<?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-8771205</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:19:54.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiddenAgenda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771205.post-2090049186685703172</id><published>2007-07-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:39:01.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOT BLOGGING FOR LONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-2090049186685703172?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/2090049186685703172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/2090049186685703172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-blogging-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-8169272094937458612</id><published>2007-03-23T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:42:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah! A month later.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling quite down for the past few weeks. So, my mind starts thinking about stupid stuff like committing suicide. How shocking will be it when everyone in the family wakes up in the morning and found out that you have bled to death (by slashing your wrist)? That's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said, "the one who appears to be strong is actually fragile deep inside." How true is this statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get a sample size.  ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with my result for Philosophy Term Paper 1 as well as Microeconomics. I better improve my score for Macroeconomics. As for the 2 science modules, it was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling this semester I can do better than last semester. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-8169272094937458612?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/8169272094937458612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/8169272094937458612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/03/hah-month-later_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-7102743200789093457</id><published>2007-02-24T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:59:47.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day was great! Dinner at some Country? Ribs? at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;MingYong's bday was mmm. Yummilicious. Buffet at Goodwood Park.&lt;br /&gt;Eve of CNY, reunion dinner was damn filling. Last bit of spring cleaning was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Days of CNY, bad. VERY bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that as I grew older, CNY and house-visitings are getting boring to me. I felt damn tired during house-visitings. I even fell asleep at my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad headache on day two too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I love CNY goodies. I ate quite alot and it's very heaty that I've got an ulcer now. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term break isn't that great either. It's so short due to CNY. I didn't really bother to go for house-visiting but I'm into the CNY mood that studying seems to be out of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only started studying on Tues. But til now, it ended like this:&lt;br /&gt;1-2 hours of reading&lt;br /&gt;3-4 hours of eating&lt;br /&gt;2-4 hours of watching television&lt;br /&gt;8-10 hours of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;left over 2 hours??? Just sit around and stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm panicking!! Macro not done yet! Micro half way through. Philo essay, left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead .................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I decided to cut short my sleeping time and study throughout the night. What a "great" idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-7102743200789093457?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/7102743200789093457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/7102743200789093457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/02/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-9056001498398268970</id><published>2007-02-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:57:24.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>I did some spring cleaning on saturday. My room. My table. Actually, my whole house. It took about 8 hours and it's not done yet. It's so tiring. I'm not sure what to blog. Weeks ahead are gonna be busy and packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein Universe and Quantum Weirdness TEST this tuesday!!! And guess what? I don't understand a single thing. Zero concept. It's an interesting module though. Open book test is not going to help me in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's ahead.&lt;br /&gt;First Valentine's Day with Xiao Ming.&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Ming's first birthday with ME.&lt;br /&gt;CNY!&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term break!&lt;br /&gt;Microeconomics Test&lt;br /&gt;Macroeconomics Test&lt;br /&gt;Genes and Society Term Essay&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy Term Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Einstein Term Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things! *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-9056001498398268970?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/9056001498398268970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/9056001498398268970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/02/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-5436461941605780204</id><published>2007-01-21T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:40:01.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Since I'm free right now, I might as well just update my blog before it stays at the same entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What should I update on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;enny, &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;enny, &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;alerie, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;haron and &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;achel for a wonderful time at our favourite The Minds Cafe. Although we played only like 3-4 games, we had lots and lots of fun together! I love word games even though my English sucks big too. Oh well, as least somehow I can get my team mates to guess the correct word. Lol. The best game of the night would be Telepaths (Is it this game?). The game where Tenny and I are in one team. We advanced quickly but Rach and Sharon caught up with us. It's like either one of us win. Telepathy. Sometimes we do have telepathy but sometimes we don't have it. Game brief description - write a certain number of words as shown on the board within the time limit, the words are associated to the card that one pick, either a picture of a word. Advanced by the number of similar words you and your partner had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game which will determine the winner, where we only need 2 steps (means 2 similar words). It was a picture of a dog and we had to write 5 words only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenny wrote : Snoopy, bark, bitch, etc.... (I can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote: bark, bastard, cat, oden etc.. (I can't remember either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we really had 2 words similar despite the easy picture of a dog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this game, it would be Taboo. Here are some things that we laughed about. (Actually we laughed almost all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word = Detective (My turn to describe): I said "WHO/what is L in the movie???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teammates said, "Loser?" *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word = Mistake (Jenny's turn): Tenny helped her by saying, "It was a ...... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others like "Black thing that follows you around = ghost??? Answer is Shadow" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022500659948960546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONlUGiHO5_4/RbOBvWhsOyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/scKkTpjvtnc/s320/Ladies+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ladies!!!! Pictures I've long uploaded onto my laptop as well as on my webshots. But because webshots are changing right now, so it's no working currently and there's no link. When it's up, I'll tell you guys unless you get it from me through msn. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-5436461941605780204?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/5436461941605780204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/5436461941605780204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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/_ONlUGiHO5_4/RbOBvWhsOyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/scKkTpjvtnc/s72-c/Ladies+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771205.post-7353996276326407502</id><published>2007-01-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:34:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital love</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dream about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dream I'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dancing right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looked like everyone was having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The kind of feeling I've waited so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop come a little closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As we jam the rhythm gets stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just a little little fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dancing all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is right to put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're feeling right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrap your arms around too&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel the shining sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this dream was all gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;About this dream and you&lt;br /&gt;I wish this dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;About this dream and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We'll make this dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-7353996276326407502?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/7353996276326407502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/7353996276326407502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/01/digital-love.html' title='Digital love'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-5414939037129667940</id><published>2007-01-05T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:22:42.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated</title><content type='html'>Oh. Happy Belated NEW YEAR! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored at home. I don't really like my current blog. I shall remove the picture and do a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye 2006! Good year! I love working at UOB in 2006. I love ARTS camp 06. I love soci camp 06. I love UNIVERSITY life in 2006. Good things in 2006? LIOW MING YONG! and SUTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best songs. I was listening to 98.7fm Top 100 countdown on 31 Dec. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My favourites in 2006 are:&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Sexyback by Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;So sick by Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;Buttons by PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the nokia Ad song on SCV... that is "DIGITAL LOVE" by Daft punk. I've been listening to it on television in the month of december and it's STUCK to my head. I keep humming the tune. Finally today, I google it and poof! I've got the song title and download it. I shall put it as my blog song for the time being. WAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-5414939037129667940?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/5414939037129667940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/5414939037129667940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2007/01/belated.html' title='belated'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-3764165743301188003</id><published>2006-12-30T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:40:01.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I did some changes to my blog. However, it's still under construction. The layout abit ugly and I still got other photos to put; like TSRVJ darlings and BFTs. I shall continue when I have the time! WAHAHA! =) Hopefully I can do flash or other pro stuff. Maybe I should go take some computing modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Didn't they say that I would make a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Didn't they say you were gonna out of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;People told me you were too much to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I couldn't see it, I didn't want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I let you in, and you let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You messed me up and you turned my life around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Left me feeling I had nowhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was alone how was I to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'll be there when I needed somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'll be there the only one could help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had a picture of you in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Never knew it would be so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why'd it take me so long just to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The friend that was there all along&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONlUGiHO5_4/RZYJO7Pp1zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s2g0mKNnIl8/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014205387149793074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONlUGiHO5_4/RZYJO7Pp1zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s2g0mKNnIl8/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAHA! Abit random to put this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-3764165743301188003?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/3764165743301188003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/3764165743301188003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/12/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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/_ONlUGiHO5_4/RZYJO7Pp1zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s2g0mKNnIl8/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771205.post-3004823099517789368</id><published>2006-12-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:20:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas over, what's next?</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Christmas day was good for me! Christmas eve dinner too! Turkey, honey baked ham, log cake, wines, pork ribs, salads, baked potatoes... Yummilicious! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas means New Year! Or maybe bidding period. Release of results etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold cold Christmas. Raining all day and night. And I'm eating Ben and Jerry's now! Lolx. Feels like heaven. I've got 3 tubs of B&amp;J's ice cream in my freezer. I'm going to be fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-3004823099517789368?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/3004823099517789368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/3004823099517789368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-over-whats-next.html' title='Christmas over, what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-660056456038231675</id><published>2006-12-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:11:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ooo... It's Christmas's eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours more to Christmas.. maybe another 23 hours ... minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored at home. There's nothing much I can do. It's raining almost every single day; non-stop. Even if I go shopping, it's so crowded everywhere. Actually, I wanted to go vivocity yesterday (23 Dec) cause it's open til midnight. But well, nobody accompany me. Haha. So, I stayed at home whole day sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I do at home:&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Do sudoku (I have not completed the book containing over 400 puzzles that I bought one year ago)&lt;br /&gt;Play Diner Dash 3 - Flo on the go (I have completed the game! Wheeee! Fun!)&lt;br /&gt;Do some household chores&lt;br /&gt;Clear my room (Although it's still in the mess)&lt;br /&gt;Read "Where Rainbows End" by Cecelia Ahern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy and read the new book by Mitch Albom - "For one more day".&lt;br /&gt;But I want to have the soft cover paperback type so I guess I have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can start planning my semester 2's timetable and modules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-660056456038231675?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/660056456038231675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/660056456038231675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116663455155303694</id><published>2006-12-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:39:42.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days of christmas</title><content type='html'>I love the song "12 Days of Christmas". It's so funny especially the one sung by the chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching the cartoons and movie by The Chipmunks. So cute! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/320/47334/alvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The blue highlighted words are the words which Alvin and the Chipmunks distorted. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, &lt;strong&gt;Alvin&lt;/strong&gt; is the one wearing red&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/1600/142973/alvinown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/320/244075/alvinown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/1600/142973/alvinown.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt; in blue &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/1600/733453/simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/320/426019/simon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/1600/837770/simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Theodore&lt;/strong&gt; in gree&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/1600/458739/theodore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4411/611/320/913847/theodore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A partridge in a pear tree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;second day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;/span&gt;, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;third day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Three French hens&lt;/span&gt;, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fourth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Four calling birds&lt;/span&gt;, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fifth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five golden rings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(The part which everyone remember clearly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sixth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;/span&gt;, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seventh day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;/span&gt;, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eighth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;/span&gt;, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Can we stop now, Dave)&lt;/span&gt; Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ninth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nine ladies dancing&lt;/span&gt;, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I'm getting tired, Dave)&lt;/span&gt; Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tenth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ten lords a-leaping&lt;/span&gt;, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I'm getting tired) &lt;/span&gt;Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eleventh day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, my true love sent to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eleven pipers piping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Eleven Pipers skipping/sleeping?