<?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-3437458288432116734</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:55:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satya - "The Real Truth"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rika</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-686811394044884424</id><published>2009-12-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:55:05.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Eyes</title><content type='html'>After 1 week or so, my eyes are still as red and as sore as ever. Worst, the left eye is blurring up.. I'm getting scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-686811394044884424?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/686811394044884424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=686811394044884424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/686811394044884424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/686811394044884424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-eyes.html' title='Oh My Eyes'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-3219809272879216134</id><published>2009-12-25T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:52:18.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an asshole for a sister</title><content type='html'>Yes. That's right. I have an asshole for a sister. I have no idea what's her problem is with me but she seems to hate it to see i'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she sees me with my laptop, she would scream saying I use too much electricity by being on my laptop too much. And she would SCREAM. I mean SCREAM RUDELY. C'mon ah.. even if I PLAYED THE LAPTOP FOR 24HRS STRAIGHT, IT WOULD NOT COST MORE THAN $3 of ELECTRICITY, And I don't use my laptop that much. Only during my holidays. I can play 7hrs straight. But when it's school time, i barely use 2hr just to do my homework. Then YOU can watch the tv till wee hours in the morning and my dear sweet sister, that would cost more that I play 24 hrs of laptop. GET UR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE SHOUTING AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she never seem to scream at my 2nd sister if she played too much of her laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lah I don't pay for the electricity but YOU don't pay ALL of it what. Only 1/3 of it. And it's a shared burden with MUM and my other sister. And once I start working of course I will contribute dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you controlling freak, why do you LOVE to control others? The younger ones in the house are well-behaved as I see them. And they did pretty well in school even if they played 1hr of computer games each day. YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN DO THAT WELL IN SCHOOL. AND SERIOUSLY, GO GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT. Don't do things based on your stupid emotions. Now you blocked the home computer with your stupid password in the hopes of not letting the younger ones play. But guess what? I WILL SEE TO IT THAT THEY GET TO PLAY USING MY LAPTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough of you trying to control us, you control freak.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is your problem? Tell me and we settle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I am lazy and I agree. I am lazy. But if you asked nicely, I would do the chores. Mum asked me to do it and I'll do it. But with your attitude, don't ever expect me to do as you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I am disrespectful. Guess what. I am only towards you. I respect people who respect others, You have never given me respect and why should I to you? I respect my mum, I respect my other sisters, Heck I am even respectful to strangers. Just not to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I always get what I want. Jealous? I don't get what I always want. People seem to like me because I respect them. I respect my own father and you don't. Seriously, try to show some respect girl. And you see karma will be nice if you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you think of me? You can tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's my two cents worth about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You control people a bit too much. Try controlling your life 1st. Do YOU like to be controlled? Having people tell you you can do this and you can't do this. Of course not. nobody likes to be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a thieve. You steal and pawn those jeweleries didn't you? 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are disrespectful. Try respecting other. ESPECIALLY YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER. Without them, you will not even be here. Especially mum who put you through school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a liar. U borrowed $$$ and never pay back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanna know one thing from you. Why is it you always yelled at me? As if you really dislike me? And you are never like that to your second sister? Why? Why you hate me so much? What have I done to YOU??? Asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-3219809272879216134?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/3219809272879216134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=3219809272879216134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/3219809272879216134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/3219809272879216134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-asshole-for-sister.html' title='I have an asshole for a sister'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-625334402779244991</id><published>2009-10-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:20:08.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Singapore and after one week of school reopen</title><content type='html'>My one week holiday to Yogyakarta had been marvelous. I never wanted to came back to Singapore. But, well, I have to come back to reality after the fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Vidi 1 Hotel. Standard room cost Rp 180,000 per night. Which is about $25 per night. I thought the hotel was just alright. I don't need a fancy place or anything. Just a room to sleep for the night since will be busy and out for almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped in Adisucpito Airport, it was kinda old airport. Not as high class as Changi. Passing through, I had to get sprayed by antiseptic which I guess is necessary to keep the swine flu at bay. After that I had to struggle and find my luggage. Everything was all over the place! Got my luggage and get out. Only to be greeted by my wonderful, lovely boyfriend. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that one week, I had the best vacation ever. Well actually, the presence of the boyfriend made it the best. Lol. Beach, good food, zoo, good food, shopping, good food, hugs and did I say good food? Yes. THERE WAS GOOD FOOD EVERYWHERE IN YOGYAKARTA... AND IT WAS FREAKING CHEAP! and yeap, i gained weight while I was there. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back there. Maybe I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-625334402779244991?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/625334402779244991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=625334402779244991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/625334402779244991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/625334402779244991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-in-singapore-and-after-one-week-of.html' title='Back in Singapore and after one week of school reopen'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-8952978054858421773</id><published>2009-09-23T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:58:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing JoJo</title><content type='html'>Every time I turn on my laptop there he is. Sleeping soundly. I miss JoJo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be starting on a 4-day internship with Ritz Carlton. Or more like 4-day free labour for Ritz Carlton. Haha. Just for the F1. I guess they really need some manpower. I'll be working as GRO for the 4 days. Starting at 12p.m till 9.30p.m, which I guess is reasonable as compared to my friends who are working at banquet department where they have to sometimes work till late night. Good luck to them. But they are paid, unlike me. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 24th to 27th Sept will be there most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th I will be packing my bags to Yogyakarta. Whoohoo! Can't wait to see my sweetheart. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-8952978054858421773?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/8952978054858421773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=8952978054858421773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8952978054858421773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8952978054858421773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-jojo.html' title='Missing JoJo'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7003842461998303667</id><published>2009-09-19T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:36:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace, my dear</title><content type='html'>Today I've lost my kitten. He is not just a kitten to me but is a family member that was loved. I love you JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell from the 14th storey. I was frantically searching for him around the house. He will always appear whenever I call his name or shake his food box. But tonight, no signs of him. My instinct was to look down from my window and from the 14th floor, I could make out a shape of a cat lying. My worst fear began to cling to my very soul. I called out my younger sisters and we rush downstairs. I was still hoping that the thing that I saw from my apartment is not JoJo and maybe it's just a piece of plastic bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hopes are dashed when I reached the site. My heart jumped to my throat. It was Jojo. Lying on the floor staring blankly at me. How I wished he would blinked at me at mew. His sweet cries of mew whenever he wants his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mum. Crying. She rushed home. I couldn't find the courage to pick up JoJo's dead body. I still couldn't accept his fate. When my mum reached, we carry him home. My mum, 2 younger sisters and I were all crying. We carry him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to bury his body near the site where he died, beside a tree. We wrap his body with a white clothe of mine, dig a small grave for him. We kiss him our final goodbyes and bury him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, JoJo. Why did you have to leave me so early when I just got you? You know I will always love you, right? I hope you have a safe journey up there beside Allah. I hope to meet you in the future at the gates of Heaven. I love you JoJo. I love you my dear brother-kitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7003842461998303667?