOODY HAPPY I COULD KISS THE FLOOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believed I topped the class for English Paper 2... Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's World Turtle Day! Kiss your turtles everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8286349750381529628?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8286349750381529628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8286349750381529628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8286349750381529628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8286349750381529628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-so-cute.html' title='You&apos;re so cute;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4222151125281321844</id><published>2009-05-21T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:35:05.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the missing piece I need;</title><content type='html'>Chinese Intensive is some fun, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty entertaining, some girls from C3 were joking all the way through, but we were still productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM SENG! A1!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back my English Paper 2 today. &lt;strong&gt;OOONNNEEE freaking mark to A1! &lt;/strong&gt;Actually half, but they don't give halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did well, yes. I think I'm going to get an A2 overall though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my aunt's in hospital again, and I'm not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was badminton phototaking! Hahaha, it was quite funny. My butt was half off the chair though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the Wii Music actually is available for us to use. -.- I want to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back SS paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to bathe now byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4222151125281321844?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4222151125281321844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4222151125281321844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4222151125281321844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4222151125281321844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-missing-piece-i-need.html' title='You&apos;re the missing piece I need;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6977828380844894321</id><published>2009-05-19T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:58:54.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll make the great escape;</title><content type='html'>I think we are being misled. Wiki sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you have seen it, Wikipedia says that BLG's new album will be called Due Or Die. I think it's &lt;strong&gt;WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came from Martinsays, and Martin said, &lt;em&gt;"record due or die: june 1"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where it comes from now? I think those people don't know English. I think it means, the record is &lt;em&gt;due &lt;/em&gt;on June 1st, if not they'll &lt;em&gt;die.&lt;/em&gt; You know, that kinda thing. I don't think Martin will leak such information out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's such a weird album name, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I think, it may be true, I don't know. If it is, then well, I'll be &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; happy for them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't waiiiittttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to Japan in early August, so if they're coming here, it better be then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6977828380844894321?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6977828380844894321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6977828380844894321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6977828380844894321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6977828380844894321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-make-great-escape.html' title='We&apos;ll make the great escape;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2713643211182858910</id><published>2009-05-13T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:44:26.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a hard candy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;with a surprise centre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa 901st post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Angels &amp;amp; Demons' premiere! I feel like watching, but I guess my parents will rent the dvd to watch at home. It's more economical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin announced that the album's only coming out in September. :( That's a &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;long wait. It's...4 months from now! And they're touring in June. What is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying hard they won't come to Singapore just yet. PLEASEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin is HOT in a skinny tie. He always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Chinese intensive for the next two weeks. Die. 19 days to Chinese O levels. DIE. How am I supposed to improve in 19 days! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk past the next block on my way home, sometimes I hear someone playing the guitar. Usually, it's an acoustic, but today, it was an electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am making money by busking in class. Must expand my guitar book. Maybe I should start charging for lessons. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's picking up the guitar now, which is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my nose killed me. I used more than 3 packets of tissue, but once I started walking to Cheers, it stopped. Tsk, and I thought I was going to get an MC for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax guys, I'm not having the swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to bathe, then chinese. God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2713643211182858910?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2713643211182858910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2713643211182858910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2713643211182858910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2713643211182858910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-hard-candy.html' title='Like a hard candy,'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7133710073172120566</id><published>2009-05-09T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:53:00.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the waters I will test;</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of a laaazy weekend for me. I don't have MYEs, for now, so HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, my friends will have the last laugh when I tell them I can't go out with them during the hols. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hooked on to Sims again. Nicole, all your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mothers' Day tomorrow, suggestions, anyone? I can't think of what to make for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got tuition tomorrow. #$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still waiting for the confirmation of BLG's album. Tsk, when is it going to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday MeiHui! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel 5's showing Over The Hedge tonight. The hedgehog in the ad was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7133710073172120566?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7133710073172120566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7133710073172120566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7133710073172120566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7133710073172120566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-waters-i-will-test.html' title='So the waters I will test;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6268342066411198198</id><published>2009-05-07T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:24:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I touched and I was burnt;</title><content type='html'>SS is overrrrrrr. Let's celebrate everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to study for the Os. I'm already all stressed up as it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fmylife.com is funny. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Allison is out already! I mean she has a good voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gtg now bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6268342066411198198?