<?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-5730724046296688672</id><updated>2011-11-26T22:46:50.873+08:00</updated><category term='Happy new year'/><category term='Looking forward new year'/><category term='sick'/><title type='text'>★Simply Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7691393252280644885</id><published>2011-11-26T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:46:50.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just had a walk around NTUC. It made me realize that I love Xmas the most. Now, the choco, candy, present-like-cookies ... Are all sitting at the shelves! Really wish to hug everything home. Mix and match a huge bag for my cousins! Xmas is all abt sharing and giving. Now I have to start shopping for lovely dresses and top for Xmas meet up! Right now I have a simple dress but that's not enough!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7691393252280644885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7691393252280644885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-had-walk-around-ntuc.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2770338544716800422</id><published>2011-11-24T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:49:19.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Previously, I was having a chat with my buddy and came across this issue about attention. Ppl most likely to befriend with those who let them feels good and someone who are like them. True enough to say so.Wonder if is it because I am too realistic in which leads to the state whereby negative thoughts stays on and have no intention of leaving.Since the day I broke down,  I felt horrible and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2770338544716800422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2770338544716800422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/11/previously-i-was-having-chat-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2480039231017968883</id><published>2011-11-20T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:03:35.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone have been suggesting that it's best to thrash things out. I did.It doesn't seems to work at all. On the contrary, I am look upon as someone who get stressed up easily and will be reminded repeatedly to stay chill. The moment I chose to thrash out everything, I decided to let things go. Be it good or bad. I have already done my best.My train of thoughts are all jammed up and confused. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2480039231017968883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2480039231017968883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/11/everyone-have-been-suggesting-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-931185372042643083</id><published>2011-08-21T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:49:19.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm scared.The red spots are spreading gradually. It may turn out to be skin allergy. ;c Please go away.In such a country that's summer throughout the year, I can't imagine myself wearing long sleeve or long pants. No way man. I hate to sweat ttM, can! :ccccPLEASE GO AWAY!Now i cant even go shopping. i want shopppping. even if i can shop i cant get any shorts or sleeveless top.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/931185372042643083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/931185372042643083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-208639719273676208</id><published>2011-08-20T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:19:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><summary type='text'>Extremely BORING day.This weekend supposed to be FULL. awesome night out with my colleagues, chatty breakfast on a Saturday morning and a heart warming full month baby party to attend.PLUS my aunt intend to have a trip to my house with my adorable cousins, yong en &amp; yong she.Everything has been reduced to nothing!WHY?I am sick. ;c Sore throat and red spots here and there. Wonder if it is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/208639719273676208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/208639719273676208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5805446908572777910</id><published>2011-08-14T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:23:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems that bugs love me. ;CSomehow I gt bite by the beach and ends up with lots of itchy red spots. Cant scratch it. Else there will be a scar forever.And now my hand has lots of red spots. A few days back it subsided and now back again. Lots and lots of spots. PLUS super itchy. Cant scratch it. CANT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5805446908572777910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5805446908572777910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-seems-that-bugs-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5998461448355162544</id><published>2011-08-03T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:23:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust. Acknowledgement.</title><summary type='text'>Previously, I mentioned that I lost an important original copy of the document. My boss threatened that it must be found no matter what. If not, it has to be signed by one of the HR director again. This is kind of a nightmare to her if the DOC is missing.1 damn week of search. Raped the entire cabinet - in total, 4 of them.Then, she gave me 3 alternatives to resolve this HUGE problem.1. act blur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5998461448355162544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5998461448355162544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/08/trust-acknowledgement.html' title='Trust. Acknowledgement.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-630403871495284633</id><published>2011-08-01T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:49:58.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had an awesome dream last night. Now I know what I want. C;-----I guess it great without me around. I have always been me the one initiating and others sitting back. If I stop, others stop. Is it because I have been the only thinking that we are that close. Actually, we aren't.Starting to let go.First, I should treasure myself. Before anyone would treasure me.No point holding onto anyone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/630403871495284633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/630403871495284633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/08/had-awesome-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2815447499761881587</id><published>2011-07-31T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:21:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work hasn't been smooth lately.Lost an impt document. Comb every cabinets that I am in charge of and can't find it. ;CWorse, my colleague flap through my drawers and every documents on my table to find what she wanted. The morning I came back to suspect that the table wasn't mine at all. Doesn't she know that even if u wannna flap through my desk - could you kindly put everything back?For the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2815447499761881587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2815447499761881587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/work-hasnt-been-smooth-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5566354127268678906</id><published>2011-07-13T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:20:02.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I wear?</title><summary type='text'>What should I wear tml?Every single day.So sick over the variety of clothes I have to work. This one? that one? or may be that one or the one I wore last thurs. Did I wear it this week before? There are a few that I will wear every week. ;(I need new in stocks. Oh ya. saw a lovely piece at new look. But it's kind of way out of my budget - $33.90. So used to online shopping and the price range is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5566354127268678906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5566354127268678906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-should-i-wear.html' title='What should I wear?'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4670059506068281411</id><published>2011-07-11T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:17:14.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking forward my kukup trip.Initially, I plan to get a straw hat for my trip. Somehow didn't manage to get one. ;(Plan B : bring out my dslr family out for a holiday. WHOLE family. Hopefully I will be able to use the different lens. :)Plan C: kidnap my baby cousin and store it in my camera. :*Plan D : stare at the sea. Haven had the chance to do it.-----By this week I have to climb the small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4670059506068281411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4670059506068281411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/looking-forward-my-kukup-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3261320763619534147</id><published>2011-07-11T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:19:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently, there's something wrong with me.Things slipped off my mind very easily. I used to rmb whatever others told me, esp personal stuff. Recently, there are selectively remained in my mind. How?I think I should really be careful as i work.Last week my left hand gt cut more than 5 times within 2 days. today I had another cut. From paper cuts, scotch tape blade and some unknown cuts. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3261320763619534147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3261320763619534147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/recently-theres-something-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7100584075333678685</id><published>2011-07-10T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:37:10.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am thinking I need a hair cut at the salon someday.The last time was xmas. Thats was like 6 months ago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7100584075333678685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7100584075333678685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-thinking-i-need-hair-cut-at-salon.