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7003842461998303667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7003842461998303667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7003842461998303667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7003842461998303667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-in-peace-my-dear.html' title='Rest in peace, my dear'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-8427083173749209289</id><published>2009-09-16T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:31:04.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>OK.. I've decided to re-open this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Partly because I need an online diary cuz I spend more time in the cyber world than anywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick updates&lt;br /&gt;-Adpoted a kitten&lt;br /&gt;-Halfway through my diploma studies&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;-Still very much in love with Arinto Setyawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. My opening speech. Not much, eh? Well, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-8427083173749209289?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/8427083173749209289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=8427083173749209289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8427083173749209289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8427083173749209289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-601016485825373453</id><published>2009-02-12T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:31:59.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>I miss himI miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him sooooooooooooooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-601016485825373453?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/601016485825373453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=601016485825373453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/601016485825373453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/601016485825373453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-8905012980168243238</id><published>2009-02-11T03:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:19:27.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are your keys, honey?</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend just sms-ed and said he's stuck outside the house cuz he forgot to bring his keys to work. Dumb boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been knocking on the door for the past hour and everybody in the house seemed to be dead asleep and he says 'I hope they are really dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His prepaid is running low and I can't contact him. Now he gets me real worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb, dumb boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-8905012980168243238?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/8905012980168243238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=8905012980168243238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8905012980168243238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8905012980168243238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-are-your-keys-honey.html' title='Where are your keys, honey?'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6661133180665835369</id><published>2009-02-10T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:42:58.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No social life</title><content type='html'>Turns out the vacancy at 7-11 is filled up...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at home in front of laptop palying facebook's games...&lt;br /&gt;Yeap...&lt;br /&gt;I have no social life&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6661133180665835369?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6661133180665835369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6661133180665835369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6661133180665835369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6661133180665835369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-social-life.html' title='No social life'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6761136697903308192</id><published>2009-02-09T07:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:42:37.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week here and a week there</title><content type='html'>Wah.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long never touch my blog....&lt;br /&gt;I can see dust and cobwebs at the corner already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still the holidays here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December was in Bekasi, Indonesia for a week. Had my new year there. Not much happened though. Just went to the city and watch fireworks with the boyfriend. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was school for 3 weeks, which i absent for the last week. What can I say? I'm in holiday mood already. Nyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week went to Batam. Spent my birthday there too with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batam's ok. Day time it's not quite happening... The night life, however.... Let's just say you would want to get out of your hotel only after 6pm... Haha.. Countless bars and pubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I had fun holidaying, I think I might want to look for a part-time job. Money all spent on holidays. Now holding 10 bucks. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says there's a vacancy at 7-11 near her work. Might as well take it. Interview's today. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6761136697903308192?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6761136697903308192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6761136697903308192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6761136697903308192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6761136697903308192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-here-and-week-there.html' title='A week here and a week there'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-1139432354498641532</id><published>2009-01-08T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:22:03.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Back to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Back to School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehs. Hello back! finally the three months holiday has ended and I am back to Singapore from my Indonesia(Bekasi) trip (yes, again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated New Year with dear boyfriend, which makes 2008 complete and the start of 2009 Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in school and is awaiting 3 more weeks to the 10 weeks holidays!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go Batam during the hols... Can meet boyfriend again.... Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-1139432354498641532?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/1139432354498641532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=1139432354498641532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1139432354498641532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1139432354498641532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-4610163740339001985</id><published>2008-11-10T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:13:52.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New week</title><content type='html'>Moday today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the monsoon season is coming... It's been raining heavily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been confirmed. Going to Indonesia (AGAIN) on the 27th December... Will be New Year-ing over there.. People who invithing me to Sentosa, Marina Bay etc etc please leave me out of the list cuz I will not be in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch the fireworks of New Year with dear boyfriend. Hehs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-4610163740339001985?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/4610163740339001985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=4610163740339001985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/4610163740339001985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/4610163740339001985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-week.html' title='New week'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-2481020490736940201</id><published>2008-10-23T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:16:56.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Love</title><content type='html'>I just came to realise one thing about relationship. You can't keep things away from each other if you want it to work. I was reading a blog from someone I know and he was hurt by the actions of someone close to him which is also the same person that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what is it about girls that make us wants to have other relationships with other guys even when we are already attached. I'm not speaking for the womankind but there are some, in fact many of us, have that. You pretend like you are single when meeting someone new. And you reciprocate their flirt lines and suddenly, you are too drawn into it that you don't want to get out of this dream-like world. You sms this other guy/s. You chat on the phone often. And you hide it from your boyfriend. Now I know how it feels. Because I caught a glimpse of his feelings in another man that wrote that blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it boils down to attention that you are seeking. I know it will hurt him if I do that. I realised how honest he has been with me. I am free to read his messages. I have access to all his passwords. And the best thing I could ever ask is he gave me all of him. All of him. And there I was flinching away whenever he caught me or try to see me messaging. Walking away to pick up the phone. As if I got something to hide from him. I wouldn't even let him touch my phone. What am I doing? Is this how I should treat a guy who as given so much of him to me? How so often have he put up with my tantrums? He sits by me. Listening to every whine I have. And yet I put him down everytime.