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt; Ten lords a-leaping &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Ten milking jumpers)&lt;/span&gt;, Nine ladies dancing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Nine jumping say hey?)&lt;/span&gt; , Eight maids a-milking (Eight maids a-bathing?) , Seven swans a-swimming , Six geese a-laying &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Now cut that out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;twelfth day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my true love&lt;/span&gt; sent&lt;/em&gt; to me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Twelve drummers drumming&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More info: &lt;a href="http://www.thechipmunks.com/"&gt;http://www.thechipmunks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116663455155303694?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116663455155303694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116663455155303694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 days of christmas'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116582164023219173</id><published>2006-12-11T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:20:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its holidays</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Holidays started last week. I've been slacking and playing all day and night. I feel damn useless. There are so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgent and important: Soci Soc night cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gonna be like shit. Numbers not even confirmed. What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I miss Tenny, Rach, Jenny, Sharon and Val!!! Though we din meet up on last saturday, I still do miss you ladies! Meet up soon k! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to update. I'm lazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116582164023219173?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116582164023219173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116582164023219173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-holidays.html' title='its holidays'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116454639384321871</id><published>2006-11-26T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:06:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil update</title><content type='html'>Post an entry before I continue with my Physical Geography. Exams have started. EA1101 down, Economics over too! 3 more to go before I can enjoy my holidays! I can't wait! I have not shop for ages, even surfing net is like "OUT!" in my list of things to do. Ever since Economics paper ended yesterday, I became crazy. I played neopets for like hours and hours non-stop. I'm so happy that I've completed the game challenge which started on 24 november. *Phew* Just in case I'm way back-dated like those plots I've missed. December is here, it's the month of celebrating! And the beloved advent calender will be giving out gifts everday!!! I bet right after Japanese Studies exam, I will be in front of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't care how well I did this semester. I'm sure it won't be good. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do my best and have no regrets! (Sounds like the overnight-famous lines of William Hung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She bangs, she bangs...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global climate. Climate changes. Global water issues. Land covers. Earth surface processes. Geohazards. Geographical Imaginations. Globalisation. Flows of capital. People across borders. Cultural diffusion. Place identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Studies. Lots and lots of things to memorise. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116454639384321871?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116454639384321871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116454639384321871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/lil-update.html' title='a lil update'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116386051702413823</id><published>2006-11-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:35:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my first semester sucks. Despite taking only 4 modules + 1 EA module, I don't think I can get a good cap score. Freak manz. Argh. Terrible semester one leads to a horrible university life. Haha. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better study harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for exams to end on 4th dec. I got lots and lots of things to do!!! And I miss shopping!&lt;br /&gt;My list of things is getting longer by day. Moreover, I have to write down my Christmas list for my family. Hohoho. I wonder which item on my Christmas list this year will be fulfilled by my parents. Wahaha. REvamp my room, table and wardrobe. Learn driving, hopefully. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Back to reality. It's study time! Exams next week, sobz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116386051702413823?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116386051702413823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116386051702413823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-my-first-semester-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116368037583053338</id><published>2006-11-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:35:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. My progress is not too bad but a little slow. I know why, MY BLOODY COMFY BED!!! I've been sleeping like nobody's business. Hours and hours. 3-4 hours at night, 5-6 in the morning, 3-4 in the afternoon. More than 10 hours in total per day. My room's light is not bright enough, especially the area where my table is. I don't have a table lamp because it takes up space on my table. Damn. As a result, I have to migrate to my living room to study. Anyway, webcast is so much better downstairs than in my room. The reason is that the wireless point is strongest in my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so glad that I'm going to study finish Geography!! Woohoo!! However, that means I have to start on Japanese studies. Oh my gosh... Argh. Japanese Studies bores me to death. I really love Geography especially the physical part. So interesting! Then, I realise I'm a little similar to Dr. Lim. Hydrologist! Her love for the water studies for Geography which is the Hydrosphere. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;The 4 parts of Geography are: Biosphere, Hydrosphere, Lithosphere and Atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;During my slacking time, I will be thinking of my majors and semester 2's modules. Should I major in Geography or Economics? There are a lot of readings for Geography. And that really turns me off. How? How? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Better start on my studies now! No time to waste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116368037583053338?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116368037583053338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116368037583053338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116306513176834024</id><published>2006-11-09T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:38:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling damn freaking stress these few weeks. Hell with all the projects. I've been popping panadol pills more often recently. Seems like my secondary school and JC days are back. Freaking stress. What's with the stupid stress feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you gave me a wake-up scolding or whatever you may want to say. I'm feeling down since then. I know and I understood every single thing which you said. But I just can't focus. Maybe I'm just a coward or a wuss like you mentioned. However, I'm trying my best to give my fullest attention to my studies already. Not my best effort though. The drive is just not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry so badly but I remembered your words. Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, am I not good enough for you? I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is scolding me. Argh. I'm such a S-H-I-T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116306513176834024?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116306513176834024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116306513176834024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/wake-up.html' title='wake up'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116300049097477619</id><published>2006-11-08T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:41:30.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quit school</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna quit school and join Tenny, Rachel, Valerie and Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results for mid-term test suck big time. Economics. I'm better than 6 people out of 760. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting with all the elites. Darlings, HELP ME PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself another chance. If not, I better think of alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About or less than 2 weeks to my final year exams!!! Study study study! Gotta mug like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to BFTs and Darlings that I can't meet up with you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching my kid chemistry reminded me of my love for chemistry. Maybe I could have join Sharon and do a degree that is associated with chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I in Arts? Freak man. My english sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better continue on my 1500+ words on JS project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116300049097477619?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116300049097477619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116300049097477619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/quit-school.html' title='quit school'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116263312331467191</id><published>2006-11-04T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:38:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>Continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Everyone (who says my new hairstyle is nice) makes my day! That includes Kelly, Kenn, Joshua, Xiao Ming etc. I can't remember already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I decided to cut short hair, I gotta live with it. I'm happy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116263312331467191?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116263312331467191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116263312331467191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116252332393718253</id><published>2006-11-03T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:08:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair cut</title><content type='html'>My new hairstyle doesn't really suits me. My family members said I look prettier with long hair. I look like a school girl now. What the heck? I'm a university student! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116252332393718253?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116252332393718253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116252332393718253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/11/hair-cut.html' title='hair cut'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116058340517459786</id><published>2006-10-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:16:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econs</title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna fail econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. My mind just went blank during the test. I looked at the questions from the first few pages, I knew it's over. I just flipped through it, trying to attempt those questions that I knew. I just simply forget every single thing about economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough practise of MCQs?&lt;br /&gt;Did not study hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;I did not understand the concepts right from the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;Is it pure memory work?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just NOT my cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I've not choice. Economics is something closely related to mathematics or bizad. Although it is more of a social science. Most probably I want and would like to major in economics. I gotta put in more effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing my answers with Mingyong and Shafiq, I have like almost half of the questions wrong. Whereas their difference is only two. What the hell? Most likely, I would get 50% right. Just pass, which is like 15% of my whole module since this test is made up of 30% of the whole module. Freak manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting at least a B for this module seems tough. I can see my years in NUS ending soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116058340517459786?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116058340517459786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116058340517459786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/10/econs.html' title='econs'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116028497041081549</id><published>2006-10-08T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:50:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song for a saviour</title><content type='html'>In open fields of wild flowers&lt;br /&gt;She breathes the air and flies away&lt;br /&gt;She thanks her Jesus for&lt;br /&gt;The daises and the roses&lt;br /&gt;In no simple language&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll understand&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of it all&lt;br /&gt;He's more than the laugher&lt;br /&gt;Or the stars in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;As close a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Or a song on her lips&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll trust him&lt;br /&gt;And learn how to see him&lt;br /&gt;Someday he'll call her&lt;br /&gt;And she will come running&lt;br /&gt;And fall in his arms&lt;br /&gt;And tears will fall down&lt;br /&gt;And she'll pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting silent wearing sunday best&lt;br /&gt;The sermon echoes through the walls&lt;br /&gt;A great salvation through it&lt;br /&gt;Calls to the people who stare into nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Can't feel the chains on their soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to easy to call you Saviour&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to call you a God&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit and think of&lt;br /&gt;Words I can mention to show my devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Love song for a saviour" by Jars Of Clay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116028497041081549?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116028497041081549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116028497041081549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-song-for-saviour.html' title='Love song for a saviour'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-116005995385276155</id><published>2006-10-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:52:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm really emotionally unstable. What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; with me who always puts up with my nonsense. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; also tries to make me feel better most of the time. Without &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, my life would be empty. Of course, I have many nice friends around me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, I suddenly think of the past. I think my school days suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me unhappy:&lt;br /&gt;ODAC, without doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Bad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are memorable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Primary school ~ My Choir days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondary school ~ My Class Faith 2-2, 3-2, 4-2 and my beloved BFTs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junior College ~ My Class 1S06,2S06 and my Darling ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, of course its SUTO people as well as Nancy. I'm really glad I went for ARTS camp, Sociology camp and O week. Of course, its not the camp. But the people I've met there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 months here, and many more to come! I cherished every single day with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-116005995385276155?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116005995385276155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/116005995385276155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-im-really-emotionally-unstable.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115967955230153915</id><published>2006-10-01T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:12:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ILDR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EN'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;PY B&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AY TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115967955230153915?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115967955230153915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115967955230153915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115963357024267366</id><published>2006-10-01T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:26:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself for being moody and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for hurting the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for slacking.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I having a depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fulfil all the "so called" symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115963357024267366?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115963357024267366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115963357024267366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-myself-for-being-moody-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115937318979807375</id><published>2006-09-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:06:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Half of my "holidays" are gone. I've not done anything much except surveying poeple for my SS and Geography projects. I just wanna slack all my life. Maybe I should just marry a rich man. Haha. Sentosa yesterday was not bad. Fun but not as fun as usual. I don't know why, maybe it's because of the weather. Learnt that Monica's workplace is so cool! And be sure to give me discount for the Luge which I've yet to try! Talking to my good friends are enjoying. I miss those days with BFTs and my Darlings. Where have all you've been? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, my NUS friends are cool. I love them all. Without them, my life would be empty. Imagine a loner walking around the school? Lunching alone? Going for lectures and tutorials alone? How sad can that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures of People I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People that bring colours to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love in the first degree? Or Together forever?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20133.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/DSC01903.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/DSC01903.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss you ladies! And Sharon, can I have your bday photos??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/pic2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/pic2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When's our next meeting, may I know??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115937318979807375?