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-215093711393918630</id><published>2011-07-10T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T12:58:08.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend is another stay-at-home.Only ytd I realise that i small toe is bruised. Due to the pump's sock I am wearing is too small for me! In the past, I have been wearing it and not much of a problem. It's only recently like 2 weeks ago that I start having problems with it. Problems like too SMALL to the point that I felt as if it obstruct my blood from flowing to my feet.I suspect that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/215093711393918630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/215093711393918630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-weekend-is-another-stay-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2754072936956230469</id><published>2011-07-09T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:19:44.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sat has become my family outing day. C; recently, we cycled, shopping and enjoy the aircon! The weather is such a jerk. Making me sweat and low energy level. Strolling around in the air conditioned malls is so much better than staying home! Nevertheless, it rises the tendency to spend more. Like today, I bought a pair of shoe!Last month, I overspent greatly and drafted a expenditure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2754072936956230469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2754072936956230469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/sat-has-starting-to-become-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1169108916992893119</id><published>2011-07-07T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:35:40.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day ahead.</title><summary type='text'>This week is funny.When it was Tuesday, I thought that it's Wednesday. And the pattern goes on and on. As predicted, my mind cant stop thinking that it's Friday today. Needless to say, my fri will be sat. My position comprises of a role to help out in one of their meeting and have to assist them in the preparation the reports. Most of the time I will OT on a FRIDAY.yesh. Friday. pushed any meetup</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1169108916992893119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1169108916992893119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-ahead.html' title='A day ahead.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8390532704380360491</id><published>2011-07-06T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:19:45.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I was working, this thought came to my mind."The lift gives me a feeling of high speed roller coaster." Kind of weird. The lift always give off this sound that hints that it's here in a sec from basement. Whoosh~! Starting to hate to take the lift already. At times, I will get xia dao by the passenger.Anw the printer I always use at my workstation always have to jam up my paper. and force me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8390532704380360491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8390532704380360491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-i-was-working-this-thought-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2805831739587206922</id><published>2011-07-03T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:34:13.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps talk</title><summary type='text'>Peeps talk.No longer the same anymore. All along I have been asking myself that what causes everything. Is it because I have already stopped to care less? or is it because it has always been cold on the other side and I have stopped care less. That caused this?It has always been cold on the other side. Be it right or wrong.Side track a little. How could someone say something straight to every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2805831739587206922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2805831739587206922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/07/peeps-talk.html' title='Peeps talk'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXs06kxb4rs/ThAFJbEf_SI/AAAAAAAAB2E/SbSQSYFJmNk/s72-c/DSC_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5067834069426927207</id><published>2011-06-29T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:40:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting alone at the back of the seat doesn't feel good. ;c The car is so spacious shouldn't there be someone else there as well.These few days have been so embarrassing! Every now or then I will do something silly. Used the wrong card, level or ask for something I have already done. :/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5067834069426927207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5067834069426927207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/sitting-alone-at-back-of-seat-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1449252409797167382</id><published>2011-06-22T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:35:16.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updates of my baby cousin! Her nanny's daughter uploaded a photo of her and that's epic. This reminds me of a conversation with my aunt the previous day. I was asking her when will she be coming over to sg again. My intention was to ask my friends over to my house to show off. My cousin is growing speedily every single day and less chubby at the same time. That's a bad thing. Who doesn't love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1449252409797167382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1449252409797167382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/happen-to-saw-new-updates-of-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4918118001227498330</id><published>2011-06-21T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:14:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boring at work.No one to talk to and doing all those shittie work. Give me something interesting, please? Spare me from delivering documents, coffee from a specific outlet and stalking interviewer.Other than that, my lunch options are vast! From 313 to cine, I have a little problem to choose what to eat for lunch. If anyone who drop by orchard around 12.30pm, please do give me a call. C; Ask me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4918118001227498330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4918118001227498330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/boring-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-469001291076002112</id><published>2011-06-20T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:19:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family day.</title><summary type='text'> Family day on Sunday is awesome.It's the first time we ever went out tgt to cycle. C; PLUS it was sis's payday. she was such a generous girl and pay for most of the bills! Only valid for that day.In total 3 of us spent 200 on a day - on food, a pants for mum and cycle. Unbelievable ba. Merely a day. Next time we will organise another family outing on my pay day. It will be my turn to pay all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/469001291076002112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/469001291076002112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-day.html' title='Family day.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrL46kdaDCo/Tf9FeRKYLaI/AAAAAAAAB18/tmvhCGWnra0/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-747074081635260926</id><published>2011-06-18T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:41:03.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's for Saturday?Drama all day long. Totally have no idea what can I do. ;CActually, there's something that has been bugging me. I shall put it on hold and see if how long does it takes. Words wouldn't move me. It's ur attitude and actions. We shall see.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/747074081635260926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/747074081635260926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-for-saturday-drama-all-day-long.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3243988365887523600</id><published>2011-06-16T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:29:54.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello mr boring.</title><summary type='text'>B.O.R.I.N.GThat's my conclusion at work. It will be better if I could hear a few of accounting terms.During my vacation, the urge for an Iphone is overwhelming and always at the wrong timing. Amazingly the company I am attached to doesn't have internet access to the social networking. The best that they can provide is google! ;/ What should there isn't much for me to do? 8 hrs leh! argh. Who will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3243988365887523600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3243988365887523600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-mr-boring.html' title='Hello mr boring.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3098685512136094901</id><published>2011-06-14T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:42:19.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward.</title><summary type='text'>There's so much things that I have to do this holiday. Prawning pool cycling chalet wildHoney Chinatown.... On and on. Meeting my uni friends tml for dinner and may be we will be able to plan our upcoming meet ups! :) From thurs onwards, I will be working full time and no longer be able to meet up on weekdays afternoon. The working time is not fixed too. There are times where I will have to work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3098685512136094901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3098685512136094901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5620341702523795263</id><published>2011-06-13T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:47:50.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day.