&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not writng about me. Im writing about how careless and stupid this girl is. You have everything that you can ask for in a guy. And yet you let it go so easily. Oh yeah. You blame it on his parents but look at youself. I just wanna be frank. But you kill your own relationship with him. There are nobody to be blamed but yourself. You know, I would kill to have someone like him. HE &lt;strong&gt;PUTS UP &lt;/strong&gt;WITH YOU WHEN THE REST OF US CAN'T. But you treat him as if he was your dog. You ignore him when you feel like it. Which relation has no problems? But it is how you handle it. Whenever you have a problem with him you walk away. You want things to go only your way ignoring his needs. Yet he is so sweet to let you have it. And again, how you treat him? Yes, like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you go around flirting with guys. Getting their attention. Never serious with them. How would it make them feel when they THINK it is a serious one? When it became too serious for you you break it off. With small stupid petty arguments. And they are your clothes; throwing them away when they no longer fits. That's why I dislike you for even when I know I have to love you. I wish you all the best and I want to say thank you for teaching me some valueable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I've said it. &lt;br /&gt;When you read it you may hate me. &lt;br /&gt;But I shall respect that.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that you are doing the wrong things, and I really, really want you to get right this time. Even if it is not with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me?&lt;br /&gt;I know I love him. And I know he loves me back dearly. We promise that there should be nothing between us but trust. Especially when it is a long distance relationship. We never know where this journey leads us to but one thing is for sure. We will be there for each other now, tommorrow, always. There will be no third party. Not from him and not from me. We are not perfect. We have problems and there are times that I have hurt him with just my slicing words. And there are times I feel he does not give me what I want. But I know he will give me all what he has. He is not the perfect guy. Sure he a no model. He doesn't have bags of riches. He gets up my nerves at times but I am not perfect either. But we compliment each other. He gives all of him to me. There was never anyone else. And I am damn sure that was you case a few months back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time, is it not, sister, to give back all of us to our other half?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-2481020490736940201?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/2481020490736940201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=2481020490736940201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2481020490736940201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2481020490736940201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-of-love.html' title='The Power of Love'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-774512322939688228</id><published>2008-10-19T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:05:09.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand</title><content type='html'>Aite.. So here I am updating my blog cuz so many asked of you asked me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm a busy woman. Hehs. No time to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at last I've found some time to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No much amazing happened lately. When I got back to Singapore, I resume school as usual after being AWOL for a week. Indonesia's was a different matter altogether. I mean who isn't happy to meet their BF after not meeting a looong time. Such is the bane of a long distance relationship but there are boons too. It makes you appreciate the person better and requires a lot mor trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from relationships, I've been miggling with my new class a lot more. They ain't so bad... Lol... I've missed SOOOO many classes that I  have to do well for the rest of the semester to get pass Year 1. Nobody wanna repeat a bad history. Especially not ME! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite.. That's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more this time, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-774512322939688228?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/774512322939688228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=774512322939688228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/774512322939688228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/774512322939688228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back By Popular Demand'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-3229862037730231051</id><published>2008-09-28T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:35:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Singapore, Hello Indonesia</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be going off to Bandung, Indonesia. Again. But this time for Hari Raya... Hurrah.. Anyways, I will be there for a week.. Be back by 5th Oct..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did last minute packing and I just realized that I need to buy some new tops and sandals and facial wash and.. and.. and.. ALOT OF THINGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Bedok Interchange ehich is only 5 minutes from my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never thought a woman can shop in less then 30 minutes, YOU ARE DEAD WRONG!! I shopped for 7 items in under 20 minutes.. and it was THREE different shops!! Goodness I did not think I just did that... But I did.. Nyeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my thing are ready just need to find that flight ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-3229862037730231051?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/3229862037730231051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=3229862037730231051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/3229862037730231051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/3229862037730231051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-singapore-hello-indonesia.html' title='Goodbye Singapore, Hello Indonesia'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-2444356207789623423</id><published>2008-09-23T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:45:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atika Two-two</title><content type='html'>Can life get anymore frustrating?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will not be in Singapore for Eid Mubarak. I'll be in Indonesia. For 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno I should go or not but dad bought the flight tix already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my mum over the phone and she sarcastically said "Go. Since &lt;em&gt;SHE&lt;/em&gt; is your mother." And by the word &lt;em&gt;SHE&lt;/em&gt; my mum refers to my step-mother. I hate it when I'm split in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short - my parents are divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the only Hari Raya tt I will be missing my mum. For the past 6 years my parents are divorced, I have never ever missed one with her while my dad usually goes back to Indonesia. And this is the only one Syawal I would like to spend time with my DAD&lt;em&gt;(not my step-mother) &lt;/em&gt;and even that I have to spend it with a heavy guilt in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE WHEN THINGS GO THIS WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my mum was stung when I told her I would be away during Raya but she don't have to be so cruel with her words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need somebody right now. To lean on. Cuz I'm getting to tired of this...&lt;br /&gt;I need my guy. And even then, he's having his own problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can life get anymore frustrating that this?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-2444356207789623423?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/2444356207789623423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=2444356207789623423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2444356207789623423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2444356207789623423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/atika-two-two.html' title='Atika Two-two'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-3985282151603732202</id><published>2008-09-23T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:54:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's fly together</title><content type='html'>Dunno why been depressed lately.. Maybe cuz my communication with my guy has been cut off.. Nyeh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-3985282151603732202?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/3985282151603732202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=3985282151603732202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/3985282151603732202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/3985282151603732202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-fly-together.html' title='Let&apos;s fly together'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-4049959801310945537</id><published>2008-09-20T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:41:55.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!</title><content type='html'>My 1st semester class has our own blog: http://e37p.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 blogs to update when I can barely keep up with one??&lt;br /&gt;Blog mine first&lt;br /&gt;then blog E37P&lt;br /&gt;Add that to my already-so-long to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love E37P a lot! And I guess I have to support their craziest wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-4049959801310945537?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/4049959801310945537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=4049959801310945537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/4049959801310945537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/4049959801310945537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-2533478593979976432</id><published>2008-09-16T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:01:20.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty, Naughty..</title><content type='html'>Aarrrggghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it... My Absenteeism Syndrome is attacking again! Seriously, I need a medication for this illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need.. To.. Go.. To.. School..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have such lazy bones. I really, really can't wait for school holidays so that I can just rot at home. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school, don't get me wrong. It's just the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of going to school that bothers me. The getting up at 6am in the morning, getting ready and the worst part is the 1 and a half hour journey to school. Nyeh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-2533478593979976432?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/2533478593979976432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=2533478593979976432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2533478593979976432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2533478593979976432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/naughty-naughty.html' title='Naughty, Naughty..'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6995273567835913705</id><published>2008-09-09T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:46:05.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Faces</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a week after I've entered to a new class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I put it about my new class? Well, the atmosphere is definitely different from what I was used to last time... This new class is an outspoken bunch while my old class was not as much. I'm getting used to the new environment and the people around me. I guess I have to cuz they will be part of my learning progress for the next 4 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still miss my E37P class though cuz that class has a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to today's lesson. The faci was stricter than my previous one of the same module. Well, what can I say? The current faci IS the Head after all and his expectations were much higher than what I encountered before. And as for the presentation we were restricted to a maximum of just 4 slides! Well, much is less and less is, well, less. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what tomorrow will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6995273567835913705?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6995273567835913705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6995273567835913705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6995273567835913705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6995273567835913705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-faces.html' title='New Faces'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-2447588376526659255</id><published>2008-09-02T06:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:22:09.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back Darlings!!</title><content type='html'>Hooooooookays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Indonesia. FINALLY GET TO MEET MY GUY!!!!! After like 8months. Oh yeah, If you haven't know already, I'm having like this LDR (Long Distance Relationship). The best past was the day that we meet was actually our 1st Anniversary. 24 August.&lt;br /&gt;So from the 24-26, I was mostly out enjoying every second I was with him cuz times like that are too few and far in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually in Bandung, Indonesia and the mountain was only 10mins ride from home. It's called the Ciwidey and ontop of the mountain, there is a hot spring. Along the journey, there are tons of Strawberry Farms where you can actually pick your own strawberries! Sorry no pics cause I forgot to bring my camera but next time when I go there again, I promise I will snap a few... Anyways, the mountains there in Indonesia are really "Mountains". Unlike in Singapore where the Mount Faber is not actually a mountain geograpically but is just a sand pile which happens to be a tad higher that the rest of Singapore. Hehs. There, you can actually see your breath cuz it's sooo cold up there. You should go. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the second best thing going there besides spending time with my guy up the mountain was learning to ride the bike and I know how in just 1 day! I don't even have to hold a lisence cause the rules there are soooo loose that compared to Singapore, it's like Baggy Pants Vs. Skinny Jeans. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot. We took Qatar Airways. Nice but personally, Singapore Airlines are always the best followed by Lufthansa and then Emirates an then Thai Airways. As usual, the stewards are DAMN HOT can? Haha.. Compared to other Airlines, Qatar Airways cabin crew are a little sulky. They smile less and they seem to be such in a hurry every time. As for Singapore Airlines, the ambiance is the best but the best cabin crew goes to (it's a tie) Thai's and Lufthansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from Airline topics, I was back in Singapore on the 28th August, 3a.m. I was soo tired the few following days that I snooze most of my time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I checked my new class for the new semester. W46B. Yay. Right above the canteen!!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna miss my old classmates. They were the first fews that I made friend in school. Hiks. Oh and I passed my first year's first semester. I did pretty good I guess... Well,, I'm just happy I got through the first ordeal. Doing well is just the icing on the cake! My GPA? Safe to say, I qualify for a scholarship? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-2447588376526659255?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/2447588376526659255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=2447588376526659255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2447588376526659255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2447588376526659255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-darlings.html' title='I&apos;m Back Darlings!!'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-8792974311160829717</id><published>2008-08-21T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:15:36.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't been updating</title><content type='html'>Cuz my holidays are just plain boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Indonesia on the 23rd this month... Looking forward to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-8792974311160829717?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/8792974311160829717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=8792974311160829717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8792974311160829717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8792974311160829717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/08/havent-been-updating.html' title='Haven&apos;t been updating'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7683341019378930977</id><published>2008-08-13T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:21:05.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn of a New Day</title><content type='html'>Can't believe yesterday was the last day of 1st semester in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i even lasted that long in school... Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss everybody in E37P cuz we all are gonna be transferred into different classes next semester. I really. really like my class and how I wished we don't have to switch classes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone in E37P and hopefully we all reached our own specific goals in the future. Keep in touch, ya? And don't forget you big sister (read: me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7683341019378930977?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7683341019378930977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7683341019378930977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7683341019378930977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7683341019378930977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/08/dawn-of-new-day.html' title='Dawn of a New Day'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6791540997385002015</id><published>2008-08-09T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:46:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings are F.U.N!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Ace of Clubs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.243/www.blogthingsimages.comm/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/clubs.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You go at everything in your life full force. You are a natural gambler.&lt;br /&gt;Your life definitely has some extreme highs and lows, but you know how to ride out the low times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total adventure seeker, you are never satisfied by what's normal or ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;You like to push limits and shock people. You're dramatic, but a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has been a wild ride so far. You have stories that people can barely believe.&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably still young... with a lot of wild rides in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: High stakes roulette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Demented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A high roller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.244/www.blogthingsimages.comm/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.242/www.blogthingsimages.comm/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as confident and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.242/www.blogthingsimages.comm/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone Says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.242/www.blogthingsimages.comm/thegemstonetest/6.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an excellent communicator. You express yourself clearly.&lt;br /&gt;You relate easily to other people, and you're a great listener.&lt;br /&gt;Friends turn to you to help stay grounded and sane.&lt;br /&gt;You realize that everything is interconnected in life, and you aim to help as many people as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Green Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/power-green.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You feel most at home in a world of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You're curious and logical - and enjoy a good intellectual challenge.&lt;br /&gt;You're super cool, calm, and collected. Very little tries your patience.&lt;br /&gt;Your only fear? People not realizing how smart and able you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&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/3437458288432116734-6791540997385002015?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6791540997385002015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6791540997385002015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6791540997385002015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6791540997385002015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogthings-are-fun.html' title='Blogthings are F.U.N!'