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6268342066411198198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6268342066411198198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6268342066411198198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6268342066411198198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-touched-and-i-was-burnt.html' title='I touched and I was burnt;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7153098525809722156</id><published>2009-05-06T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:54:08.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your loving hands;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to come and pick me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS is killing my brain cells, and I'm sure, everyone else's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lessons resume tomorrow! What is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playing the guitar. HEH. Sorry but I'm not a marathon mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my aunt, her operation's on the 12th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to go back to work now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7153098525809722156?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7153098525809722156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7153098525809722156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7153098525809722156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7153098525809722156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-your-loving-hands.html' title='I need your loving hands;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6384140142126024440</id><published>2009-05-05T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:19:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is you;</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from studying for a while, will going back to my books in 10 mins or so. What a sad, sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the previous post, no, it wasn't suicidal. I was just talking about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to improve my chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking temperature twice a day is irritating me. Yes I know it's for our own good and everything, but gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6384140142126024440?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6384140142126024440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6384140142126024440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6384140142126024440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6384140142126024440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-need-is-you.html' title='All I need is you;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2888702285018316641</id><published>2009-05-04T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:29:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So why can't you see?</title><content type='html'>Where is that BLG song that Muttons promised to play for some listener? I'm waitingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed, Half Blood Prince is premiering in Singapore on the 16th of July. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BLG's new album will not be long after that! YAY. July will be a great month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had a beautiful dream about you and me. You were singing your songs with the guitar and we had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I caved in. I decided I couldn't do this alone, and that I needed help. I prayed to God to just, take it all away. And He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fulfill my end of the promise now. Goodbye, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2888702285018316641?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2888702285018316641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2888702285018316641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2888702285018316641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2888702285018316641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-why-cant-you-see.html' title='So why can&apos;t you see?'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3375104496775027811</id><published>2009-05-02T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:16:53.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories;</title><content type='html'>I watched Cats yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not have been value for money, coz we were sitting like on the third level and we couldn't see the faces of the performers. But it was good, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I love sexbombs. Remember The Rum Tum Tugger? Oh yes he was bloody sexy on stage. Had plenty of photo opportunities, but we couldn't take photos. But he totally owned the stage man. He garnered the loudest appalause and cat calls at the end of the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;em&gt;in love&lt;/em&gt; with their voices man. Munkustrap and RTT's voices were pristine. Though the actress for Grisabella did not sing Memories very well, it was still generally good. I can never get how their voices are so powerful even though they're dancing and turning and whatever on stage. The dancing was excellent though. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to go for Ywav now, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3375104496775027811?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3375104496775027811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3375104496775027811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3375104496775027811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3375104496775027811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/05/memories.html' title='Memories;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6275302214032027194</id><published>2009-04-30T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:02:38.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are people,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and sometimes it doesn't work out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol results are disturbing. Yes I took the short cut and checked the net. Adam Lambert is in the Bottom 3?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pffffffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I earned 20cents from busking in class. Was playing Zuo En's guitar, and after a few songs, Sheena threw in 20cents into the guitar. So I took it out and kept it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English MYE was okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching AI now byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6275302214032027194?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6275302214032027194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6275302214032027194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6275302214032027194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6275302214032027194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-are-people.html' title='People are people,'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-1335942963592758013</id><published>2009-04-28T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:47:35.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had the world figured out;</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my Bio now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm listening to Taylor Swift and doing this. &lt;em&gt;She wears high heels I wear sneakers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost mid week, are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I wished that things would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard people talking about you. I think they realised I was there, and listening. The things I heard weren't pleasant. What's wrong? Why have you changed so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I believed that you still loved me. But after all, it was a delusion. Of course you don't. I've missed the chance. Yesterday was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was annoyed. Some fair-weather friend you are. You say you need me, but I never asked to be someone you can rant at. I have my own set of problems to worry about; this world is not &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; only about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will hold better things. Tomorrow will show me that I'm not living in hell. Tomorrow, please have mercy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't believe you baby like I did, before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-1335942963592758013?