</title><summary type='text'>It's my first day of work.Initially, I was puzzled over the fact that the first 3 days of my work is half day and from Thurs onwards will be full shift. Only till this morning, I asked another temp staff about it and realised it was my manager's decision of letting me having a break after my previous job.Indeed. A rest and settle down real soon.Previously, I have been working on my modules own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5620341702523795263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5620341702523795263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day.html' title='First day.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8635991414524618101</id><published>2011-06-11T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:04:09.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give-and-take</title><summary type='text'>It makes me wonder if it always work this way :Give-and-take.Do you really understand the meaning? Shared benefits and co operations?Would you plan everything? would you stop thinking why should I be the one doing everything? or would you give suggestions? I am most willing to. Would you?Talk to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8635991414524618101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8635991414524618101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-and-take.html' title='Give-and-take'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4147142457118787544</id><published>2011-06-10T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:51:40.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.e.w.</title><summary type='text'>If you want to contact me, you will definitely be able to. Now it depends on whether you want or not. Call me out. What are you waiting for?Was about to reply my friend's comment and she deleted it. :(New job. New definition.Super nervous and worries about this and that. I was told that my job doesn't stick to the desk. Movement around buildings and delivering of documents are expected. Not sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4147142457118787544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4147142457118787544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/new.html' title='N.e.w.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-411358310463124703</id><published>2011-06-07T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:43:47.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the unexpected.</title><summary type='text'>I can't imagine things can turn out so smoothly.My temporary assignment is going to end this Friday and I managed to get another temp admin job which start work at the following Monday. The usual case for me wasn't so lucky and have to be the last one. This time round was spontaneous. C;To celebrate this tiny happiness - I bought potato chips and a 8 days magazine. Easily satisfied girl. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/411358310463124703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/411358310463124703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the unexpected.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7869615851887751268</id><published>2011-06-06T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:06:36.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silently. It will.</title><summary type='text'>Something came to my mind. Random.Do you deserve it? This came to my mind. At times, I have this habit of asking myself some questions and get some answers somewhere. Communication is a two way. Used to have a habit to blame myself whenever anything happens. Come to think of it, it doesn't have to be so every times. If someone really treasure or thinks the same as I do, s/he will definitely do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7869615851887751268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7869615851887751268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/silently-it-will.html' title='Silently. It will.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5543687320124066732</id><published>2011-06-03T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:47:41.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's boring to simply stay at home. But thats the way to cut down on my expenditure. As always, I am contradicting myself.This reminds me of someone I don't really like. He always say that I am contradicting myself and criticised me as someone with "interesting" character. Thanks him for being frank. No one's perfect, my friend. Must he talk this way. Even talking to a friend can be so tiring. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5543687320124066732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5543687320124066732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-boring-to-simply-stay-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4722347885705717108</id><published>2011-06-03T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:03:43.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday mood.</title><summary type='text'>In a month's time, I will be heading to kukup!It's like living above the sea. Wouldn't it be fun and relaxing. The last time I went there was primary school and doesn't own a camera. Therefore, I didn't really get to take any photos at all and can't show it to you guys.Previously, I stayed in one of the resident's house. This time round we are given another option which is hotel-like. May be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4722347885705717108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4722347885705717108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday mood.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3328069287577142671</id><published>2011-05-29T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:38:01.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><summary type='text'>Everyone has been so eager to express their thoughts. They fail to be tactful. Everyone has their "interesting" mindset. You may agree or disagree it but not criticize it. I agree that my mindset is "interesting". It doesn't mean that my best friend has to be the same to be my best friend. So what if they don't? Do you have to repeat again and again? I guess I said too much. As always, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3328069287577142671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3328069287577142671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2855594322396304471</id><published>2011-05-28T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:17:26.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhausted. Just ate my medicine and may caused drowsiness. The doctor mentioned that it was Wei zhang fong and stress. Don't really know the illness is. Plainly don't dare to have anything - the moment I eat I feel as if I will vomit any time. The tricky issue is that I gets hungry easily. :( Hope I recover real soon. I found my definition of friendship. Sad to say, number of years known doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2855594322396304471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2855594322396304471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7909839299143903081</id><published>2011-05-26T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:53:39.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><summary type='text'>Thursday is a resting day at home.Previously, I mentioned that I am down with stomach flu. Guess I am recovering soon. This funny thing about myself is that I always don't know that I am down with such illness. I remembered that previously I even went to work despite the fact that I am suffering from high fever and diarrhea. This time round even worse. I ate cold stuff, oily chicken rice, egg and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7909839299143903081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7909839299143903081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/sick_26.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2239042265924564878</id><published>2011-05-24T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:00:12.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><summary type='text'>Haven been home resting since my last paper.Now, stomach flu comes into the picture and demand me to stay home. It's torturing me like hell. Worse still, it's my first day of work today. Cant concentrate well and keep dozing off. Set up a bad impression for my supervisor. :CMy plan for this week has to move on, regardless of my health condition. Initially, I thought that I will faint in the train</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2239042265924564878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2239042265924564878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6338777657041925128</id><published>2011-05-22T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T08:56:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream.</title><summary type='text'>Just woke up with a bitter sweet dream. Not quite sure what was I doing in there but it was the first time having such dream. Every time I woke up and happen to remember my dreams, I will try to decipher the agenda. Some dreams link to stress, anxiety, anger, sadness (and even cried) and so on. However, it was bittersweet today. Can't really tell. However the first thing that came to my mind was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6338777657041925128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6338777657041925128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream.html' title='A dream.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5071572806698357647</id><published>2011-05-21T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:16:21.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC.</title><summary type='text'>Holiday started off real fun. Everything lines up in order except for last thursday.Come to think of it, 19 MAY was the most extraordinally day of all. Let me briefly take u through this awesome day.It was suppose to be a usual pool-fish spa- steamboat day. My dearest friend, Cliff turned it upside down and made me do things that I usually don't. Initally, SL and I thought that he was kinapped by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5071572806698357647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5071572806698357647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/epic.html' title='EPIC.