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7614586916902185044</id><published>2008-08-05T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:46:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Lackadaisical</title><content type='html'>WOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really like my rocker Maths faci...&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was soooooooo fun&lt;br /&gt;We were not given any breaks and the faci walked around to see everyone is doin their work.&lt;br /&gt;But we ended at 12.30pm that day when we were supposed to end at 4.30pm like other days.&lt;br /&gt;And we don't even have to present (only Kabe and Izuanto have to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great&lt;br /&gt;Got mini hiking with the class at Admiralty Park (which is right at the doorstep of RP)&lt;br /&gt;Really, really feels like hiking.&lt;br /&gt;It was DAMN hot. and I was wearing a &lt;em&gt;skirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unplanned&lt;br /&gt;BUT &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had FUN&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a fun day when you are with E37P.&lt;br /&gt;WOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span size =" 10/"&gt;I think the best things that ever happened to me is failing&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7614586916902185044?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7614586916902185044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7614586916902185044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7614586916902185044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7614586916902185044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-lackadaisical.html' title='Going Lackadaisical'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7018828640824954327</id><published>2008-08-03T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:17:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fruits</title><content type='html'>Something bizarre happened today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was from school ( can you believe it? I spent my WEEKEND in SCHOOL! Damn) and on my way back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bedok&lt;/span&gt; Interchange, I was sitting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bench&lt;/span&gt; waiting for bus 40 to come when two old but nice ladies took seats beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two ladies were talking about fruits - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Langsat&lt;/span&gt; to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Langsat&lt;/span&gt; Lady turned to me and said ' You want some?'&lt;br /&gt;Without even waiting for a reply, she handed me 5 big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;langsats&lt;/span&gt; with plastic bag and all to throw away the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; conversation, I get to know she is not married and is currently living with her mum who is 90yrs old(which makes her about 60-70plus). She works as a clerical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;officer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the bus, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Langsat&lt;/span&gt; lady walk over to my seat just to give me bright juicy apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rarity these days to find someone as nice as her to give fruits to strangers. But then again, there are no strangers in this world - just friends we have not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really count my blessings to have met this lady. She showed me that there is always a silver lining in even the most gray of clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7018828640824954327?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7018828640824954327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7018828640824954327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7018828640824954327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7018828640824954327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-fruits.html' title='Free Fruits'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-5345330800797684162</id><published>2008-08-01T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:05:54.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meris, You're a bird"</title><content type='html'>Today was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whacky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Enterprise&lt;/span&gt; Module is, as always, &lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids in class, as always, make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team-members are Meris, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shermin&lt;/span&gt;, Jocelyn, Si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manli&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda push everything to the last minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Enterprise&lt;/span&gt; module has this effect of making us NOT want to do anything to spite &lt;em&gt;you know who.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when we pushed everything to the last minute, that everything was pushed to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I got this innate ability to make everything looked as if we have worked on it. Not that I'm bragging but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;, I really do have that ability (everybody, roll your eyes...) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the highlight for today was Meris being our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mascot&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt; Bird Park. I'm telling you. She is &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt;! She can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;imitate&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;em&gt;flapping geese&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;chicken on the loose&lt;/em&gt; and even a &lt;em&gt;one-leg-standing flamingo&lt;/em&gt; ( I wanted to add SWAN but it'll be kinda rude to associate something so beautiful to Meris). And guess what? To top it off, she has got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cuckoo&lt;/span&gt; for a boyfriend! Now, isn't THAT amazing???&lt;br /&gt;If YOU are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; of saving some money instead of going to a bird park, just visit my class, E37P and I'll show you a prototype of the bird species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note to Meris. Thanks for being such a sport. You made my day for letting yourself be my victim of jokes. Love you pretty babe!... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;.. I mean bird...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-5345330800797684162?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/5345330800797684162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=5345330800797684162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5345330800797684162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5345330800797684162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/08/meris-youre-bird.html' title='&quot;Meris, You&apos;re a bird&quot;'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7074943114898123706</id><published>2008-07-30T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:39:59.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to leash myself</title><content type='html'>Some unexpected events happened today but serves the purpose of realising how important friends are to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E37P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Safiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Manli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shermin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jannath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chin Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Izuanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hong Qing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shu Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jian Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Si suo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05B2 Dudes and dudettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all who played a part in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, today I did a little game of 'Catch' which was like sooooo childish but reminds me how fun it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea.... here's pic courtesy of Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228831990050353410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SJCK_c0mcQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zq3KjTQPKUQ/s400/kabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, I guess I am loved by many and Kabe's one of them. LoL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You guys make my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7074943114898123706?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7074943114898123706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7074943114898123706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7074943114898123706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7074943114898123706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-to-leash-myself.html' title='Trying to leash myself'/><author><name>Rika</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SJCK_c0mcQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zq3KjTQPKUQ/s72-c/kabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7874087227558845993</id><published>2008-07-29T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:49:40.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop It Please</title><content type='html'>E37P. C'mon la guys. Put your differences aside man. Think, why must it be like this when we were so close together. I really don't wanna take sides. But I know when to be &lt;em&gt;fair&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, AGE is not so much of a matter. You guys age difference is like only &lt;strong&gt;a year apart&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, in 12 months only. What's this crap about experiences and stuff. Cannot relate and stuff. That's only reasons to come up with. I am 2-3, even 4 years apart from you guys but I have no trouble relating. It's about you want it or don't. Look at the Boys... They have NO PROBLEMS connecting because they know when to put their differences aside. The sec4 guys can relate to sec5 boys no problem man. Why can't we be like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our personal problems. But don't bring it to the class and spoils our relationships like this. I have problems too. There are days I feel like crying. You know that day I fought with my sister? Or the day I almost broke up with my guy? This all happens during my time with you guys but have you ever seen me sad? Seen me leash out in class? Spoil the mood of the group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is ever a need to clear things out please do so with the persons you are having trouble with. If you keep avoiding the trouble will &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; go away. But do so with the goal of making things better, not with the aim of a battle or war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm begging you all to finish this once and for all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7874087227558845993?