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115937318979807375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115937318979807375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/09/half-of-my-holidays-are-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115899559273726261</id><published>2006-09-23T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:22:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dirty Dancing 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ouB7sxLgKys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ouB7sxLgKys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inspired by Mr. Parappaboy.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to put a video of my favourite movie, "Dirty Dancing 2, Havana Nights"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this movie to bits! I don't mind watching it again and again. =)&lt;br /&gt;I still remember where I watched it, with who and the free preview tickets given by my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115899559273726261?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115899559273726261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115899559273726261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/09/dirty-dancing-2-inspired-by-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115894482966021711</id><published>2006-09-23T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:07:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fan of joyce</title><content type='html'>it would be senseless to be immortal, but over and over again, he recognizes those chocolate brown eyes. she comes back for him over time, be it that she has forgotten or in another life; conscientious or not. once in a while she looks directly at him, it's as though she's seen him before only to draw away in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chihiro/hakun; spirited away (inspired by Sunfreak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Above extracted from my beloved Joyce's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, I'm your biggest FAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115894482966021711?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115894482966021711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115894482966021711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/09/fan-of-joyce.html' title='fan of joyce'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115848637396578651</id><published>2006-09-17T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:46:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've endured 5 weeks of school. *Pats* on my shoulder. But my brain feels empty. I've gained no knowledge at all. What the heck?! This sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is week 6. Yay! Last week of school before the recess week starts. Which also means holidays are round the corner! However, obviously, this holiday is for us to do our project as well as catch up on our schoolwork. I shall work harder during this holiday. Wahahaha. But I doubt so. Since I always tell myself that but no actions. Argh. One week of holiday is not enough!!! I demand MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this coming saturday is Joyce's birthday. Sad to say, I may not have time for you, girl! I've got CYCLOHUNT. Night cycling. But don't worry, I'm sure Shawn will brighten up your day. *Giggles* Oops. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What crap is this? Why am I wasting my time blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115848637396578651?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115848637396578651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115848637396578651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-endured-5-weeks-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115764029649194479</id><published>2006-09-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:44:56.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get lost in time</title><content type='html'>I feel so lost ever since I fall ill. Maybe I'm always lost. Running round and round in a maze garden, finding for the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to wake up soon and know my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already the end of 4th week of University Life. I'm still not serious with my work. Looking at people studying around me, I feel scared and stressed up. No one to be blamed. I just need to get started on my own. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, does my blog music sounds good? Great right??? I love it to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to MY for converting it from M4a to Mp3 so that I can put it in my HP as well as on my blog. All because my sister uses Ipod. So every single song rip from cd will be in m4a format. But it's okay. I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big THANK YOU to Mr. IT Pro aka Genius aka LMY aka XM. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115764029649194479?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115764029649194479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115764029649194479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-lost-in-time.html' title='Get lost in time'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115734499172793532</id><published>2006-09-04T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:44:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I think MY is right about me having Econs-phobia. And this phobia really hit me badly this time round. I'm so sick. Weak. etc. Lying on my bed for days. Actually, only a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;Skipping lectures and tutorials on Monday once again. Not that I always skip school.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I've got MC to cover up. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to MY for buying lunch for me today. How sweet of him! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY is a great guy! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115734499172793532?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115734499172793532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115734499172793532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115686833261702777</id><published>2006-08-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:18:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>I think all the PMS is getting into me. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a big big break! But school just started!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, people! Don't worry, ladies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now! Happy sha-la-la! So nice to be happy! *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you out there! (To make it known - its SUTO, BFTs and TJSRV darlings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115686833261702777?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115686833261702777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115686833261702777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115668509385126378</id><published>2006-08-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:05:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>What did I owe you people? Photos? Entries? I'll update when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in a mess. I feel so shitty, crap etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenny, Rachel, Jenny, Sharon and Joyce - You people are so right about me. You ladies understand me the most! Most importantly, I love you all more than anything. Thanks for everything. Thanks for making my life so beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;, I know you understand me too. I miss the times we talked in school during JC days in the "Fish Tank" aka Study area. I love you, dearest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115668509385126378?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115668509385126378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115668509385126378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115645261035636998</id><published>2006-08-25T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:50:10.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTS BASH II</title><content type='html'>I just came back from ARTS BASH II. Actually it is not just, because it is quite some time already. Just that I came online now at this weird timing at 4.27am. I bet either everyone is sleeping or clubbing. Maybe they are on their way back too. =) I'm so happy that Jamie won. As for Kenneth, he's not too bad. Hmm. Can pass! At least he took the module "Remote Sensing" too. So that adds on to our list of ARTS people taking a physics module which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Clubbing is really NOT my cup of tea. I can drink. But I can't dance. Especially when the music sucks big time. Today, I drank so little. I feel as though I didn't drink at all. And what now? I'm so damn awake. Something's wrong with me. Argh! Maybe it is MOS's fault. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't wake up on time tomorrow for Geography lecture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (24 Aug) was my sister's birthday. So, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to my DEAREST SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna be damn broke this month. I know so many August babies! Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm going to a birthday party on Saturday where 3 of my lovely secondary school ladies are celebrating their birthday together. I hope I don't spend much on their presents. Please. I wanna shop online! Haha. That's so mean. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To BFTS, when are you girls celebrating my birthday? I demand a birthday celebration! The reason is you girls always celebrate my birthday without ME! And don't forget presents! I still have not collected my past birthday presents from Joyce's house. That's damn sad! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To TSJRV darlings, please. We are one big family! We shall unite as one on 26 of August! I miss you, VALERIE! (The rest don't be jealous because I miss you ladies as much too BUT Val is special. I can't remember when's the last time I saw her! Oh my gosh! Is it getting 'A' levels results that day? It just came across my mind! Please correct me! or at least confirm it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. Let's talk about school. The module "Remote Sensing For Earth Observation" is damn cock. I can't stand it! All the information just can't seem to get into my small brain. I know it's small but good enough. My timetable is screwed up. I don't have any FREE days now. Argh! And Ming Yong is damn noob. (The IVLE thing) No wonder Kenn say cannot study with MY. Because Xiao Ming is clueless about everything. Haha. Sorry dear. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go and bathe then catch some sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Smoking sucks. Smoke irritates me BIG TIME. It stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115645261035636998?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115645261035636998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115645261035636998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/arts-bash-ii.html' title='ARTS BASH II'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115608585425079373</id><published>2006-08-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:00:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th birthday</title><content type='html'>Time to update. I'll start with MY BIRTHDAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Birthday to me. Belated one.&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised and happy on friday! Thanks to Kelly, Tze Yeong, Roy, Claryce, Shafiq and Kenn, not forgetting Ming Yong! Thanks for everything. From the cake to the sunflower, to the book and the birthday song and wishes! If it wasn't you guys, I think my birthday is quite pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! None of my beloved darlings msged me or wish me happy birthday. All 10 of you. *sobz* Tenny, Rachel, Sharon, Jenny, Valerie, Joyce, Zihui, Eunice, Jocelyn and Monica!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Sharon and Monica msged me late that night. I forgive both of you. As for the rest, I understand that you ladies are busy with Uni, Poly FYP and exams. Fine. Reasons acceptable! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time cannot okay? hah. So childish. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to people who wish me too. Thanks to Sakura, Suto and Skyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year birthday celebration is so funny but cool. I'll always remember the times we spent at breko! Laughs. I laugh until I vomit. That's so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I enjoyed my day with my new friends. Thanks alot, people! I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update next time. I'm tired already! Photos will be up soon k! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115608585425079373?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115608585425079373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115608585425079373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-19th-birthday.html' title='Happy 19th birthday'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115565275870287745</id><published>2006-08-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:39:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to write</title><content type='html'>School has started. Let me talk about the first day of school. I've never seen so many people in NUS before because during camps, it was school term break. Lesser people. The bus stop is bloody crowded. I think the shuttle bus is useless to me. I might as well walk. Good right? Exercising at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are boring. Especially the one in the evening. I'm like, what the hell. Are you sure he is the lecturer. Sorry about my bitching here. Of course, I'm not saying anything bad about them. Laughs! I guess it's just the start. When all the tutorials, projects and assignments come, I'll start to complain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Enough of school. Camps! I'm so sad that O week has ended. Pictures coming up k! Although I'll take some time to update my blog. Don't worry, girls. I'll keep you updated as much as I can! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115565275870287745?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115565275870287745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115565275870287745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-to-write.html' title='what to write'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115515989443522929</id><published>2006-08-10T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:44:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entries</title><content type='html'>It's 5.35am now!!! Oh my gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read finish all my blog entries! 120++ entries. I can't believe it manz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some entries way back then was kinda funny! Some are good, some are lousy like shitx. But all in all, it is still so ME! Its like if you read other people's blog and compare it with yours, there is a difference. Alright. Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is so duhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Joyce's style of writing. No doubt about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take a short nap? I better get some sleep, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always don't sleep. Its bad for my health. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to please everyone and not make you guys out there worry, I shall try to sleep for like an hour or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be at home these few days. In camp! In school! =)&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back to blog, k? Don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love Tenny, Rachel, Sharon, Valerie, Jenny and BFTs! I miss all of you ladies and hot babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115515989443522929?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115515989443522929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115515989443522929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/entries.html' title='entries'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115515300940406030</id><published>2006-08-10T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:52:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nights</title><content type='html'>Argh. Just feel like blogging again! I just added new links to my blog. When will I ever be done furnishing my blog? Hmm. Look at the left, that blank space! I'm still thinking about that space over there. Sorry if it's taking too long. Most probably I'll put nice pictures there. I wonder if I'll have the time to do that. School's gonna start real soon - on the 14th august! I must study real hard to make up for A levels. Well, I always tell myself that but in the end, I just simply slack my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I feel like watching VCDs. Many many more! Like "Sex and The City", "Meteor Garden", "The Cool Guy", "Feel 100%" and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my lovely Jenny lend me "Sex And The City" dvds again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about next week! School. Lectures. Tutorials. Notes. Long bus rides. No school uniform to wear. Ah! I think I'm gonna keep wearing the same thing to school. How boring. But argh! So troublesome. Every morning, I'll take a long time to decide what to wear. And, thus causing me to be late as usual. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 turning 19. NOT announcing to the world that my birthday is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY ................. &lt;--- ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115515300940406030?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115515300940406030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115515300940406030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/late-nights.html' title='Late nights'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115515139784525838</id><published>2006-08-10T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:23:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Its 3.12am now. Damn. Am I not gonna sleep again? I think I got a serious sleeping problem. Maybe I should really migrate to countries that are afternoon or night time now. America! Europe! Haha. I can easily adapt in those areas. What crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I meant later, is Sentosa! Beach games for Day 5 of ARTS O week! So cool! I can't wait to see my lovely freshies playing games while I catch some sleep. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving house at about 7.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack my bag between 7 - 7.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and bathe at about 6.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I got about 3 hours to sleep. That's if I sleep right now. Immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to update my darlings?? New friends are gonna read my blog. So it adds on to my list. Not only Mark, Shi Rui, BFTs - Red, Orange, Pink, Green, Purple, my TSRJV darlings and my family members. I wonder who else reads my boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes to MY or my new cool friends,  My blog is all about ME, Myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. My wonderful life. Yay! I'm lovin' it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115515139784525838?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115515139784525838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115515139784525838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/08/different.html' title='different'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115427676034720379</id><published>2006-07-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:26:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break!</title><content type='html'>Alright. That's all for now. More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got Pre-camp 06 photos and more outings' photos. Haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115427676034720379?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427676034720379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427676034720379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-break.html' title='I need a break!'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115427615888640043</id><published>2006-07-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:17:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suriopto OG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/CIMG9067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/CIMG9067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115427615888640043?