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4122638705076249025</id><published>2011-05-20T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:27:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly fairytales</title><summary type='text'>It's finally over.No more of 7 to 12am study plan and sleepless nights before the actual examination. This holiday goona be pack with meet-ups and work.My little wish for this holiday. It is to be able to meet up all of my friends. Exams had put me away from those relaxing meet-ups and extendable list of places to go. Craves for cakes from K Ki and 1Caramel, Korean food from Chinatown, drinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4122638705076249025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4122638705076249025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/ugly-fairytales.html' title='Ugly fairytales'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1256974653521791456</id><published>2011-05-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:34:48.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more.</title><summary type='text'>Boo! One more week to go. And that's it. No more exams and 7-12 schedule. In need of a break from all these.Today's definitely not my day. Mens on my FM paper.:( the day even worse. Can't even sit still to revise and totally gave up. The actual exam isn't as hard as I thought. Disappointing and tiring. Just hoping to rest. Despite the fact that I am left with 2 papers, I am already in holiday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1256974653521791456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1256974653521791456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-more.html' title='2 more.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1299618166223528429</id><published>2011-04-05T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:14:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally</title><summary type='text'>Been going to the lib from 10.30am to 7pm for the Past few weeks and I am starting to lose my focus on my basic routine. Today I just mis-read a message about meet up Tml as today. Only realized it when I waited at the destination for a couple of mins. -_-|| totally sian diao! Didn't commit such mistake before. And it's not the end. Tonight I had chicken wrap and had to fry the wrap myself. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1299618166223528429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1299618166223528429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/04/mentally.html' title='Mentally'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1251303640466282357</id><published>2011-04-01T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:43:39.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's April's fool day. In lib- revision from 11 to 8.30pm. It's no joke. From today onwards, I am gg to stay in the lib till closing. By all means, I can't concentrate well at home like now. I am blogging, fb-ing away. :) every start of the day, target will be set. As for today, I revised 2 chapters. Consider target reached. However, didn't manage to practice.  Seeing them able to meet up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1251303640466282357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1251303640466282357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-aprils-fool-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4933914896080117981</id><published>2011-03-31T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:59:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will i be able.</title><summary type='text'>From 1st April onwards, I have only 5 weeks of revision - 35 days. Minus off 3 days - visits by my aunt and socky birthday. Minus off 6 days - I have UOL revision Left with 25 days to go. In other words, I have roughly 6 days of revision for every module. Starting to worry that I am not able to finish my revision. ;C Please pardon me if I am not able meet up. Wishing for someone able to volunteer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4933914896080117981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4933914896080117981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/will-i-be-able.html' title='will i be able.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3010257095976864269</id><published>2011-03-30T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:10:03.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><summary type='text'>Just wondering planning a birthday meet up has it become a plan-it-on-the-day issue? I guess it is. I have voice out to my friends. Some said that there isn't a big deal for planning one. Just have a place for dinning and something to do. That should be it. Ai ya. I am just being random here. A few of my friends don't even plan. A dinner is all they have for celebration by their friends. Another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3010257095976864269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3010257095976864269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8494889744421061544</id><published>2011-03-28T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:27:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbing issues</title><summary type='text'>Just realise that I complain more frequently nowadays. One of my ways to get out of the frustration box. It works so much better than anything. anw, I dont usually complain in issues that occurred once. So far, most issues are trivial I would say.Ytd I was planning something and hoping to get some response from the ones who will be attending too. The moment I request for a help or response, they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8494889744421061544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8494889744421061544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/disturbing-issues.html' title='disturbing issues'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4174334641873971308</id><published>2011-03-25T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:53:17.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh</title><summary type='text'>Reported to the lib for the past few days from 11 to 6pm. Each day is becoming more and more exhausted. Till today, have the feelin Of giving up. :( screwed me. As compared others, I am considered quite pampered with all the luxury time to focus on my exam. But I simply couldn't fully utilize the time and study. Just Focused!!! Silly me. Argh! :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4174334641873971308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4174334641873971308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhh'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4186542221244068719</id><published>2011-03-22T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:40:08.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><summary type='text'>Boo! I am so bored.:( Spent my day mugging. Wasn't satisfied with my progress. No matter how much I study don't seem to aid anything. Anw I noted something interesting at twitter. It says:" forget about the guy who breaks ur heart. Think about the mosquito who sacrifice it's life for just a kiss." ;) Crave to go back to the past. Those times where I chat freely.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4186542221244068719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4186542221244068719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5871212296856851931</id><published>2011-03-21T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:27:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><summary type='text'>On heavy dosage of Monday blues and laziness.It was an awesome weekend. And now I have to be back to serious stuff- Revision. Speaking of revision, there are piles of notes to swallow. Just have to bring myself to touch on is a challenging task. ULTIMATE.Booo! :C</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5871212296856851931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5871212296856851931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7081285863667795001</id><published>2011-03-20T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:25:05.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Did I mention that my cousins are staying over at my house this weekend?Indeed they are. Enjoy every seconds being with them. Snap snap here and there. and record here and there. Love to record some funny clips of my cousins so that we will be able to reminisce in future. Say today, I did 4 clips of them and those are funny. Be it laughing or fake crying. What I did was to film down different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7081285863667795001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7081285863667795001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZSQYe4EU8/TYTUnfaDX2I/AAAAAAAAB1o/5ERZ9tG4dRo/s72-c/IMG_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5550941615912130213</id><published>2011-03-15T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:09:45.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy dates.</title><summary type='text'>Woooo.... This week going to be packed with juicy dates. Yesterday met up with my ex colleagues for a short lunch @ novena. Missed the food there like J CO set meal, Popeye's, steamboat, wu Xiang, chicken rice, so on and so on. We used to have lunch and q for gong cha after that. Oh gosh. Seriously don't mind working at novena in future! Not too central and multiple options for lunch. ( the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5550941615912130213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5550941615912130213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/juicy-dates.html' title='Juicy dates.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1637520309696182949</id><published>2011-03-14T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:12:06.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K ki someday!</title><summary type='text'>Craving for a trip to K ki!There's new flavour(s) added in their menu. Awww... the flavours available differs everyday and spur me to go again and again. Just to try the flavours I desire. Hoping to drop by one of these days. May be next week?If u were to ask me, why there. I guess it would be definitely the atmosphere and location. Not that the cake isn't nice. It's awesome and novelty. And I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1637520309696182949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1637520309696182949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/k-ki-someday.html' title='K ki someday!'