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7874087227558845993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7874087227558845993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7874087227558845993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7874087227558845993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-it-please.html' title='Stop It Please'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7498554650469493782</id><published>2008-07-28T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:51:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was trying Photoscape since it was a hoohaa among my classmates. I know. I'm a late-bloomer. But never too late to try anything new. And this was what I cam up with. Featuring some of the persons I appreciate the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SI3qkcMi03I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aMp1Cp7TZVI/s1600-h/Lovies!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092654212010866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SI3qkcMi03I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aMp1Cp7TZVI/s400/Lovies!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute right????????? Damn nice lah sey... Thanks You Girls for truly making my day, every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3437458288432116734-7498554650469493782?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7498554650469493782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7498554650469493782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7498554650469493782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7498554650469493782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-photos.html' title='CRAZY PHOTOS'/><author><name>Rika</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SI3qkcMi03I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aMp1Cp7TZVI/s72-c/Lovies!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7290511363415498930</id><published>2008-07-24T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:55:13.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SIfgx0jGXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FqTHMW6h89Q/s1600-h/DSC00538edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226393039110823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SIfgx0jGXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FqTHMW6h89Q/s320/DSC00538edited.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SIfgeJWr5CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a8T4TV_hdTU/s1600-h/YOU+LOOK+COOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meris edited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks SWEET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU MERIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;ILY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3437458288432116734-7290511363415498930?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7290511363415498930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7290511363415498930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7290511363415498930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7290511363415498930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet.html' title='SWEET!'/><author><name>Rika</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SIfgx0jGXMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FqTHMW6h89Q/s72-c/DSC00538edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-8151277399224239473</id><published>2008-07-22T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:39:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It pains me to resist something so good</title><content type='html'>Oh wells.... Today Math and Computing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faci&lt;/span&gt; did not come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she like got something on. So a relief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;faci&lt;/span&gt; took over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computing today was about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VBA&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Exel&lt;/span&gt; (whatever that means). But hey, I learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2/3 of the class skipped lesson to watch Batman but I did not go. Reasons are :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) I already got 1F and 1X for the module.&lt;br /&gt;ii) I watched Batman already&lt;br /&gt;iii) I have to save money&lt;br /&gt;iv) I want to learn&lt;br /&gt;v) I feel bad for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;faci&lt;/span&gt; - he took time to come to our class and I don't want to throw away his efforts. Trust me, it is sad.&lt;br /&gt;vi) I have set my goals - to have more &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;discipline this year - I already had my 'Glory Years'&lt;br /&gt;vii) I want to learn to resist temptations - and it pained me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;viii) My parents put me to school for something. There is NO WAY am I EVER gonna disappoint my mother again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really, really want to skip with the rest of my friends. I really do(i was about 85% ready to skip class as well). And it pains me so to resist something so good but I guess the cons of skipping school outweighs the pros. And it's time to act my age. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, being the last few kids in class wasn't that bad at all. I ended up laying CS with Si Suo, Joshua and Shu Yong. And they taught me things that made me prepare for battle the next time E37P goes to war in CS.... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my day today. Quiet but subtly fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-8151277399224239473?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/8151277399224239473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=8151277399224239473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8151277399224239473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/8151277399224239473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-pains-me-to-resist-something-so-good.html' title='It pains me to resist something so good'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-4806658275592532588</id><published>2008-07-16T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:05:22.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy aches and it not your typical tummy ache. It's the type where you fell like you internal organs are being twisted tightly and the pain comes and goes. When the pain do come, I feel like killing myself....... DAMMIT... PAINFUL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-4806658275592532588?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/4806658275592532588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=4806658275592532588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/4806658275592532588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/4806658275592532588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-271733763507190220</id><published>2008-07-12T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:13:04.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My True BFF</title><content type='html'>Today met up with my MI friends for breakfast at McD. Oh God, how I've missed them. Especially my bestfriend. That was my first time seeing her in over a year. Supposed to meet up at 10a.m but we ended up coming at 10.45 and later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick updates.&lt;br /&gt;Faezah and Amalina preparing for their A levels. Dy is having 'FUN' in UM studying Malay Studies while Fathiah preparing the next phase of her life in NTU. Good Luck guys! Although we will be seeing each other much much less than we are now,  you guys are still in my heart and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see them in these coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh can't believe haw I missed them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-271733763507190220?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/271733763507190220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=271733763507190220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/271733763507190220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/271733763507190220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-true-bff.html' title='My True BFF'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-1672078640725720146</id><published>2008-07-11T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:12:31.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SHb5hLjB0RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lelIcgpn8kE/s1600-h/DSC06797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221635166413377810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SHb5hLjB0RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lelIcgpn8kE/s320/DSC06797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the people that brighten my days, who makes me smile, who makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-1672078640725720146?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/1672078640725720146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=1672078640725720146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1672078640725720146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1672078640725720146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-these-people.html' title='I love these people'/><author><name>Rika</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JQq2MnHR8y4/SHb5hLjB0RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lelIcgpn8kE/s72-c/DSC06797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7364203669331461327</id><published>2008-07-08T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:42:08.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY MATHS FACI</title><content type='html'>Yay.. Finally my maths faci comes... I'm motivated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7364203669331461327?