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427615888640043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427615888640043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/suriopto-og.html' title='Suriopto OG'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115427423685891746</id><published>2006-07-30T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:43:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soci camp Og outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool people around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SuriOpto outing at Big O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shafiq and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of Suri OG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SuriOpto outing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115427423685891746?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427423685891746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427423685891746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/soci-camp-og-outing.html' title='Soci camp Og outing'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115427284793074399</id><published>2006-07-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:20:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sociology Camp 06!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/SOCI%20125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Claryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Sakura people who went for Soci Camp&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/SOCI%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suri OG &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/SOCI%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hostel Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/SOCI%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before going Zouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/SOCI%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd night of Camp, Me and MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/SOCI%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/SOCI%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Supper nearby NUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115427284793074399?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427284793074399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427284793074399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115427077381594613</id><published>2006-07-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:46:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OG outings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Og outings!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Outing%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Outing%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY, Roy, Van, Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Outing%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Outing%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Ben, MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Outing%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Outing%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Outing%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Outing%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gina, Grace, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee2822db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/ee2822db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gina, Grace, Me, Kel, Esther, Angel on NEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee32b210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/ee32b210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiff, Kel, Amy, Huishan, Van, Me, Ginny, Claryce @ Fish and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115427077381594613?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427077381594613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427077381594613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/og-outings.html' title='OG outings'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115427009021232578</id><published>2006-07-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:56:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry peepz</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I'm really sorry for not updating! Although I still remember those days I spent in camp. But I'm LAZY! I'm BUSY too. Lazy and busy. Thus, no time to blog. So I decided to let the pictures do the talking. Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARTS camp 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee42c574.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee42c574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/ee42c574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee42d112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/ee42d112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee42cf02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/ee42cf02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/ee42d30f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/ee42d30f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115427009021232578?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427009021232578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115427009021232578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-peepz.html' title='Sorry peepz'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115372709828232827</id><published>2006-07-24T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:45:21.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTS CAMP day one</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Finally got the time to blog! Here's what I've promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS CAMP 06 - 26 June to 30 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything started, I was really excited but yet scared because I don't know anyone there and I've no friends going to FASS. It sucks. Really. Anyway, packing the bloody bag drives me nuts. Early in the morning, I took a bus there. It was damn crowded. My gosh! Am I gonna be squeeze with the crowd everyday when school reopens?? My bag was really huge, and I look like a turtle with the shell on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Eusoff Hall, there were lots and lots of people. Noise everywhere. Cheering and clapping. I really freaked out BIG TIME! It was fun though. First day was ice-breaking and campus tour games. Ice-breaking as usual wasn't really appealing. Because it's like 270 freshies in one small hall playing stupid games. Imagine that? But the campus tour was quite fun! At least I get to know the school for the first time! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building of mascot , playing stupid market games. Fun fun and more fun! First day ended just like that. I made friends with the girls in my OG. Let me introduce, My OG is called SAKURA! my house is called SAGANI! 18 freshies in my OG. Here it goes: Joanne (That's me), Kelly, Tiffany, Vanessa, Claryce, Meizi, Ginny, Michelle, Esther, Angel, Grace, Huishan, MingYong, Roy, Shafiq, Kenn, Kenneth and Derek. The 18 coolest, chioest, handsome freshies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's for it today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115372709828232827?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115372709828232827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115372709828232827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/arts-camp-day-one.html' title='ARTS CAMP day one'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115323809176620289</id><published>2006-07-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:54:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh</title><content type='html'>Hey people out there,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really sorry for not UPDATING my blog for a long long time. I'm really busy these few weeks. It's like camps after camps. So tiring but fun! Meet lots and lots of new people who are so cool to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, but first, I've gotta update like now. Pictures later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my UOB job on the 5th July. YAY!!!! Clap hands* everybody!! Reason being, I've got another camp the week after and they don't need me anyway. Plus, I guess I wanna enjoy my holidays for now til school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS CAMP 06 - POOF! Be art-socised!!&lt;br /&gt;This camp is AMAZING!! I shall blog about it in one entry k. Don't worry, I do remember stuff. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG outings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCI CAMP!!! - Sociology&lt;br /&gt;This camp is damn cool. I simply love it!!! In another single entry also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-camp for O week 06!!! - Too FASS too furious&lt;br /&gt;This camp is also GREAT!!! Just ended today (18 july).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired yet I still try to blog a little information of my life here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine and good! THUMBS UP! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy and blessed. Yeah!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any juicy gossips? Wahahaha. Shall tell my BFTs and TJSRV darlings when I meet up with you all. Or maybe I'll blog in some entry about it k. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for it now, I'm tired. I wanna sleep!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115323809176620289?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115323809176620289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115323809176620289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh my gosh'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-115115784482525131</id><published>2006-06-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:04:05.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days or less</title><content type='html'>Oh my GOSH!!! I'm so excited but scared!! Monday is my Orientation Camp. AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me nuts. And I have not started packing. Argh. There's a lot of things to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried. Worried. Worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent alot of money this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself with Tenny Darling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damages : Cluedo, Levi's Lady Style's Jeans, a tube top and PUMA shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort-of last day of work on friday. Good! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be updated k. Cya. Gotta plan what to pack with the super long packing list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days. 5 sets of clothes. Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-115115784482525131?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115115784482525131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/115115784482525131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-days-or-less.html' title='2 days or less'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114992136155761049</id><published>2006-06-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:40:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the pictures do the talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the pictures from last saturday outing with Joyce and Rinoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside Marina Square! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we look like sisters?? Same hairstyle/parting. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inbetween Marina Square and Millenia Walk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm, Why am I looking at the screen instead of the lens?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFT blue and Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What am I doing?? Me and Miss Red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss Blue and Miss Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha! Caught ya! Shocked Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the crowd going to the PC show at Suntec Convention last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll eat it up all! My lil' princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the sugar on her face, eat until so messy. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Why is my lil' princess looking bored?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Heart-shaped pie or whatever looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Say cheese! Red! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More pictures next entry!! I gotta go continue to pack my room. It's in a mess. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114992136155761049?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114992136155761049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114992136155761049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-pictures-do-talking.html' title='Let the pictures do the talking'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114950634751383418</id><published>2006-06-05T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:20:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Joyce and Rinoa</title><content type='html'>Alright. Here's a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, I went out with Joyce and Rinoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See, she's so cute!&lt;p align="left"&gt;More pictures on the next entry. I started buying stuff again. That's such a big blow to my pocket. My damages for last week: white 3/4 pants from a shop in citylink, zara yellow top, berms from Samuel and Kevin and Fifa World Cup 2006 PS2 game for Mark. I think I should write down the stuff I bought during GSS. The sales weren't great, discounts not much but yet, I'm spending. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mark passed his driving test on 2nd June last friday. I'm happy for him. He passed everything on 1st attempt. Good job! Unlike me, I failed my BASIC theory. Can you believe it??? Never mind, I didn't studied for it and Mark says I'm over-confident. Well, maybe. Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If I had passed that basic theory test, I would have gotten my driving liciense now too!!! *sobz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As for today, work is getting boring and busy. I'm tired. Tired of everything. Headaches again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114950634751383418?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114950634751383418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114950634751383418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-out-with-joyce-and-rinoa.html' title='Day out with Joyce and Rinoa'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114890763191136454</id><published>2006-05-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:04:44.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Great Singapore Sale started last week. It wasn't that great. The sales aren't that good. But Orchard is really really crowded. Packed like sardines. I spent quite alot. I bought 3 lingeries triump ones (very expensive!), a cute notepad from Kinokuniya, accessories from Tangs and another heels from U.R.S that cost me $32!!! Hmm. I find that those shoes I bought that cost $30 and above are more comfy and doesn't give me blisters unlike those that are $30 and below. Weird. My new heels are so pinky! I'm beginning to be like Val! Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/URS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinky Heels! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;Just got my pay cheque again, so so happy! Finally I feel somewhat loaded. But I better save up. There's alot of things I wanna buy, yet, there's alot of things I wanna do that cost money. For example, learning to drive, wearing braces again etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to plan everything properly. I shall try to be organised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with work again. So weird, when I'm free, there's nothing to do. When I'm not free, work seems to pile up. Argh! Driving me nuts. Giving me headaches again! But I'm glad. June is here, soon it will be July and August start school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go Uni! It is so exciting especially when I'm finally doing something I always wanted to do. Not Accountancy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't want me to pursue that field I guess. Of course, my results aren't that good enough to go into that course. But I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to FASS. Studying ARTs. Can you believe it?!??! I'm finally doing something that gotta do with ARTs. At last, I got the chance. The artsy side of ME!!!! I'm so done with science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I always wanted to do Accountancy because the number 1 reason is EARN BIG BUCKS! and it's maths, one of my favourite. However, since God chose this path for me, I shall go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is, choosing which subject to major in. Of course, Year 1 is general, I think. But Year 2 or don't know when have to choose. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Studies (Yikes! No way! I'm not very chinese-ishy)&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Studies (This is so NOT me)&lt;br /&gt;Malay Studies (This is so NOT me too)&lt;br /&gt;SEA studies (Nah)&lt;br /&gt;South Asian Studies (No!)&lt;br /&gt;English Language &amp;amp; Literature (My English is not very good, I don't wanna die)&lt;br /&gt;History (I'm afraid I can't write)&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy (I would love to, but my English sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;Communications and New Media (It's mass comm. But my English sucks)&lt;br /&gt;Economics (Maybe. Can consider)&lt;br /&gt;Geography (Definitely considering this!! My favourite!)&lt;br /&gt;Political Science (I don't mind but afraid it is boring and will ANYONE vote for me during General Election??)&lt;br /&gt;Psychology (Sounds not too bad, but my English sucks)&lt;br /&gt;Social Work (Erm. I'm not that nice.)&lt;br /&gt;Sociology (I don't mind. It's different from Social work. *Phew*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think it's gonna be tough BECAUSE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ENGLISH cannot make it!!! *Sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'll get through this! I can do it through Christ who strengthens me. This is HIS plan. I will succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114890763191136454?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114890763191136454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114890763191136454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/05/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114847907175320470</id><published>2006-05-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:01:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures up for grabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work is getting boring. I have to tolerate the boredom. =) Here are some pictures, up for grabs or for admiration. =P Just kidding!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one taken on Val's bday, scanned and edited by Val too. I grabbed it from Val's blog. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job, girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you ladies!! Rach darling tooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/2pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/2pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My damage for last week! Bought the heels (below) and an office wear. The heels cost me $39!! So expensive. Argh, but quite comfy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/May.06(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/May.06%2824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New heels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, Tenny, I know my food was nice. But still, not up to standard. Haha. That's why I complain!! And I'm complaining on behalf of you all! *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos taken on last friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp; Tenny darling&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Rach darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zane darling &amp;amp; Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114847907175320470?