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-979873671192252685</id><published>2011-03-13T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:13:49.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowd.</title><summary type='text'>This weekend's fun list will be squeezing through the crowd at IT show! This time round I have a few on the shopping list. 2 external hard disk for my aunt and a digital camera for sis. During my first trip, I went around level 4 and 6 to get hold all of the information I need so that I will be able to make comparison. The way around is disastrous and took up my entire afternoon. Going through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/979873671192252685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/979873671192252685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/crowd.html' title='Crowd.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1233717688876417147</id><published>2011-03-11T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:14:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 18th day</title><summary type='text'>Was looking at my calendar and realized a few amazing things. TO me! HahaFIRSTI have stopped consuming coffee before I study for more than 2 weeks. Used to think that I am addicted to coffee and have to brew a cup before I study. And now it's proven. I'm not!! SECOND I have been studying from 22 feb till today!! 18 days to be specific. No break no retail shopping in between. Mugging at home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1233717688876417147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1233717688876417147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-18th-day.html' title='It&apos;s 18th day'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7109878252680286966</id><published>2011-03-09T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:46:17.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omg Omg omg. Mens is giving me hell. Wannna so badly to concentrate on  pmkg but can't!! ;( another bad is that my emo- ness tends to tag along with mens!! All sort of bad thoughts surface during this period of time. They are so truthful and can't get it out of my head. And I have to control else it will be no end to my grumble. Oh la la. No more emo thoughts please. Please go away. Roar!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7109878252680286966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7109878252680286966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1985206000439345060</id><published>2011-03-08T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:09:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming and swosh! It's gone.</title><summary type='text'>Currently, I am going through the prelim peak period. Had one of them just now and last one to go on this coming sat. Can't for it to be over so that I will be able to concentrate on my revision again. Craving for a high tea session. some tea and cakes. C; Anyway, IT show is coming soon. This time round I am going to hunt for digital camera. In the past, I have been looking for an opportunity to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1985206000439345060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1985206000439345060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-coming-and-swosh-its-gone.html' title='It&apos;s coming and swosh! It&apos;s gone.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7830596440703234550</id><published>2011-03-03T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:34:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan</title><summary type='text'>Mum seems to start to have the thoughts to leave her current job. It kind of weird. In the past, she never return home so late so Often. Hmmm... Wonder how can I help her. Only hope that I graduate quick enough. If only I start to work, my mum can quit her job. Yes. This leads to another conclusion. Initially, I was planning for a graduation trip. Guess I have to postpone it on later dates. May </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7830596440703234550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7830596440703234550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/plan.html' title='Plan'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4027724152545364001</id><published>2011-03-02T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:51:41.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much of randomness</title><summary type='text'>Dreaded to Mug after dinner. I revise. Can't solve the questions. It seems that no matter how hard I study and I wil nv know the solution. It's going to be one time issue. Final examination on may and that's it. 60 or below goona distinguish how attractive my certificate be. ;CAhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Need some where to scream. Boo! Ba boo ba ba. Boo. Discovered an amazing  issue. Motivation works </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4027724152545364001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4027724152545364001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-much-of-randomness.html' title='So much of randomness'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3734329839935832552</id><published>2011-02-28T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:08:20.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28022011 secret code</title><summary type='text'>Wooooo! It Monday! Last day of feb! Share something with u. Sis is having her end of semester examination. Her habit of studying is to keep talking to herself the theory she has to memorize. Initially, I am utterly alright with it cos she did it in our bedroom behind closed doors and it's reduced to min. For the past few days she has been studying in the room and wannna change her studying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3734329839935832552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3734329839935832552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/28022011-secret-code.html' title='28022011 secret code'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2050836060025681787</id><published>2011-02-27T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:18:04.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><summary type='text'>It's Sunday! A moment ago, I was wondering what day is today. Time flies. A week has passed. From then on there will be 2 months from the actual exams.And Tml marks the beginning of my prelim. Guess I am going to skip prelim for me and fm. Wasnt prepared for these modules. Don't wanna stare blankly at the papers. Simply giving me nightmares.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2050836060025681787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2050836060025681787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7843118463417893020</id><published>2011-02-26T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:44:13.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!!</title><summary type='text'>I have a question in mind. Surprises are meant to be pleasant occasion that you didn't expect to happen. Does it also mean that the surprises should excludes ideas that was suggested by the main character/ receiver? I think it should. To me it is kind of weird. I am surprised by ideas originated by me?!? I have no mood to study today! :( what can I do to regain  that passion and initiative to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7843118463417893020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7843118463417893020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi.html' title='Boo!!!'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6416597040808377477</id><published>2011-02-26T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:48:53.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in deep shit!Coming Monday kick start my prelim examinations. Guess what I don't feel it that way. Am I prepared for the exam? Am I?Not in the mood of revising. ;c</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6416597040808377477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6416597040808377477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-in-deep-shit-coming-monday-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1930750161002598282</id><published>2011-02-25T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:31:01.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMday</title><summary type='text'>Roar!! It's the same damn morning. clock rings at 8.30am. get prepare to go out and study.Every morning is the same pattern. SAME old pattern. At the end of the day, I will usually record down how much have I revised today. So that I will be able to arrange my timetable for the subsequent week. No matter how much I revised, it never seems enough.The more I revised, the more confused I am. My FR </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1930750161002598282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1930750161002598282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/fmday.html' title='FMday'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6470575483892753229</id><published>2011-02-23T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:39:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Diary,Whenever I am different from the rest, my mind can't stop telling the rest of my organs that I am weird. This is kind of weird. Why blend in when I can stand out! Sounds familiar? There's a movie coming soon - Why blend in when u can stand out. Couldn't rmb the exact title. The main character is played by Johnny depp. C; One of my favourite actor.Anyway, I skipped today's cup of coffee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6470575483892753229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6470575483892753229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-diary-whenever-i-am-different-from.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6699631443008230231</id><published>2011-02-22T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:23:56.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My way of studying.