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7364203669331461327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7364203669331461327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7364203669331461327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7364203669331461327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-maths-faci.html' title='I LOVE MY MATHS FACI'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6484574765312022498</id><published>2008-07-08T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:53:41.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really, really miss her</title><content type='html'>I should be asleep right now 'cuz I'm having my test tomorrow. Or at least, studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is just one of those days that I really really miss her badly. So badly these tears of regret, misses and sadness can't stop flowing. Everyday, I wished I had enough courage and strength to pick up the phone and dial her numbers. Just to say sorry. But I guess my ego and my fear stopped me from doing that.Somethings just never really changed. I never really change. But I was always left wondering has she changed? I know I was a big jerk. But I was too blind to see that. Too occupied with my big head. I don't know what went wrong for us and I don't know where ouy mistakes lie but I broke me into pieces before I even know it. And it was always too late to do something about it. I wrote about a dozens of letters and about 30 odd messages for her. None of which was sent. But tonight, I managed to pull enough courage to send her 1 sms. Just 1. Because it is the birthaday of the one true bestfriend I ever had, and will ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Faezah.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really miss you. Alot. Every single day of my life when I was not with you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for existing in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6484574765312022498?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6484574765312022498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6484574765312022498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6484574765312022498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6484574765312022498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-really-miss-her.html' title='I really, really miss her'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6905208067657989446</id><published>2008-07-07T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:23:53.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Facilitator just gave us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TimeOut&lt;/span&gt; bars to celebrate Youth Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm MOTIVATED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6905208067657989446?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6905208067657989446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6905208067657989446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6905208067657989446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6905208067657989446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-1266050631190534916</id><published>2008-07-07T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:07:36.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day, New Week</title><content type='html'>Setting my mind - NO MONDAY BLUES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get the motivation in gear for the week. I sense that my old self is creeping back up at me. Cuz I am feeling lazy and I don't feel like going to school some of the days. Must. Be. Motivated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say. I had a movie marathon with my best guy friend yesterday. We watched Wanted and Hancock. Tickets and lunch on him of course, cuz he's the one who is working. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted was kinda cool man! Rate? 8.5 out of 10. (point 5 purely because Jolie was DAMN HOT)&lt;br /&gt;Hancock was kinda a let down but it was ok. 6 out of 10. A pass because of Will Smith's cute akward smile. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Starting class soon! Stay Motivated Atika~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-1266050631190534916?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/1266050631190534916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=1266050631190534916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1266050631190534916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1266050631190534916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-day-new-week.html' title='New Day, New Week'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-7159626066173022590</id><published>2008-07-03T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:21:13.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Day</title><content type='html'>Today was normal like any other day. Always had fun with my friends. Meris, Natasha, Nadiah, Safiah, Diana, Man Li and all that I did not mention but are essentially part of E37P. You guys really rock my days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is about Identity which I have no idea what to do but at the end of my group's (there are Eric, Meris and Kabe) presentation, the faci said our team got focus. And I was thinking what focus?? That was like pure luck. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was Percussion Ensemble practice. I was playing the Djembe and lemme tell you that my fingers were swollen by the time I got my beats right. Lol. I think the people in Beats Encore are cool and are a funny bunch most of them. But I haven't really get to know all of them. (And I don't appreciate to be called 'Kakak' or 'Makcik'. Atika will do just fine.) I guess the two trainings sessions with them are too little. And the fact that we were separated into two groups does not help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, My day was fun... As usual. Can't wait for tomorrow to bring some laughter to the people around me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-7159626066173022590?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/7159626066173022590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=7159626066173022590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7159626066173022590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/7159626066173022590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/07/fruitful-day.html' title='Fruitful Day'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-5763295397414499311</id><published>2008-06-30T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:26:38.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get my feet moving</title><content type='html'>Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy these few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a success and was a blast during the Beats Encore performance...&lt;br /&gt;I think Bossaball rocks.&lt;br /&gt;As well as PM group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was tiring. Esp dealing with things that I don't know or understand but is forced to understand so that people around you understands too... I am not blessed with great brains and my IQ is just about the average. Sometimes I envy those who are clever and smart. And I have to work double hard to understand what they can understand in a blink of an eye. I am nothing special. But at least I try to understand and be independent. Not to rely on others but myself. Because I have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what INDEPENDENT all about. It is not about how strong you are. It is not about the things that you want to prove to others. And it is definitely not how well you succeed in this world. It is, mostly, not what thought out to be by most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent is about being able to survive with what you have got. And just with what you have you are able to move forward. You have your own stand or motto in life. Not being afaid to fail. Even in failure, you still have the belief that you can.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so tiring playing the big sister all the time&lt;br /&gt;It is so tiring to be the responsible one&lt;br /&gt;It is so tiring to be the one people depend on&lt;br /&gt;It is so tiring to try to meet people's expectations that are sky high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was that care-free kid and the rebellious one&lt;br /&gt;I was that failure at the back of the class dozing off&lt;br /&gt;I was the irresponsible one that no one depend on&lt;br /&gt;I was not the one people put their expectations on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was once that rebellious failure and I have learnt since.&lt;br /&gt;I am grown up and I have experienced both side of the stories.&lt;br /&gt;I must grow. Now more than I ever need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure made me wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-5763295397414499311?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/5763295397414499311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=5763295397414499311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5763295397414499311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5763295397414499311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-my-feet-moving.html' title='Get my feet moving'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6460643284538989429</id><published>2008-06-28T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:33:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>YAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think things are finally leading to a straight road for my friends and I. Soooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just woke up and was about to get ready fo a 7 hr voice convo with THAT GUY.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Then right after that I would snore till afternoon.. No life right? Oh wells.. The things you have to compromise to make a relationship works (esp a long-distance one)... Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, by the way.....&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday am having a Percussion performance at Toa Payoh Stadium at 8pm. Do come down and support yah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;My first performance and I think it will rock!&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6460643284538989429?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6460643284538989429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6460643284538989429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6460643284538989429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6460643284538989429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-6957373031086769448</id><published>2008-06-25T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:58:11.