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/1335942963592758013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=1335942963592758013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1335942963592758013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/1335942963592758013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-world-figured-out.html' title='Had the world figured out;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6907895331476995416</id><published>2009-04-26T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:59:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And everything's gonna be alright;</title><content type='html'>OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio Update #3: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUXmtj7Jetc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUXmtj7Jetc&lt;/a&gt; You can hear the parts of their new songs in the background! :D I'm so fucking &lt;strong&gt;stoked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin hates the computer now. TSK. That's not very gooooooood dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I fucking hate Twitter.'&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Martin seems a little moody, compared to #2. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something. Watch the video, and tell me who the guy at the end is. Is it Elijah Wood? Coz it really looks like him, and what, &lt;em&gt;8 oscars, 1 movie&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it don't make sense. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weekend is coming to an end &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be a short week guys, woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6907895331476995416?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6907895331476995416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6907895331476995416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6907895331476995416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6907895331476995416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-everythings-gonna-be-alright.html' title='And everything&apos;s gonna be alright;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-7395904143280693187</id><published>2009-04-24T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:04:12.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart-heart-heartbreak;</title><content type='html'>Found some interesting stuff about BLG's new album. All on MartinSayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored. Finished studying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English oral and MYE is next weeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was absolutely horrible. 5 tests in 5 days. I came home at 8.40pm yesterday and I was already half dead. As a result, my homework that night was terribly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! My phone hanged on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope next week will be a little less stressful. I feel like a zombie already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sweared out loud twice this week. Once because of the heat, the other my chinese teacher today. Something is wrong with me, I don't usually do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking forward to BLG's new albummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. The &lt;strong&gt;HBP trailer&lt;/strong&gt; will be aired on Channel 5 tomorrow at 8.55pm! WATCHWATCHWATCH! Whenever they play the advertisement, which is usually at 10.30pm, I &lt;em&gt;scream&lt;/em&gt;. And my hands reach out to grab air whenever Draco appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHAHAHA. He's so bloody fantastically hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've watched the trailer on YouTube already, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ghost Whisperer is on. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know I'm a wimp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-7395904143280693187?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/7395904143280693187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=7395904143280693187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7395904143280693187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/7395904143280693187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-heart-heartbreak.html' title='heart-heart-heartbreak;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-6158816484328833286</id><published>2009-04-20T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:23:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was younger,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I used to be wild.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked on to Read Between The Lines again. I've watched it like twice today. I don't know why, but it really energises me and makes me feel so much happier. They're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone noticed my BLG hoodie today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this week is test week. I was studying so much on Saturday and Sunday that my thumb hurts from writing so much now. I can't grab things properly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel satisfied studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to enjoy myself now, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-6158816484328833286?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/6158816484328833286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=6158816484328833286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6158816484328833286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/6158816484328833286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-was-younger.html' title='When I was younger,'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-3932650800811200200</id><published>2009-04-17T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:26:08.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we know it's never simple,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;never easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the team to Seoul Garden today! I'm getting bored of the food. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!  &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUdFnK5snTI" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUdFnK5sn&lt;/a&gt; HBP's new trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More scenes of Draco this time. I'm so stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day tomorrow, then going out to celebrate Huiyan's birthday. I'm getting broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy it's Friday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to go play now, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-3932650800811200200?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/3932650800811200200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=3932650800811200200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3932650800811200200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/3932650800811200200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-we-know-its-never-simple.html' title='And we know it&apos;s never simple,'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5203342696459209924</id><published>2009-04-16T17:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:51:25.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Hall Drug;</title><content type='html'>The last post was the 888th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY today I went to collect my merch from MeiHui! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rrGqovI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6hHiX_yhMQk/s1600-h/Image0067%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325222536159077106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rrGqovI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6hHiX_yhMQk/s200/Image0067%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My BLG shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rUl4HGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EknbFX0c57U/s1600-h/Image0069%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325222530115968098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rUl4HGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EknbFX0c57U/s200/Image0069%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Larger view of design.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rcnVEzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/upcZcDGbi1Y/s1600-h/Image0068%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325222532269544242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rcnVEzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/upcZcDGbi1Y/s200/Image0068%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoodie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rIj5ERI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yqY4GMKwyf8/s1600-h/Image0068%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325222526886416658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rIj5ERI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yqY4GMKwyf8/s200/Image0068%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wristbands. They're rather small.