</title><summary type='text'>Awww.... having this sicky feeling.From the moment I woke up till 4 plus, I have been sneezing non-stop. Finished off the 2 packets of tissues and xf's. guess if it's because of  Korean food I had ytd.anw, revising for prelim anywhere out of my house is indeed more effective than at home. Despite the fact that I am sneezing the hell time and revising my killer module FR, I am still able to stay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6699631443008230231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6699631443008230231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-way-of-studying.html' title='My way of studying.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2888078355379681648</id><published>2011-02-21T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:42:29.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><summary type='text'>Hey this very first moment of wonderful Tuesday."I am feeling bloated and unable to sleep. ;C"  Went to 2D1N for dinner ytd (Mnoday). Turns out to be an awesome one and worth it for the second third or fourth trip. Wasn't sure of their complete pricing menu - there's ala cart and buffet. First thing that comes to mind is definitely the buffet. Quite true in the sense that it was my first trip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2888078355379681648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2888078355379681648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6503978331319297737</id><published>2011-02-21T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:41:08.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mnoday morning</title><summary type='text'>Woke up early today - 8.30am on the dot!Guess what. There's a new launch @9am. Despite the fact that I came early, still didn't manage to order what I WANT! ;C However, isn't it weird to launch at this timing. Everyone will be nagging about their Monday blue and dragging their foot to work. My intuition told me that their instocks are low or system suck.When I was making my purchase, I was kicked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6503978331319297737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6503978331319297737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/mnoday-morning.html' title='Mnoday morning'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3220876173427744848</id><published>2011-02-19T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:57:31.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift.</title><summary type='text'>Yes this is the complete set of McDonald's food strap!And belongs to my mum la. Out of everything, she requested for this set of toys C: Upon hearing the price of this set of toy, she did reject the idea of having it. But who knows. Woman don't speak their thoughts just like guys. They may insist of not having it. BUT deep in her heart she wants it badly.However, it took her one day to realise it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3220876173427744848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3220876173427744848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/gift.html' title='A gift.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqetDnxSNGE/TV_Pc13yKDI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/9Uq-dZI6bys/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8842429854353405025</id><published>2011-02-17T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:15:27.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><summary type='text'>My target:  Second upper class1) 5 further units - 60 and above2) 4 further units - 60 and above &amp; overall marks of 515Either one of them will do. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8842429854353405025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8842429854353405025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4544784557321494634</id><published>2011-02-15T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:32:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled |C</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I have been quite sensitive to issues that evolves around me, esp SMS replies.There has been some weird occasions whereby it involves one of my uni friend. Usually, when we sms about causal matters, she will reply. BUT whenever sms is regarding one of my modules - Financial reporting, she wouldn't reply or take a long time to. It makes me wonder where does the problems lies.Ever since I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4544784557321494634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4544784557321494634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/troubled-c.html' title='Troubled |C'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7524454295231168176</id><published>2011-02-13T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:59:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2011</title><summary type='text'>First time ever - house visiting during CNY in sg C;Uploaded some of my favourite shots. More can be found at FB.Of all of the photographs, those taken at my bus stop are my favourites. Rosy cheeks and smooth complex. Pimple-free. Best applied to me. All of my pimples seems to be well hidden by the environment.From left to right: Ling, xf, Wendy and ppOne of my favourite game with the girls - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7524454295231168176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7524454295231168176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2011.html' title='CNY 2011'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0fp-Z5FAKw/TVfW3VIoZVI/AAAAAAAAB1A/8KAd-KVcDig/s72-c/f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6074915608823739332</id><published>2011-02-11T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:26:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I was late for lesson today. In the end, I don't have the permission to go for lesson for not doing his hamper. However, there is a make up lesson on Monday 12pm. Speaking of which, there's already 2 lessons on monday. In addition to the make up lesson, this means that upcoming Monday goona be a long day from 8.30am to 6.30pm. 3 Consecutive lessons.currently, so craze over a korean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6074915608823739332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6074915608823739332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-thought-i-was-late-for-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1503699222763508070</id><published>2011-02-10T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:44:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxury</title><summary type='text'>ROAR~The more stressed up I am, the more craves I have.Picnic @ Botanic garden, Chinatown food hunting, rosti craving, play with swing under the starry night, a trip to Marina Barrage @ night, Sentosa RS, 1 caramel's cakes, arcade games, badminton, table tennis, bake cookies &amp; cake, chit chat on the phone regardless of the time, photography, order everything online*click click click, earn some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1503699222763508070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1503699222763508070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/luxury.html' title='Luxury'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7761524498850522593</id><published>2011-02-09T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:07:56.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>r/s of text</title><summary type='text'>I am supposed to be studying for my CONSO!From Feb onwards, it's goona be crazy fast forward issue. March: prelimApril: revisionMay: Final examNo more of luxury readings. More of focused revising and drilling hard. Swallow the texts&gt;Digest&gt;Apply </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7761524498850522593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7761524498850522593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/rs-of-text.html' title='r/s of text'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TVIEpj9ZLVI/AAAAAAAAB0w/koUCyVn_nWs/s72-c/fdsf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8700758318038771281</id><published>2011-02-07T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:35:46.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swoosh and GONE!</title><summary type='text'>With love.I am merely year 2 and there is a long list of item I wanna do after I work. Asked dad for some cash for my examination fee but to no avail. This time round I paid my examination fee with my salary from vacation job. :C a step further from my graduation trip - Taiwan.Oh ya! I have decided to have a graduation trip to Taiwan with my family. Many had went to Taiwan but not me. ;C so no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8700758318038771281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8700758318038771281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/02/swoosh-and-gone.html' title='Swoosh and GONE!'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TU_284nlZDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/H9k14nbN2dc/s72-c/qwe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8309645924243309728</id><published>2011-01-31T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:21:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TINY problem.</title><summary type='text'>I have this TINY problem. from time to time I have to spend some cash. This is kind of illness rite?For instance, there is a bag I desire to have but it's another item that falls under my want list. My solution to such situation is to either keep on telling myself that it isn't that desirable or I will buy it as my gf's present. The moment I purchase the bag and my desire to have it will vanish. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8309645924243309728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8309645924243309728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/tiny-problem.html' title='TINY problem.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TUYZrdCh9UI/AAAAAAAAB0c/86-pEUopwVQ/s72-c/dfsfsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3742124088704444347</id><published>2011-01-30T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:00:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic on a raining weather.</title><summary type='text'>aww... it has been raining since last night. Thank goddness I don't have to work on such an awesome weather. Else it totally dampen my mood.Before I slept, I have this weird craving - going for a picnic on a raining weather under a pavilion. One day I am goona try it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3742124088704444347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3742124088704444347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/picnic-on-raining-weather.html' title='Picnic on a raining weather.