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114847907175320470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114847907175320470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-up-for-grabs.html' title='pictures up for grabs'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114810248305589990</id><published>2006-05-20T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:34:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates again</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Time for blogging before going out to shop. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy Mother's Day to my mama. We cooked delicious meal for her on sunday. It was good. My sister's pasta, my chicken wings and stir-fry veggies. mmm.. Yummy! Then it was the gift presentation. All of us shared the present. It was a sort-of water bottle where the outside is surrounded by our photos. My sister made it. And next it was the Bird's Nest which costs 100+ bucks from Eu Yan Sang. It was worth it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the week, what else? Go work, lunch, after work, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when should I stop working? When I start my University??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad to receive NUS acceptance letter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the pay. But I have to deposit the cheque. So money will only go into my account on Monday. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I can shop like mad this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I apply for UOB campus account? *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or stick to my DBS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last night, I'm so happy to see my darling Tenny, Rachel and Jenny. We meet up and eat dinner as usual. The food at BREEKS! is not up to standard. Service sucks. The food came only after some time. Argh. Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we all agreed that we should meet up earlier so that the shops won't be close after we finished our dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be posted next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114810248305589990?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114810248305589990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114810248305589990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/05/updates-again.html' title='updates again'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114752995143383585</id><published>2006-05-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:19:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after today</title><content type='html'>FA cup final now on Star sports channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate finish my cup noodles. I'm so determined to gain weight and exercise. But the laziness in me is still around. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently troubled. Thinking of what to cook for my beloved mama tomorrow. We can't eat out because outside food is unhealthy and bad for my mama. So my sis and I are in charge of the dinner tomorrow. Most probably, I'll be cooking veggies. I love veggies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the thing is, how to cook something delicious and healthy. Come up with my own recipe. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of money!!! Please give me my pay soon. Haha. The truth is, I've got the urge to shop like mad. But the Great Singapore Sale is not here yet. There's so many many things I want to buy. I shall write down the list soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls be reminded:&lt;br /&gt;JL, you better save some money for rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored. Everyday work and work. I don't mind if I'm the executive or VP or some high post in the company. But just a temp staff, argh, sick. I can't wait to go back school and learn more stuff. Be wise and knowledgable. "Dear God, give me your wisdom." Sometimes, I feel so dumb. Maybe I am dumb. I'm not good at words. It sucks. That's one of my greatest regrets. I wish my proficiency in language is as good as my sister's. If only that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is just not fixed to notice and learn new words. Accept that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself using simple words in the corporate world. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114752995143383585?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114752995143383585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114752995143383585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-after-today.html' title='The day after today'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114726809477241329</id><published>2006-05-10T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:39:19.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On 29th Apr 06, it was my cousin's wedding day (Chinese one, cause ROM last year already). In the morning til afternoon, I was at her house, eating and eating. My sister was one of the "Jie mei" so she has to go her house even earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was held at Grand Copthorne hotel. Food is very very good!!!! Atmosphere not too bad, the ballroom area very classy, I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said. Photos shall do the talking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 pretty ladies (Cousins forever since young!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ranking of the WOO family cousins from left: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt;, 1st, 2nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe next year during CNY, we should have a FULL cousins photo taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reporter cum MC of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reporter Joanne Lee at the scene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AT the reception outside the ballroom (before the dinner starts, it's the cocktail reception)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no, I didn't drink that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ultimate FAMILY photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vic and JoA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone's camera skills sucks. (It's you, G!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The women of my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic%20196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%20196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Apr.06(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dessert! (Heart shaped Mango Pudding! It taste so different from normal mango pudding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Apr.06(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Apr.06%2818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture at the hotel using my HP. Nice, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114726809477241329?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114726809477241329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114726809477241329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/05/wedding-dinner.html' title='wedding dinner'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114723203055353500</id><published>2006-05-10T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:33:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at work</title><content type='html'>I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing here can access blogger. Because my previous workplace at SGH, I can't get into blogger website. It must have some firewall thingy. Whatever, I'm not IT-savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, things are pretty alright. Not much work. But still got work to do. Currently doing some statistics reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a receptionist cum Statistics clerk is tiring. I should be paid double my current pay cause I'm doing 2 people's job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist job is really rojak, everything must do. I think it's worst than logistics officer or whatever they call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, better get back to work, before I get caught!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114723203055353500?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114723203055353500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114723203055353500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-work.html' title='at work'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114640931645206541</id><published>2006-04-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:01:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just bored. So I decided to dig some pictures out and put them in my blog entries. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated and pissed today when I came home around 5+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's hungry and she's waiting for the fishes that Mark caught on Friday night. I brought it home from his house. She's hungry and ANGRY and weak. She started saying things. I'm like, "What? Huh? How I know you didn't ate lunch and waiting for the fish? I thought you said you going to go market and buy cod fish to eat?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. She's my mum. I just keep the frustration to myself. I tried to hide it. Hope she didn't see it through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I cooked dinner for her of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess BFTs doesn't know what happened. Only TSRVJ knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is diagnosed with 2nd Stage Breast Cancer. *Sobz*  *sigh*  *Sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... Now I just try my best to take good care of her and do everything for her. I don't want her to exert any force. Just rest and recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a month that I first found out from her. I prayed every night hoping that she'll be alright. She's strong, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, she says she feel weak and her immune system down/low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I feel so bad and sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? to improve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114640931645206541?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114640931645206541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114640931645206541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-just-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114640800932932304</id><published>2006-04-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:40:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures taken on Red's 18th bday (yr 05) using my HP special effect, Panorama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice and cool, right??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture(82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%2882%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Purple, Orange, Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture(80).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%2880%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, Blue, Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken on 14 May 05 at the Underwater World.&lt;br /&gt;The jellyfishes so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Underwater%20World%20140505%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Underwater%20World%20140505%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Underwater%20World%20140505%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Underwater%20World%20140505%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114640800932932304?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114640800932932304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114640800932932304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114640608925532490</id><published>2006-04-30T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:29:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFTs</title><content type='html'>Hey BFTs, here are the photos from Pink's 19th bday that I owe u all for quite some time!! If you want all the pictures plus the videos, feel free to ask me to send to you when you see me online on MSN. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/pic2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114640608925532490?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114640608925532490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114640608925532490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/bfts.html' title='BFTs'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114579261450712452</id><published>2006-04-23T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:53:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with the 2 -ENNYs on friday night. T and I bought stuff while J didn't. Hey, never mind it's okay not buying anything. Lol. I bought a pair of working shoes. First damage of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I went out with Mark to shop again. Marina Square is simply wow. I'm loving it! So many shops and restuarants. So classy and posh too. At the end of the day, I went home with a new tote bag from PSBB. 2nd Damage of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I ate and ate all I can at Gerald's housewarming. My favourite is the otah and Yam paste dessert? Looking at the swimming pool at his condo makes me wanna swim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, church in the morning. Then came home in the afternoon. And I did most of the housechores like dishwashing, washing clothes, hanging clothes, washing my front yard, buying groceries, buy back dinner for my parents, ironing of clothes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so independent!! Haha. Especially when I paid for the groceries and dinner. I don't want to take any money from my mum or dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part-time maid didn't come today and I don't want my mum to do anything. Just rest and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that she'll recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd damage (but I didn't paid for it) = a PUMA world cup Brasil jacket!!! Mark bought for me!! He knows I'm eyeing that jacket for quite some time. So he decided to buy for me today. I tried it on, not bad but no collar. All in all, I think it's nice so the collar issue doesn't matter. However, I also want the ARGENTINA one!! Haha. Thanks, dear! So expensive , hole in your pocket again. I'm ready for the WORLD CUP madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, this week I spent about 150 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I wonder if I'll survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Trying to find a part time tuition job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114579261450712452?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114579261450712452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114579261450712452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-went-out-with-2-ennys-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114537428958305735</id><published>2006-04-18T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:31:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saddening</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whether I wanna blog anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now is so terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mummy so so much. I'm so afraid to lose her. I really do. Though tears don't fall when I knew about it, but.. deep inside, it's so hurting, sad... heartbroken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really pray hard that she'll get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even thinking of plans to be totally independent. I'm working right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get pocket money from her. That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;I pay for my own food and transport. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm even thinking of paying my own handphone bills.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting a tuition near my workplace or somewhere near, so I could earn more and not get any money from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;So that her burdens are lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I really really want her to quit her job and just rest well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this, I'm feeling very sad. and yes, I finally cried.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, during Good Friday, I cried during church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray every night. Thinking of her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am I still so slack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had studied harder and did well for 'A' levels. I missed by one grade for her expectations of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hoped that I can get into ACCT. course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114537428958305735?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114537428958305735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114537428958305735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/saddening.html' title='saddening'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114509756874713720</id><published>2006-04-15T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:39:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just relax</title><content type='html'>Alright. Whatever. I'm cooled down already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind. I somehow find. You and I collide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The clock's turning around. And you're still playing these games. It's such a waste to bring me down, down, down. Don't bring me down cause.&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, I wanna catch your wave. Hey girl, I wanna drift away with you. Hey girl, you've got an undertow. Hey girl, hey girl, don't wanna let you go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114509756874713720?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114509756874713720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114509756874713720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-relax.html' title='just relax'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114509373048293691</id><published>2006-04-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:35:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>I'm totally pissed with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day. Crap day. Sucky day. Everything sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just organise things properly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm f**king pissed and angry. Whatever, maybe what my sister says is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loner for good. Join the loner's club with my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114509373048293691?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114509373048293691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114509373048293691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114507935999803025</id><published>2006-04-15T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:36:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is giving me some problems. Here are some pictures FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/chin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/chin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My chingay group!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(These JC1 kids during 1st 3 mths is cool!! Though sometimes bully me and Jenny!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture(63).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%2863%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J1 Outing at Ice-skating Ring. (Jenny, Val, Tenny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture(39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%2839%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those were the days!! (Rach, Jenny, Joa, Val, Sharon) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114507935999803025?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114507935999803025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114507935999803025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogger-is-giving-me-some-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114507819820862431</id><published>2006-04-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:16:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Hmm. I'm continuing my work at UOB. YAY! So mad! I have not receive my pay yet, cheat my money. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;My 'Feel 100%' vcd bought online arrived and I finish watching the whole show already. Haha. I never play neopets for a long long time. *sigh* My love...