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my stuff. I got them all in the right sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end school at 12.30 tomorrow! The team's gonna go to Seoul to eat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah okay I got to go now byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5203342696459209924?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5203342696459209924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5203342696459209924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5203342696459209924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5203342696459209924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/dance-hall-drug.html' title='Dance Hall Drug;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/Seb9rrGqovI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6hHiX_yhMQk/s72-c/Image0067%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-5565355892397605365</id><published>2009-04-15T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:11:48.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look like an angel;</title><content type='html'>Hellooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to collect my merch today, but MeiHui couldn't make it, so we're trying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol on tonight! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week's drawing to a close and I'm happy. But next week is test week, so GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end at 12.30 on friday! Team lunchhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is getting addictive again. WOOHOO. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay need to go bathe now byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-5565355892397605365?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/5565355892397605365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=5565355892397605365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5565355892397605365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/5565355892397605365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-like-angel.html' title='Look like an angel;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-634974760185342022</id><published>2009-04-11T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:29:27.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding on to patience wearing thin;</title><content type='html'>Jfdsfghjdotgeuhyfb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking bored at home that I can seriously kill myself doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I'm going to go out with Siran tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to study later, if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, Daddy and I are going to watch Wanted. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I'll study tomorrow night then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says I'm useless coz I don't dare to watch ghost movies. :( But he doesn't watch any either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the creeps, and then I can't sleep at night. And sleep is very important to me, so I can't deprive myself of it just because of some silly ghost. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY MERCHANDISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay need to bathe now byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-634974760185342022?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/634974760185342022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=634974760185342022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/634974760185342022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/634974760185342022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/holding-on-to-patience-wearing-thin.html' title='Holding on to patience wearing thin;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8774654258265903555</id><published>2009-04-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:38:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching Martin and Paul on the 5:19 show cheers me up so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8774654258265903555?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8774654258265903555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8774654258265903555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8774654258265903555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8774654258265903555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-martin-and-paul-on-519-show.html' title=''/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-4596860022399162171</id><published>2009-04-10T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:57:22.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You could be my scene;</title><content type='html'>Mommy's in Tokyo now, looking at the cherry blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's flying back onboard the A380!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, Tom Felton took Jade to Rome for her birthday. *$#% I'm JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I saw the movie poster for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on the movie pages on the newspaper. It's going to be released on 16th July! &lt;strong&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the newspaper too, the actor for Vincent Crabbe in HP was arrested for drug possession. No wonder he looks confused half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that so many things happen on set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so bored at home. I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesterday they unveiled the details for our Grad Night. It's going to be at the Meritus Mandarin on the 17th of November. And the theme is &lt;strong&gt;Moulin Rouge.&lt;/strong&gt; I think I'll be wearing a red dress. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting, yet there's this huge barrier called the O LEVELS standing in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-4596860022399162171?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/4596860022399162171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=4596860022399162171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4596860022399162171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/4596860022399162171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-could-be-my-scene.html' title='You could be my scene;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8060862651443361546</id><published>2009-04-09T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:07:22.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the last straw;</title><content type='html'>1. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up.&lt;br /&gt;- Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;- Computer.&lt;br /&gt;- Calculator&lt;br /&gt;- Books&lt;br /&gt;- Stationery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Comb my bangs front?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;My Maldives Sundiving shirt and FBTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your most favorite place to visit in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Martin's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anything that made you think deeply about lately?&lt;br /&gt;O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is one word you would use to describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BoysLikeGirls&lt;/strong&gt;/Martin Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the last thing you ate today?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;People pronouncing words wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What web sites do you usually visit when you go online?&lt;br /&gt;My blog, MartinSays, TheMartinSayers, Facebook, Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;My typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think about before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the last CD you "bought"?&lt;br /&gt;BoysLikeGirls Deluxe Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite type of weather and why?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?&lt;br /&gt;The guitar. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Worst feature?&lt;br /&gt;My jaw, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Best feature?&lt;br /&gt;My character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your fav-song-of-the-mo and why?&lt;br /&gt;White Horse- Taylor Swift, and any other BLG song, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a long weekend. I want to go out desperately, but all my friends have pangseh-ed me for their own stuff! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my merchhhh MeiHui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just set a new highscore on Geo Challenge. Nearing HuiYan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next week is filled with tests and mock exams. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8060862651443361546?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8060862651443361546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8060862651443361546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8060862651443361546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8060862651443361546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-last-straw.html' title='This is the last straw;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2782941003648647505</id><published>2009-04-06T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:45:37.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That face of an angel;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;comes out just when you need it to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that I'm gonna have a long weekend this week. And I can skip the longest day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go out on Saturday. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoyJoy's advertisement is so disturbing. Really. You know that constipated lady half-squatting at her desk and making those noises? Yes, that. It's damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like finished the tapioca chips. -.- With Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to sleep soon, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2782941003648647505?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2782941003648647505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2782941003648647505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2782941003648647505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2782941003648647505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-face-of-angel.html' title='That face of an angel;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-8887826458453208038</id><published>2009-04-02T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:06:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed over Math.</title><content type='html'>Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing my Math tuition homework just now, (completely on proving identities) and I could only do like, 10% of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I think it's time I had a wake up call. This is O Level year. &lt;em&gt;The &lt;/em&gt;year. I can't take chances with this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only have one bonus point for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. This means I have to score 6 points to get into the school I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's gonna be a really tough challenge. I recall a conversation I had with Nat a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-counting L1R5 for CTs-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -stares at score- Die.&lt;br /&gt;Nat: -stares at her score- Die.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How?&lt;br /&gt;Nat: How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever gone beyond 25 for my L1R5, for any exam. This may mean my parents have to meet the teachers, which has never happened in my entire Crescent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; year. I will get 6 points. Come on Diane, work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please help me through this year. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-8887826458453208038?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/8887826458453208038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=8887826458453208038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8887826458453208038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/8887826458453208038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/depressed-over-math.html' title='Depressed over Math.'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-2793046499897849077</id><published>2009-04-02T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:18:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love story;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;baby just say yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Ong owes me her Fearless CD. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Thursday! One more day to the weekend! At least this week's an even week, it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my common test results, and like &lt;em&gt;sheeeeit&lt;/em&gt; I didn't do well. So far, my L1R5 is &lt;strong&gt;28&lt;/strong&gt;. Twenty-eight. Can you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm going to be banned from the computer for a while. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my Geography to be good to pull it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, my dearest Martinsayers. I'll miss you guys lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to decorate my wall, but I can't seem to thnk of what to do. Plus my dad can't stand things being pasted on the wall. Says the paint will come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some BoysLikeGirls' love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-2793046499897849077?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/2793046499897849077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=2793046499897849077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2793046499897849077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/2793046499897849077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-love-story.html' title='It&apos;s a love story;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23908763.post-997784824636405045</id><published>2009-03-31T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:40:10.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My faith in you was fading;</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MERCH IS HEREEEEEEE. ALL OF ITTTTTTT. WOOOOHOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I'm getting a bit hooked on Taylor Swift's songs. I'm going to try them out on the guitar soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY MERCHMERCHMERHCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgustingly oily. I haven't bathed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is hogging the desktop, so I can't use it now. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand why the public likes to complain about us school children so much. Apparently, my school gets a lot of complaints that we are behaving inappropriately outside, blahblahblah. Okay, I mean if some of us really are naughty outside, I understand. But what, wearing shorts? Our school shorts are hardly any more indecent then those hot pants girls wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools are already putting pressure on us to behave well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, don't understand the rule with low socks. Or coloured earrings. Or the half uniform rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;of these things worsen our learning environment? No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my school guard is &lt;em&gt;infuriating.&lt;/em&gt; He blows his whistle at anyone who doesn't cross at the zebra crossing, car or not. And the zebra crossing is placed at such a weird place that I have to make a detour to get there from my classroom block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I got stopped by the OM immediately after I got out of the car. I was so irritated I tell you. She said that I shouldn't get out of the car if I'm not at the foyer. Does she know that if we don't do that, the raods will get jammed? The foyer only allows a max of 2 cars to get in at one go. This is what happens when it rains. There is a &lt;strong&gt;heck lot&lt;/strong&gt; of a jam outside that stretches all the way past the embassy there. Use your brain please, we want to reach school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;hateabhordetest &lt;/em&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood spoiler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23908763-997784824636405045?l=mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/feeds/997784824636405045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23908763&amp;postID=997784824636405045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/997784824636405045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23908763/posts/default/997784824636405045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelaboratory.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-faith-in-you-was-fading.html' title='My faith in you was fading;'/><author><name>thesweetestsin;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16683439335221472806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmq3H0z-Zdo/STZuBIFPh5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lvUDsag0BFY/S220/Bite+me!+icon+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