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-4157043931526279227</id><published>2011-01-29T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:36:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so lost.Who are the ones and who aren't? I can't differentiate it now. Leave me alone.I am in the stage of changing - be it environment, friends or personality. I am adapting to the changes around me gradually. So do hope the rest will do as well. stay back and watch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4157043931526279227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/4157043931526279227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-so-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8186492139266450334</id><published>2011-01-28T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:01:09.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No. It isn't.</title><summary type='text'> Not any advertisement.It is one of the scene when I'm studying. Coffee, clock, textbooks and occasionally tibits. Jagabee stands the no. 1 place in my heart. BEST tibits ever. Sad to say, I seldom have it - the portion is small and pretty expensive. :CJust had my FR lecture. Every end of the class my brain seems to be bombared with the theory. This is what lesson should end off ba. Class fills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8186492139266450334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8186492139266450334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-it-isnt.html' title='No. It isn&apos;t.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TUJwWzbP05I/AAAAAAAAB0U/JHAZeuiE6fk/s72-c/DSC_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3927172430904705472</id><published>2011-01-27T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:14:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning</title><summary type='text'>Completed half of my spring cleaning.The cream of spring cleaning is get to throw away a fair bit of my thrash, Not that I can't throw any within the 365 days of 2010. Frankly speaking, I can't throw my clothes as easily as I could. Unless it is spring cleaning. Like ytd, I threw a big bag of unwanted clothes and mum didn't nag at me! A secret to share - Part of it was piled secretly a few months</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3927172430904705472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3927172430904705472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1931314614025942419</id><published>2011-01-26T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:32:25.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><summary type='text'>Guess not many understand me.Let me share a little.I am those silly ass who is willing to spend time for the sake of everyone at my OWN expenses including time and financially. I am willing to spend hours to upload photos, bake birthday cakes or prepare customised present just to give u guys a surprise. For one customization to be presented nicely in front of u, it took me days to prepare.Like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1931314614025942419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1931314614025942419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-186419236690191465</id><published>2011-01-25T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:38:10.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy.</title><summary type='text'>This is the joy of baking. C; SIS's surprise birthday cake - marble cake with chocolate coating and rainbow strips to spell out my message "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAI ZHI *heart". My marble cake definitely the best one ever. C; Those in the market are heavy in butter and oily - answer to why I am bias over marble cake. As for mine, it's healthier and still carries the status of marble cake with moderate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/186419236690191465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/186419236690191465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/joy.html' title='The joy.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TT5MOr2frxI/AAAAAAAAB0M/LWvdYELfPwU/s72-c/DSC_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-7278729969385303594</id><published>2011-01-23T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:51:42.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amusing to watch.I bet that it's goona be just another one - down. Trust me.You aren't going to enjoy the joy of it till the very day you understand what's the underlying meaning. Though it can be hard to explain in layman term.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7278729969385303594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/7278729969385303594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-amusing-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3436624726878639930</id><published>2011-01-18T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:22:45.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a noob.</title><summary type='text'>Totally! I could feel that my head is goona split into two ANY TIME.Anw, Just realise there wouldn't be another noob like me on earth.There is this hairband which was kind of too small for me. Whenever I had it on for too long, there will be a pressure on my head as if it is squeezing my brain. Most of the time I wouldn't realise how long I wore it. But for sure that I felt discomfort as if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3436624726878639930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3436624726878639930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-noob.html' title='She&apos;s a noob.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5736787424239918559</id><published>2011-01-15T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:11:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher isn't my cup of tea.</title><summary type='text'>A tuition class with my cousin this morning.It was merely my second class with him and I received bad news. My cousin is confused over the different method that he is exposed to. Currently, he has math class in school, private tuition teacher and me. Didn't expect that he will be in such a situation. Initially, I told my aunt (his mum) that it is better of him not to have another math tuition </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5736787424239918559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5736787424239918559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/teacher-isnt-my-cup-of-tea.html' title='Teacher isn&apos;t my cup of tea.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2361809021993468921</id><published>2011-01-14T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:23:24.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's cool.</title><summary type='text'>Recently, there was alot of thinking going on.Why am I always the last one to know? Or even why was it the fact that I wasn't informed? And those disturbing issues keep surfacing in front of me and no one seems to believe me.No one.Is it because the fact that I was being over sensitive for all these things that had happened? The point that I made an effort to voice out to clarify seems to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2361809021993468921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2361809021993468921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-cool.html' title='She&apos;s cool.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-6844803726295401020</id><published>2011-01-13T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:27:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted to. But mentally can't.</title><summary type='text'>Mentally stressed up. ;CMade myself study for the past few days consecutively.It is starting to make me wonder how the hell those people out there is able to stick to their chair for hours. Restless me. just cant sit still for more than 2 hours and can't help strolling around my house. My  study plan is going to go till I submit my FR assignment. Being task to complete 30 questions out of the 42 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6844803726295401020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/6844803726295401020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/wanted-to-but-mentally-cant.html' title='wanted to. But mentally can&apos;t.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-28268131585688018</id><published>2011-01-12T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:00:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude colour.</title><summary type='text'>Aww... pretty clothes made my day. Just completed a transaction for a dress. SO goona wear it for ling's birthday meet up. C;There is this amazing trend of me. Once I started to shop on this particular colour online, I will  subconsciously choose the same colour for the following pieces. There was once I am stuck with navy blue and the now it's nude colour. Goona stop for nude colour. However, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/28268131585688018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/28268131585688018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/nude-colour.html' title='Nude colour.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5910708427972880853</id><published>2011-01-11T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:11:13.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a full time student does.</title><summary type='text'>Every week seems to be rather standardised.It's Monday and I have to do this and that. Same goes to the rest of the days. For every specific day, there is this particular subject that I have to revise. It is not easy to be a full time student as well. An advantage of being a student is that I have to answer to my action. There isn't a need for me to answer to anyone or rather responsible to an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5910708427972880853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5910708427972880853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-full-time-student-does.html' title='What a full time student does.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-5140545055399907691</id><published>2011-01-09T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:11:23.