&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight's gathering at Tenny's house as well as mahjong session. Lolx. =) And Tenny didn't reply me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that my brother study harder, my mother will be healed and recovered completely. And also I can get into accountacy course in any of the 3 local Unis. Please call me up soon for interview...&lt;br /&gt;I've transferred some photos from my handphone to my new laptop. Here are some memories of the past: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pictures in next entry! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Picture(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Picture%28109%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Val, Jenny, Rach, Sharon, JoA, Chancy (During JC1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%282%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh!! Stop playing! Study harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special effect of the same picture! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Pic(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Pic%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this Rachel? And Jenny behind listening to music while doing tutorial?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114507819820862431?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114507819820862431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114507819820862431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114474192153910779</id><published>2006-04-11T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:52:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online shopping</title><content type='html'>I think I'm addicted to online shopping. Though I have not made any purchases, by browsing through those websites, I would be like "that's so beautiful!", "I want to get that!", "I want to buy!"... I can't resist it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming more like my sister?? Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exposure and more money... brings about all these?  Or maybe because I'm a female!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ladies do love shopping. And yes, I finally found a feminine side of me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114474192153910779?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114474192153910779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114474192153910779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/online-shopping.html' title='online shopping'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114473776376309113</id><published>2006-04-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:42:43.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time works</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Alright, I hope this time it works.&lt;br /&gt;Updates.&lt;br /&gt;25 Mar, Celebrate Rach and Tenny's bday at The Balcony, followed by The Mind's cafe? I love playing games and hanging out! Haha. We should do that more often. Enjoyed my day with the ladies. Although The Balcony's food is not as good as it looks, the atmosphere was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Mar, celebrated Gerald's bday at his Kerrisdale condo. His new house. Not bad. And I love the pool, gym and garden there. One day, shall go gym and swimming with my sis at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my beloved BFTs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;!!! (Hey, that's me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss my darlings too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss Rach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss Tenny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss Jenny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss VAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I miss Sharon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my family. I miss Mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. SMU School of Economics and Social Science's interview was alright. Hope I did okay and hope to hear from them soon. It's my back-up course. Sociology/ Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my mum is completely healed and recovered.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went prawning for the past 2 Sundays. First was 8 prawns for 5hours. Second sunday was 4 prawns for 4 hours. So sad cause so few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work was pretty alright. Still as boring. Wonder if they will extend my stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go work today cause of a bad headache again. I wonder if it's my pillow?&lt;br /&gt;Headache/ migraines are back again!!! On sunday, after prawning, went home and my head start to hurt. Sleep and woke up the next day, feeling the same or worst. Go to work with a bad bad headache. Almost couldn't make it while working. That's why today I decided not to go to work. *sigh* $50+ less this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damages for this week. Bought 3 Tees and 1 Abercrombie n Fitch Polo. 2 pairs of Ear studs. ( one is a dragonfly with diamond? the other is a blue smiley face.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114473776376309113?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114473776376309113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114473776376309113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-time-works.html' title='this time works'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114407259696203206</id><published>2006-04-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:03:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="280" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #bfe9ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.Most things in your life are organized and planned well.But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=280 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian (SJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.&lt;br /&gt;You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you tend to be polite and formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114407259696203206?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114407259696203206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114407259696203206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114407160446053807</id><published>2006-04-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:40:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad with blogger and internet</title><content type='html'>I'm so mad! I type a long long entry and it hang and jam and everything's gone!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to type it again today. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114407160446053807?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114407160446053807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114407160446053807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/mad-with-blogger-and-internet.html' title='mad with blogger and internet'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114390602569086703</id><published>2006-04-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:42:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things to blog</title><content type='html'>Argh. I've got so many things to blog but no time!! Busy with work. =)&lt;br /&gt;Of course, shopping too!!! and going out with friends and Mark. Nowadays, going online, surfing the net, blogging is like so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. like now, I gotta go and sleep so that I can wake up in time for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details.&lt;br /&gt;Another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fool's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month of EATING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114390602569086703?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114390602569086703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114390602569086703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-many-things-to-blog.html' title='so many things to blog'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114356013475320964</id><published>2006-03-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:35:34.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the miiind cafe</title><content type='html'>hmm.. lots of things to blog and update..&lt;br /&gt;Like that day my beloved darlings' bday.&lt;br /&gt;THE Balcony, The Mind Cafe. etc.. Will update soon with pictures. ( Hope to get from Sharon soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as, a call from SMU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working and didn't pick up the call.. so SAD!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they called my home, and my mum took the call. They said I'm SHORTLISTED for an Interview.. hmm.. They called to arrange the date.. Never mind, I'll call them tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of interviews.. Scared that I won't do well. I always don't do well for interviews. Not confident enough. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114356013475320964?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114356013475320964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114356013475320964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/miiind-cafe.html' title='the miiind cafe'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114327005890847800</id><published>2006-03-25T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:00:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my loves</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at home. Maybe people who read my blog should count how many "I'm bored" I wrote. Lolx. Excited and can't wait to meet my beloved darlings later!!! Tomorrow is Rach and Tenny's birthday... as well as my sister's bf, Gerald's birthday. Gonna eat as much as I can at his 24th party at his condo tomorrow. Wahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to change or update my blog. maybe I should just close it down...  Sounds like some failed business. "Closing down sale" Forever saying closing down, but yet still open after mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started working again.  at UOB. Working style about the same as SGH. More flexi. People not as friendly as SGH. they don't even bother introducing me to people there. But I guess because there's alot staff.. more than 50.. maybe around 100 people there. Up to now, I only know April and Irene. The rest.. low key. haha. Though they talk among themselves. Never mind. shall just sit there and do my work. That's what I want anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. time seems to pass faster compared to SGH.&lt;br /&gt;wake up later too!!! Nearer!!! In total, $1.40 back and fro to work from home. while SGH is about $2.80... half price..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so calculative.. =P have to feed myself, no pocket money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to start sch.. New environment.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to RACH, TENNY and Gerald in advanced!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114327005890847800?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114327005890847800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114327005890847800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-loves.html' title='my loves'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114259553175332400</id><published>2006-03-17T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:38:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something's wrong</title><content type='html'>my blog seem to be in trouble. argh. gotta fixed the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114259553175332400?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114259553175332400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114259553175332400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/somethings-wrong.html' title='something&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114243367341650046</id><published>2006-03-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:29:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody</title><content type='html'>I just feel like blogging. Maybe just to update my blog. What am I talking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored these few days. Cause I'm jobless. Now I know how those unemployed people out there feel. Having a job, working.. really kills time. It depends on what kind of work you're doing. I've been to Bras Basar the other day after going to the open houses. The popular there change alot. Even the name. It is now called "POP @ popular". It's more classy, cool.. Got a special area or level for the artsy people. Art stuff can be found there. But not a wide variety though. I love it! Sometimes I really wonder whether I'm a science or an arts person? I love maths, does that means I'm a science person? But I love geography, creative stuff, lovely art pieces, all the art equipments. I do write stories, poems in my mind. I do paint pictures, draw images. But all these are done in my brain, my mind. Not using my hands. Because I really can't draw or write. I wouldn't deny that fact. But inside me, all those art stuff, wonderful pieces in my mind is so.. wow. I love it! Haha. So, am I an ARTs person?? I love the environment, weather, all these comes under geography? Does that count as ARTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had the artsy genes. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not polishing my languages when I was younger. If I had read more books and speak proper English, learning more vocab, maybe my languages would be not as bad as now. My sister can get A1 for chinese, higher chinese, English and General Paper. Why can't I? Maybe she took all the language genes. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too choosy in selecting books to read. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's me, no doubt abt it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to get those creative juicies out of my mind. Play fish tycoon time! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sort-of trying to keep myself away from neopets. I blamed neopets for taking away my precious time to study for 'A's. Haha. If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114243367341650046?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114243367341650046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114243367341650046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/moody.html' title='moody'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114208541807730671</id><published>2006-03-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:56:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open houses</title><content type='html'>Open houses wasn't that bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went out with my darlings - Tenny, Sharon and Rachel. After NTU, we decided not to go NUS but to SMU. We went to Plaza Singapura to eat Thai Express for lunch. So happen, The Cleo 50 bachelors are at the atrium of PS for sort-of a preview session of them. The final party is at MOS on 17 March. I don't think I will go. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took some pics of my favourites!! Tenny and Rachel went on stage to play games with them. Oh my gosh, that's so fun! I wished I could play too. But I'm afraid that M would get angry and I'm afraid of appearing in CLEO mag. This shows something. Lolx. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, before we left for SMU. All the 4 of us took pics with one of our fav. bachelor!! His goatee attracts me. So Mark, continue to leave ya goatee. Haha. This bachelor really reminds me of Mark. I think BFTs would say that is my type of guy. which in turn to be somewhat like Mark. So Mark is my type of guy. Lolx. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching soccer. I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114208541807730671?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114208541807730671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114208541807730671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/open-houses.html' title='open houses'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114196245425885231</id><published>2006-03-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:47:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday mood</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I'll continue the previous post here. Well, just went fishing and got super sun tanned. My skin is burning. And I became the next lobster jenny. (Tenny, you can now tease me!) Lolx. However, by the time you guys see me, I've turned charcoal instead. Can't wait to see you guys on 11 march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for BFTs, hmm.. 13 march. Pink's bday!!! Woohoo! =) First bday of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole week, it's been playing and playing and enjoying my holiday. I went to Wild Wild Wet at Pasir Ris. Played the aracde there and pool. I'm so disappointed with Xscape! I didn't know it's only open on Weekends except school hols where they open during the weekdays. So I went fishing 3 days in a row. Yesterday, was at Marina South. I tried to catch one, rail in the line etc. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's shopping time. I'm going down to Recruit Express first then to shopping!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114196245425885231?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114196245425885231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114196245425885231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/holiday-mood.html' title='holiday mood'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114138532977966105</id><published>2006-03-03T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:28:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt</title><content type='html'>1st day of freedom. not working! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I went fishing with Mark at Bedok Jetty. So cool. Using my rod (he bought for me), I caught quite a few small fishes. Somewhat like Nasi Lemak fish. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114138532977966105?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114138532977966105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114138532977966105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/burnt.html' title='burnt'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-114123211682283187</id><published>2006-03-02T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:20:29.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Revamp&lt;/em&gt; my blog. Is that the word? Sorry, pardon my English. Failed SAT essay. I thinking of retaking my SAT I, but I'm afraid it's too late for SMU to see my score since the next exam is in May. And the dateline for submission of application to Uni is 1 April. Its like most probably they will look at my Jan score. Oh gosh, I should have studied for my SAT I instead of working. Sucks. But I'm glad my working lifestyle is coming to an end. I shall take a long long break and discover myself. My loves. I do like maths. I do wanna pursue something that calculates. But I'm afraid that I'll be bored to death by that kind of work. Maybe I should just be a rich tai-tai. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for results, not gonna announced it here. &lt;em&gt;People do read my blog, well, as long as it is the internet, it's open to public. &lt;/em&gt;That's what I think. Whatever password people use to lock their blog or make it private, there's still a way to get it in. Haha. I ain't that IT-savvy, but my brother and sister are. I love reading people's blogs. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you wanna know my grades, you can always ask me directly. OR go figure it out. Find your way through links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can say. its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely no emotion when I saw my grades. Maybe I'm cold-blooded. Lack of emotion? Sensitivity? Heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shop shop shop. Buy more clothes, bags, shoes, everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna Thank God. Giving Him all the praise and thanks and glory. I love you, Abba Father! You are the BEST. You are truly the greatest loving Father. I believe in you. Indeed, I believe and trust in You and Your plans for me!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-114123211682283187?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114123211682283187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/114123211682283187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/03/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113905476175958970</id><published>2006-02-04T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:10:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd really love to see you tonight</title><content type='html'>Hello, yeah it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;Not much, how 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I called&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really just wanted to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking maybe later on&lt;br /&gt;We could get together for a while&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I really do miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking bout moving in&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna change your life&lt;br /&gt;But there's a warm wind blowing&lt;br /&gt;The stars are out&lt;br /&gt;And I'd really love to see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could go walking through a windy park&lt;br /&gt;Take a drive along the beach&lt;br /&gt;Or stay at home and watch TV&lt;br /&gt;You see it really doesn't matter much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for promises&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to lie&lt;br /&gt;We both played that game before&lt;br /&gt;Say I love you then say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113905476175958970?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113905476175958970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113905476175958970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/02/id-really-love-to-see-you-tonight.html' title='I&apos;d really love to see you tonight'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113905436106127078</id><published>2006-02-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:12:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting old</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting older. I look older. Everyone thinks I'm like 20+ and older than my elder sis. I won't deny that fact that I look old. Long before when I was secondary 2, I have accepted that fact. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALL are listening to my FAV. oldies!!!&lt;br /&gt;"I'd really love to see you tonight" by England Don and John Ford Coley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. It must be my workplace. Everyday I'll be listening to Gold 90.5FM at work. I kinda like that station compared to Perfect 10 98.7FM. I love class 95 and Gold 90.5. This shows that I love oldies, love songs and jazz music. Haha. Sentimental hits, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to listen to 'live' bands at some hotel lobby lounge or a nice bar/pub. It would be great if it's JAZZ. =)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night at home slacking. LALALA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113905436106127078?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113905436106127078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113905436106127078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-getting-old.html' title='I&apos;m getting old'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113888442004610076</id><published>2006-02-02T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:00:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>Finally got the time to blog for a little while. Update time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan, Best joke ever! I actually failed my Basic Theory Test. I didn't study AT ALL. Can you believe it? Maybe I'm just too cocky about it. (confidence overwhelming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Jan 06, Best day ever! I finally got to see my BOYS live in concert. It's like a childhood dream! Well, it really is. They made us wait for like a decade? What a long wait just to see them live in concert for the very very FIRST time. Gosh. I still want Backstreet boys to come again. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Jan 06, An eye-opening day! Chinese New Year eve as well as my SAT I test at VJC. VJC's hall got air-con, and I thought it didn't have since my JC doesn't have. So It was kinda cold. I found out that JC toilets are always at one corner which is very very far away and deserted. Smart people are really smart. I'm surrounded by at least half VJCians, some RJCians, ACJCians and TJCians. The guy in front of me is from RJ, he finish the section,within like 10 mins? when the time limit was suppose to be 25 mins? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY Day one - Watch FEARLESS. not bad. but I ain't an action person. thought it was a lil' boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - boring&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Mark's house! Fun! but tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Feb 06 - Work again. I'm so tired of working. I finally got my dubloon disaster avatar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Feb - change my blog design slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Feb - which is tomorrow. hmm. Neopians half price day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, rinoa's christmas present is still with me. so is yours! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S oh. and I did the thing above the postings. sort-of BSB banner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113888442004610076?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113888442004610076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113888442004610076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/02/backstreet-boys.html' title='Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113646579872888972</id><published>2006-01-05T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:09:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days wk</title><content type='html'>It's a NEW Year! Oops. I know it's way past 1st January. For the past few days, I was really tired from work and I do not really have the time to play neopets, let alone blogging. But of course, I still do play neopets; in the office. I can't seem to blog using my office's computer. Talking about that, the computer looks new but I think it's old? It keeps making some weird noises, the USB port is small? The keyboard sucks; slow down my typing speed. (Hey, my typing speed is 58-60 wpm, that's pretty fast?) Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of quiting this job after the 3-mth contract. Reason because the pay is low. Sorry $5.50/hr isn't what I'm looking forward everyday. It's like 880 bucks per month, 220 per week, 44 a day, 5.50/hr, 9 cents every minute the clock ticks. See, I'm too bored during work that I calculated all these. Wahaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change, so here's Jay Chou's "Lang Man Shou Ji" i.e; romantic handphone? This is one of my favourite song from his latest CD. Not that I love him nor he's my idol, well, Mark love Jay Chou. So, I guess I have to love his songs too. (Oh, I don't have the song on my laptop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds,&lt;br /&gt;Joanne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113646579872888972?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113646579872888972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113646579872888972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-days-wk.html' title='4 days wk'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113577447753665441</id><published>2005-12-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:58:31.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singer</title><content type='html'>You are currently listening to 'The Singer' by my lil' brother's band. Music and lyrics &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ORIGINALLY&lt;/span&gt; written by them, the one and only them!!! (Mostly by My brother and his friend, Jon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's nice and cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is so talented and cool, plus CUTE! I love you, VICTOR! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113577447753665441?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113577447753665441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113577447753665441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/12/singer.html' title='The Singer'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113577439902764266</id><published>2005-12-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:53:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>Short update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/12/05 - Mark's Class Christmas Party! Sorry Mark, but it's kinda boring. Don't really click well with your classmates. Different I guess. Haha. Nahx. But they are kinda lame and funny, though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/12/05 - Went to church in the morning at the Indoor Stadium followed by Christmas presents unwrapping at Mark's house. Then, Dinner Christmas Party at my house. Only my own family plus Mark and my sis's BF. My sis cook! The food is so delicious. We played Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/12/05 - Woke up late, no work!! Haha. Went to Mark's house for dinner. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/12/05 to 28/12/05 - WORK, work and WORk...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113577439902764266?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113577439902764266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113577439902764266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113490993759574192</id><published>2005-12-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:45:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some photos taken on FRIDAY with PURPLE &amp; RED! Courtesy of PURPLE's hp!&lt;br /&gt;*Hey purple, didn't take a picture with you alone! *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image%28100%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%28100%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image%28098%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%28098%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image%28105%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%28105%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image%28101%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%28101%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/Image%28094%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/Image%28094%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking:&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a good school is very important. I would want my children to be educated in a good school. They will be happy and grateful to me! Why do I say that. I hate to say this, but seriously, SRJC is *censored*. Anyway, DO I have the VJC look? The first question asked by the person who interviewed me is "ARE you from VJC?" I was like. er. Huh? No? I'm from S-E-R-A-N-G-O-O-N JC. Their facial expressions showed me this : "Huh? Never heard from that school. Or is it the last JC in the ranking list? Where is that?" Okay, fine. I never like saying I'm from SRJC. I remembered a taxi driver drove me to NYJC instead of SRJC. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so glad I'm out of there. But whatever it is, it provides me education. Thank YOU. I'm grateful. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a job. Been waiting for this day. Xperience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113490993759574192?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113490993759574192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113490993759574192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/12/here-are-some-photos-taken-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113393966605258074</id><published>2005-12-07T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:14:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Bored. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather study than slack. Life is so meaningless. Daily routines are EAT, PLAY, SLEEP. Someone please hire me. $6/hr is my lowest expected pay. I'm never lucky in finding a job. I always do shitx jobs. But of course, I respect those jobs because its about service. Talking about service, Singapore's service standard is still lousy and low. I think service industry should be paid more. But it's not about the money. It doesn't mean pay more, better service. Everyone should be given good service since one have decided to work in that industry. It's a fun job. I know. I'm willing. However, the thing is that I want to have different job scopes. Waitress, yes I've done. Sales assistant, yes I am. I want to try others like administrative, customer service/receptionist, call centres, tutoring, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. But all they want is experiences. Hello, everyone started out without experiences. Why can't they just accept ME?! Whatever, it's their loss. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113393966605258074?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113393966605258074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113393966605258074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113342140674923236</id><published>2005-12-01T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:16:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of celebration</title><content type='html'>Month Of Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;Oh December, I have long waited for. Christmas!!! Advent Calender. Yay! Presents and more presents. But I've no money to buy presents since I'm jobless. Sounds like I'm some unemployment person who is so pitiful. Hey, I'm not retrenched, that's one good thing. Still looking for jobs and waiting for people to call me. I'm so sick of waiting. I'm even thinking of taking any job regardless of the pay. But please at least $6/hr. Must upgrade abit. For my past few jobs, my pay is like $4/hr, $5/hr or $5.50/hr which is damn low. Alright, maybe $5.50/hr, I'm still willing to work. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry or desperate to work. I just want to work so that time passes quickly and at the same time, get some income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition anyone? Primary or Secondary also can. Though my English sucks, but my maths is good. *laughs* I can still handle primary school English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, so bored. I've not finished with my room. Lazy to clear all the mess. Slacking at home, playing neopets, watching SCV and sleeping. I'm getting fatter and fatter. Tummy is revealing. Gosh! I need to work out soon. I want to get fat but I don't want tummy! Make me fat at other places, like the butt? my hands but not my arms, my front? erm.. what else? Not waist nor hips. I love them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. BORED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113342140674923236?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113342140674923236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113342140674923236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/12/month-of-celebration.html' title='Month of celebration'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113316311697681473</id><published>2005-11-28T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:31:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is boring</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored at home. Those in Poly are in school. What can I do??? Play neopets whole day? Better get a job soon. But no one wants me! Lolx. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really still a kid. I'm still playing neopets which is like going to be 3-4 years. I want to buy neopets merchanise but Isetan do not carry them anymore. I think neopets gonna extinct in Singapore once more! I still love to see and play toys. I love going to Toys 'R' Us. That's one of my favourite hangout. I want to buy more and more toys for myself for this Christmas. Gosh, where do I get the money? I love watching cartoons. I persuade my mother to subscribe the cartoon channels on SCV. I love Disney channel the best followed by Cartoon Network. I spend most of my time at home watching these channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still a kid. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113316311697681473?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113316311697681473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113316311697681473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-boring.html' title='life is boring'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113265193162222416</id><published>2005-11-22T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:32:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it</title><content type='html'>Hmm. 2 more days and the last paper. That's it. The end of my JC education. Finally I guess. Waiting for this very day for a long long time. Feel so relax after option paper. I have been playing neopets for like hours and hours like nobody business. And yes, I'm still into NEOPETS! Well, what to say? I'm still a kid! Wahahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just try to get a job from neopets. Haha. So close to them. I love NEOPETS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone again. I always home alone these days. It used to be me and my brother. But lately, he has been going out for jamming and writing songs. His band is called VANDERSTRATTEN. They wrote a few songs. I like it! My brother is good, so talented! When he plays the electric guitar, he's so cool! Moreover, he learn guitar by himself. That's so "Wow"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Tao's concert on 26 NOV. Gosh. I'm gonna missed it again!!! Sorry, David! I can't be there. I feel that David Tao is like the chinese version of Craig David. Voice so nice, songs are good, lyrics are so meaningful. Eh? Both names got David. Haha. But of course, BOTH are different people. Different music. Both are talented. I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody playing neopets out there??? Add user joasarah. That's me! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113265193162222416?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113265193162222416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113265193162222416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113230777507910448</id><published>2005-11-18T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:56:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>All of us sure have regrets in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my papers have ended. Left Biology Option Paper 3 and Paper 1. I'm not sure whether I should be happy or not. Though I tell myself not to be sad or disappointed in myself, I still do. That's one thing I dislike about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through the Bible. I have faith in God. But it says if I worry or sad, means I do not have faith in Him. Because when I say I have faith in God and trust him at all times, leave the A levels to Him, means I really got to let it go and do not worry. If I don't, means I do not have faith nor trust that He can do the impossible and miracles. That's one thing I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I have let it go. And by doing that, i feel much happier. I've got PEACE and JOY in my heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pray hard that I can do well for A levels and get into a University (NUS, NTU or SMU). That's what I'm asking for. Of course getting into Bizad or Accountancy course too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry. Do not let your heart be troubled, and do not be afraid." "I'm always with you, now here and forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S So many people have finish their exams, I still got a week to go! Jia You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113230777507910448?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113230777507910448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113230777507910448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/11/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113213905312278339</id><published>2005-11-16T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:04:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lag</title><content type='html'>hmm.. The song I put in the blog always lag abit one. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113213905312278339?