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sunday.</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I couldn't find anyone to blame, it simply drives me crazy.Just like today. ROAR~~As mentioned earlier, there will be a math tuition for my cousin today. However, by te time I reached his doorstep. There wasn't anyone home! Initially, I thought that my cousins went for swimming lesson. Worse still, I couldn't contact anyone. Mobile phones were turned off. Little did I expect that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5140545055399907691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/5140545055399907691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-sunday.html' title='What a sunday.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2732146535875164115</id><published>2011-01-09T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:34:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><summary type='text'>Sunday is here again.Goona give my cousin math tuition in less than 10 hours time. Hopefully, under my supervision, his math will improve greatly. Hopefully.Giving tuition reminds of me when I was a kiddo. Unlike my talkative cousin, I am introvert and slow learner. The kind of kids few enjoy teaching. Despite the fact that I was given tuition, my results didn't improve much. In fact, one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2732146535875164115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2732146535875164115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-648516159357861232</id><published>2011-01-05T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:19:26.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>The thought of CNY reminds me of spring cleaning.Mum has almost completed hers and sis has already started hers. As for me, I guess it will be pretty fast to complete. From time to time, I have been tidying my stuff and throwing away things I have no usage of. May be I should get kick start near end of jan.These few days I have been waiting for new launches. I should correct myself. I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/648516159357861232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/648516159357861232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1918207155681149500</id><published>2011-01-04T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:47:03.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos, where are you?</title><summary type='text'>Argh! I am so wanting to see the photos taken on 31 dec 2010. However, the photos are with someone else. It has been annoying the fact that people don't unload photos after it was taken. If the photos are uploaded after a period of time, it will lose the fun and meaning of uploading. There has been quite a few occasions that someone has to be reminded from time to time to upload. Worse still, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1918207155681149500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1918207155681149500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/photos-where-are-you.html' title='Photos, where are you?'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8872722427169248606</id><published>2011-01-04T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:44:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't.</title><summary type='text'>It's Jan.It's time to get started with a study plan for revision. Prelim will be around end of Feb and early March. However, Jan started off with mens too abruptly. It came in early and messed up my plan of FR. Guess I will feel better tonight. Hopefully.Simply dont have the mood for everything now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8872722427169248606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8872722427169248606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1016140008534027821</id><published>2011-01-02T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:42:37.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><summary type='text'>Brand new year. Happy 2011~!2010 has been a marvellous year. The core ingredients of 2010 was first time experiences.I started off 2010 having my first ever examination in SIM that drove me insane. Not to forget, an awesome working experience with my colleagues in SLA.Oh ya! 2010 was also a year where most of us turned 21st. Quite a few celebration was held and each has it's fun elements. Best of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1016140008534027821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1016140008534027821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-8013146054871277057</id><published>2011-01-02T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:17:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron highlands - 25 Dec to 27 Dec</title><summary type='text'>*Updates on my short runaway.It is awesome and probably the best xmas I ever had.The trip to Cameron Highlands consist the 26 of us. It would be troublesome and lack of excitement if we drove ourselves. The adults booked a bus which could fit everyone of us. The journey from JB to Cameron highlands took us around 9 hours. Pretty tiring. In between the journey, there are several toilet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8013146054871277057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/8013146054871277057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2011/01/cameron-highlands-25-dec-to-27-dec.html' title='Cameron highlands - 25 Dec to 27 Dec'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TSABX30qCXI/AAAAAAAABy0/0tO_xVBmk4E/s72-c/best%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-2018672260093332405</id><published>2010-12-21T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:55:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas 19th</title><summary type='text'>xmas cookie from pp &amp; xf.Next time, I make some eggless cookie for u gals! have yet to try it. Or we can meet up for baking session. C; xmas present from the galsexchanged present and I have gotten a Sephora's gift pack. Hearts!! If it were for me, I would love to have one but wouldn't bare to buy one. Now I don't have to.  When was the times u received a letter at ur door step? Lovely xmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2018672260093332405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/2018672260093332405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-19th.html' title='xmas 19th'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TRAU5N444II/AAAAAAAAByY/BV2PROjjGH8/s72-c/grp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-9042208829612989108</id><published>2010-12-16T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:21:01.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential for the day.</title><summary type='text'>Specs and M&amp;M choco. There are times that I can't help and dozed off. certainly, there are moments that are so unglam that my friend can't stand me and woke me up. I swear that it was unintentional and the problem is that I don't even know that I dozed off.However, too much of choco caused a out-break! There should be a better way to stay awake throughout lesson. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/9042208829612989108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/9042208829612989108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2010/12/essential-for-day.html' title='Essential for the day.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TQobauBCglI/AAAAAAAAByA/x1Cr8RR-rOc/s72-c/DSC_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3069276868122532863</id><published>2010-12-15T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:33:54.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas</title><summary type='text'> kind of curious how each of the drinks taste like. the grp of us gave it a try! Of all, I prefer the beer. :B There are a lot more variety and shall try it some day!A moment ago, we finalised what we are going to do for xmas meet up! It goona be awesome. Right before 23 Dec I am not goona share. =P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3069276868122532863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3069276868122532863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas.html' title='xmas'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TQem2O0wiBI/AAAAAAAABx4/4FCF4KvZFbk/s72-c/dsdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-1268534210388294236</id><published>2010-12-13T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:16:50.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love.</title><summary type='text'>mnoday again!Getting less tolerant towards the journey to school. And finally yes FINALLY decided to stay back in school to revise my text alone in the school lib. Initially, the thought of being alone daunted me. Worrying that I will not be able to concentrate well. I rather waste my time and money to travel home.Today was my first time staying back in school. pretty good. In future, I shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1268534210388294236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/1268534210388294236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-love.html' title='We love.'/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730724046296688672.post-3043706535932474993</id><published>2010-12-12T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:53:05.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It around 2 weeks away from xmas. Best season of the year ever. I bet every single day my mind was chanting away how close I am to xmas. ho!ho!ho! Right before this, I need a decent hair cut. :B Currently, I am waiting for socky's reply for the actual price. Hopefully, it wasn't too far from my budget.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3043706535932474993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730724046296688672/posts/default/3043706535932474993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mkloves.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-around-2-weeks-away-from-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>SimplyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05581279404340400835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zp77xTea4-4/TQRrFPE9j7I/AAAAAAAABxw/1JZCBTliXGw/s72-c/fsdfsdfsfsdf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