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113213905312278339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113213905312278339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/11/lag.html' title='Lag'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113171662532122321</id><published>2005-11-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:43:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams are really dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim of getting AAC B4 is gone. I don't think I'll get any A. I want my maths to get A if not I'll be letting myself down. Chemistry prac n paper 3 were total disaster. I could only wish for a B or C. As for biology, I don't wanna let my teacher down as he has been encouraging me, so B or C it is. As for General paper today, it was really shocked as I read through the questions and insert. Cambridge can really play with us, they are intelligent. Hopefully a C5 for GP. But if I pass, I will be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years of JC life. 12 years of education, and this is how the education system is testing us whether or not, we've learnt and can we apply? I guess everyone learn things in life. But testing us through major examinations doesn't really show our ability. That's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of alternative routes. I'm so worried. I've been thinking whether I should take SAT. Even though it's not an admission criteria, I think it might boost my chances of getting into University. Just in case, my grades cannot meet the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me through this difficult period. I know everything will be fine. With You, all things are possible. Let go, Let God. I leave it up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113171662532122321?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113171662532122321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113171662532122321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113160913146506978</id><published>2005-11-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:52:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half way of exams</title><content type='html'>Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels are traumatising. It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;the toughest in the Education route. So tough and challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a ticket to University. But it is not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guaranteed one&lt;/span&gt;. It may waste 2 years of your life, just like that. So make wise choices after Os. Those who gone Polytechnic, you are so much luckier. But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never said your route was an easy one either.&lt;/span&gt; But at least, you will get that diploma eventually. Unlike us, like a string dangling in the air. Neither here nor there. What's ahead seems bleak. We've gotta start thinking and planning alternate routes just in case we can't get into NUS, NTU, SMU or even SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Those I studied, didn't came out. Those I didn't studied, came out. Can answer but details not in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of okay. Except for a few questions that make me stumbled upon. If I don't make any careless mistake, everything should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 3&lt;br /&gt;Worst of the lot so far. Questions came out are tough and so unknown and weird. Hard to answer and the question do not make sense somehow. May fail on this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Prelims and last year, this year's paper is also harder. It is hard in way that the questions on statistics are kind of challenging, it makes me confused. I wasn't focused and it really confused me that I think I screw up the paper when attempting it. Because I know it is a gone case thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113160913146506978?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113160913146506978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113160913146506978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/11/half-way-of-exams.html' title='half way of exams'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113041059827451896</id><published>2005-10-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:57:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's plan</title><content type='html'>I never doubt God. Instead. I put all my faith in Him. (does this sentence sounds weird because of the wrong expression?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe God has a plan for me. I still do believe now. Even though, what's ahead seems so vague. I know He will help me through this difficult period. I know His plans for me is a perfect one. I know and I believe. I really do, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply love You, my God -  my Abba father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always there for me when I'm down or when I'm happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about anything already, what's done is done. Just do your very best for the next papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss. I love talking to myself. Does that mean I'm mad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113041059827451896?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113041059827451896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113041059827451896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/gods-plan.html' title='God&apos;s plan'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113041013312154337</id><published>2005-10-27T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:51:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You knew me</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;You have brought Your Love into my life&lt;br /&gt;Now I live each day within Your light&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I"ve fallen for You&lt;br /&gt;Your love surrounds me everyday I live for You&lt;br /&gt;You have brought Your freedom in my life&lt;br /&gt;You"re teaching me to shine a little light&lt;br /&gt;In every situation You are guiding me coz&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I live for You&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I will give my heart to You&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause You are the One I"m living for&lt;br /&gt;And I will lift my hands in praise&lt;br /&gt;Serve You all my days&lt;br /&gt;Cause You are the One I"m living for&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I know Your love it never ends&lt;br /&gt;I know Your power gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;I know somehow I"ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;It"s Your grace&lt;br /&gt;That brought me freedom to praise&lt;br /&gt;And glorify Your Name&lt;br /&gt;My passion is to worship You&lt;br /&gt;It"s Your love&lt;br /&gt;A sacrifice to give eternal life&lt;br /&gt;I praise You Lord&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When everything starts crashing down&lt;br /&gt;When all I know falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;When darkness comes and I can"t see&lt;br /&gt;You"re always there to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;When all my strength has turned to fear&lt;br /&gt;When I wonder if you're near&lt;br /&gt;When I dont know how to break free&lt;br /&gt;You"re always there to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;And Glorify Your name&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was no one when i first met you&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing of worth in my life&lt;br /&gt;But then i found you and it all became clear&lt;br /&gt;From the start i couldnt figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Why someone like you would die for me&lt;br /&gt;But i know that your love for me is so great&lt;br /&gt;And that is why im giving you my life&lt;br /&gt;I am yours every part of me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you're the reason i live&lt;br /&gt;Take my life lord and use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you"re the reason i live&lt;br /&gt;You"re the one that i"ve been searching for&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;When i feel down i look to you&lt;br /&gt;When i feel low your words ring true&lt;br /&gt;Its not by might or in my strength&lt;br /&gt;But its by your spirit moving in my life&lt;br /&gt;Cos God you are my life&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113041013312154337?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113041013312154337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113041013312154337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-knew-me.html' title='You knew me'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113039087806127405</id><published>2005-10-27T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:27:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another bad day</title><content type='html'>What's wrong, God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning, I spilled the hot chicken essence on my hands which turn red and my mum had to put some cream on it. I knocked my stupid hand against the door accidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did badly for my chemistry A level Practical. 2 out of 3 ions wrong. If the ions are wrong, observations would be wrong too. Because you derived your ions from the observations. I totally screw it up. I'm feeling so sad that I want to cry out loud so as to feel better. But I can't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because everytime after I cried, I grew stronger. That's why it's hard for me to cry now. *sigh* Feeling so down, sad and depressed. No more good results. I think I better re-aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry  - B   Maths - A&lt;br /&gt;Biology - C          General Paper - C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully still can get into University. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Maybe I should just marry a rich guy. Or someone who can support me for the next 60 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy would be Mark, who says that he will support me. So I should just stay at home and be a "Tai-Tai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of becoming a successful careerwomen are dashed. No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113039087806127405?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113039087806127405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113039087806127405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/yet-another-bad-day.html' title='Yet another bad day'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-113023331427781011</id><published>2005-10-25T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:44:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched</title><content type='html'>Damn. I'm drenched. Screwed up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the NEW bus stops.  Can you imagine even standing at the bus stop, you can get at least half or totally wet? What's wrong with the bus stops? Aren't bus stops suppose to shelter us from the rain and sun? damn. It started raining when I got down the bus. I thought of running home but the rain was way too heavy and the sky is like so dark. I almost thought it was the end of the world for the moment.  Lightnings and thunders make me feel scared. I just can't run home. My house is so damn FAR away from the bus stop, walking would take 5-10 mins. Moreover, my house is like one of the most inner private houses in the estate. While standing at the bus stop, I began to be wet. After like 5 mins, I couldn't stand it that I decided to take a taxi home. Wasted $3.50 just by taking a taxi from the bus stop to my house. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While washing up, I thought of something. Will anyone get struck by lightning while having a bath?  -- Then I thought again. Houses sure got the prevent lightning thingy. How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level Biology Practical&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about it. Hate that kind of feeling. Neither here nor there. I think I'll either just pass or fail. And I freaking dislike PLANTS. O levels practical, it was plants and I did badly for it. In the end, result for bio was C5. Now A levels, it is again plants!!! I'm bound to screw up. Everyone says it's easy and so much time to do. I agree it's somewhat easy but well screwed up for it. I think I was kinda nervous. *sigh* I don't wanna think about it anymore. It freaks me out. I better do well for the other 3 papers. Don't let history repeat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time for Chemistry Practical. Better score! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-113023331427781011?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113023331427781011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/113023331427781011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/drenched.html' title='Drenched'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-112997766564706390</id><published>2005-10-22T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:45:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should be mugging</title><content type='html'>Ah ha! It's me again. Can't resist the temptation to blog. Well, hope it helps to improve my General Paper. But sorry, it doesn't. However, I'm writing an essay now as I blog. Forever trying to multi-task. I know, I know. I should not be slacking at this moment. Next week is my biology and chemistry A level Practical. How can be so slack. I should be mugging my life out, using up every possible brain cells that I have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still searching for more. &lt;/span&gt;I need everyone's brain!!! Luck, hope and miracle too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just cannot focus. My mind's is always thinking. Thinking 24/7. I always tell myself, "Stop it! You can think all you want after A levels." I keep thinking what should I do. It's like I wanna plan. But not now when I'm studying. Whatever. Ruin myself. Biggest threat is man himself. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my sister said she does not want to stay in Singapore permanently because overseas is better. She asked me whether I would stay. There are pros and cons. But I feel that I'm more towards the western side. Though my language sucks big time, I love America, Europe and Australia. I wish my children are ABCs. American-Born Chinese. Haha. Speaking good english. All the dreaming and stuff. Nonsense. Singapore is GOOD! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How contradicting. But seriously, I wanna work in some geography thing or climate forcast -predicting hurricanes,earthquakes or something like that. I love maths, I wouldn't deny. But from secondary school onwards, I have interest in Physical Geography! I was so sad that combined humanities I took in O levels is Human Geography. Moreover, with those hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, volcano eruptions happening, I'm really really very interested in it! Whenever I watch National Geographic channel, I'll be glued to the TV watching those shows on such issues (Savage Earth Week!!!). *sigh* Too bad Singapore doesn't have any such job. It's only rainy and sunny here. Studying the patterns of the hurricanes, tornados etc is so interesting. Okay, I'm mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm not a very artsy person nor science person. I only love maths and physical geography. No wonder my language sucks and my science that is on the borderline region. Well, I guess I just have to stick to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACCOUNTANCY! &lt;/span&gt;Whatever it is, study is the first priority. So what am I doing here? Hmm. Well, yah. I know. So go study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Believe in yourself, you can do it!*&lt;br /&gt;*You reap what you sow - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's in the bible too, (Galatians)&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-112997766564706390?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112997766564706390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112997766564706390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/should-be-mugging.html' title='Should be mugging'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-112929491683052352</id><published>2005-10-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:01:56.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm having my dinner now while typing this at the same time, Multi-tasking as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos on Graduation Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_05931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_05931.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_06061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_06061.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_06092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_06092.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_0612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_0621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/1600/IMG_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/611/320/IMG_0640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so funny. First, we had Macdonald's breakfast. Then it was at the Hall. We had fun, cheering for 7 of our classmates getting prizes. Especially Chancy who top the whole Cohort and top the Science cohort and Jasmine who is 2nd behind Chancy. So proud of them. My class was ranked 5th overall academic. Why didn't they give top 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the outstanding CG was 2S01 and not the rest. *phew* Though our class didn't bother to send in nomination for the outstanding CG award, in all of our eyes, we are the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures the whole time with my Digicam. I love all the photos. But I think I don't look good in them. All the pimples. Argh. My crooked teeth which seriously need braces for a SECOND time. Can you believe it? Someone who wore braces before have to wear it again because she lost her retainers and her teeth went back to the original ugly shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss of words or maybe too much to describe. Needless to say, I simply LOVE 2s06!&lt;br /&gt;Only my friends and my beloved class made my JC life enjoyable and memorable. The rest disgust me. All the pain in ODAC. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-112929491683052352?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112929491683052352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112929491683052352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-112877700338494181</id><published>2005-10-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:11:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies ahead</title><content type='html'>Another week have past. 'A's are getting nearer. My Biology Teacher taught me a way to do well for biology. It seems possible. He said getting a 'C' for Biology in the A levels is possible, even a 'B' is reachable. Since the difference between a 'B' and a 'C' is just 5%. After some thought, it is really possible. Hmm, shall not give up and try to get that B I want. C would make me happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target for the 'A's:&lt;br /&gt;General Paper - B4 ( I don't hope much for this subject, my language sucks. What's more, I've never pass GP for 2 whole years, even for Prelims. *Yes, GP is that difficult!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology - B or C    (I will tell myself I can get this grade, Mr Salahuddin says it's possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - Definitely an A  (It is a must!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - A  (Miss Tan says I should get this grade. I think I can. I know I will. I love Chemistry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Points - 60 (Enough to get into University, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need all the hope and wishes and motivation in the WORLD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard, girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-112877700338494181?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112877700338494181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112877700338494181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-lies-ahead.html' title='What lies ahead'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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-8771205.post-112814232542762672</id><published>2005-10-01T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:52:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Children's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm still a kid! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8771205-112814232542762672?l=hiddenreflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112814232542762672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8771205/posts/default/112814232542762672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenreflection.blogspot.com/2005/10/childrens-day.html' title='Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sara`</name><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></feed>