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like doing ANYTHING today and I don't feel like doing ANYTHING today and I don't feel like doing ANYTHING today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry team mates.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-6957373031086769448?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/6957373031086769448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=6957373031086769448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6957373031086769448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/6957373031086769448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-1423554161283243132</id><published>2008-06-24T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:14:16.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Female Dog</title><content type='html'>So sleepy in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faci is not helping&lt;br /&gt;-she says 'Number' = 'Numbeeeeeeeer'&lt;br /&gt;-she is self-righteous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a long day today. Got Percussion training for Sunday's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-1423554161283243132?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/1423554161283243132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=1423554161283243132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1423554161283243132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/1423554161283243132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/irritating-female-dog.html' title='Irritating Female Dog'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-2621089667485572687</id><published>2008-06-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:02:40.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>I think mostly my class is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, more then ever, i think ppl need to cool down and others need to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be realistic. Not every thing in this world will go the way you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my guy the whole night yesterday and i didn't get a wink of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Was soooo damn tired in class but managed to slogged through the day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear stories of your guy's ex-es before? Lemme tell you that when he does that it hurts like hell... I know the green jealous monster is getting the best of me but I can't help but feel insecure and to think that I wasn't his first love stings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. They said 'Nobody ever forgets his or her first love'. That's why it stings. But.. Oh well.. I can't change the past.&lt;br /&gt;However...... I can change the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah people. Always remember. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when there is a problem. Face it. Dun't run away from it. Clear the obstacle and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I learn from lessons in life. Even if you run away from it, it WILL haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AteeQ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-2621089667485572687?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/2621089667485572687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=2621089667485572687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2621089667485572687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/2621089667485572687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-81601801930336623</id><published>2008-06-20T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:40:09.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to unleash</title><content type='html'>Today school was fun even though I was like half an hour late. I don't even feel like going to school lah today cuz I despise the faci. And today only 8 ppl came on time and some were late while others didn't come at all... Probabily because of the faci too.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIT MY CLASSMATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mostly. E37P rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-81601801930336623?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/81601801930336623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=81601801930336623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/81601801930336623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/81601801930336623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-time-to-unleash.html' title='It&apos;s time to unleash'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-5063944116504380281</id><published>2008-06-17T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:31:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok. Time to Update</title><content type='html'>To many things to say( i mean, type) but too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think should intro my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Diana, Safiah, Nadiah, and Meris (They are in my group for today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they are in my group I shall talk a bit about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;I think you sometimes think too much of others opinion.&lt;br /&gt;You have to know that it is okay for others to think differently just don't be anything different from who you really are; be confident.&lt;br /&gt;While you like meeting new people you love your old ones more. Well, old friends are gold, aren't they? Lol&lt;br /&gt;You usually feel that you cannot cope with things but that makes you work doubly hard to achieve it. I think it is a great attribute.&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes you feel that you need to be alone, I think you also like having people around you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you are kind-hearted and tend to give in top people. You make lots of good friends. (But only a few gets in your heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;Strong and independent probably from living with three boys, eh? Lol&lt;br /&gt;Although you are the above, like I said before, you make a lot of decisions based on you feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You got a good head on your shoulders too, which makes you the perfect person to look for advices cause you can still think though all the chaos. Basically, you make a completely what seemed a complicated situation to a simple solution.&lt;br /&gt;You are a person who are judmental and straighfoward.&lt;br /&gt;Which means (I can already sense you are gonna ask me what it means so i might as well tell yuu now) that you take people as they are and sometimes difficult to change your perspective. You are honest about it too.&lt;br /&gt;You act before you think but after acting you think a lot afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safiah&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be quiet and shy aroud people that you don't know and it takes you time to warm up to people.&lt;br /&gt;It is easy for you to blend in in any social interactions and dislikes to be ignored&lt;br /&gt;As for you, you make a balance between thinking with you heart and you head. But it is sometimes tilted more to the heart side.&lt;br /&gt;I think you are a person who always to see the silver linings when the skies are grey. You are a person who goes with the flow, enjoying the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meris&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its difficult to make a choice and you let circumstances make that choice for you.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times you keep to yourself and is uncomfortable for you if someone discover your hidden secrets.&lt;br /&gt;That is why you are so guarded and it is hard to read you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;People can misunderstand you.&lt;br /&gt;However, you can choose to be completely honest to a few and these are the selected fews that you think are worthy to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? I can be a People Reader anot??? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I am just saying based on what I observed and it is only an opinion. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll update again later. I promise! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-5063944116504380281?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/5063944116504380281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=5063944116504380281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5063944116504380281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5063944116504380281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-time-to-update.html' title='Ok. Time to Update'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437458288432116734.post-5025446433996750620</id><published>2008-06-01T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:15:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First</title><content type='html'>Hokey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, guys, I did a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the holidays and there are no other activities to be done, I was thinking, "hey... why don't i start a blog' since i was meaning to do since the start of school. Any tips guys???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a short introduction of myself. I was born Nuratika Bte Halek though I am not called ANYTHING by that name by my family members. They call me Rika. Think I should go to the Embassy and change my name, huh? Date I was born? 3rd February 1988 ( which makes me a big TWO-ZERO this year). And I do not like to tell my age cuz its facinating to see people gasp in utter disbelieve when they finally know my age. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third child out of 6 children explains my 'Middle-child Syndrone'. Can be bad, can be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3/4 of my family are Javanese - both my grandpas and 1 grandma. The other grandma is an indigenous Malay Singporean. Her ancesstor, I think, was the 'Orang Laut' of Temasek until Raffles came in and change it to Singapore. Haha. The one married to my Malay grandma was from a Javanese part of Indonesia, Pekalongan. Story has it that he travelled to Singapore by boat in search of a better life. The other set of Granparents are 100% Indonesian (Grandpa's from Sukabumi and Grandma from Jakarta) and they lived there all their lives until they passed away. Peace be upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write more but I have no idea what to write. Hahaha. Just send in your tips for me and I will improve. Toddles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3437458288432116734-5025446433996750620?l=satya-reeq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/feeds/5025446433996750620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3437458288432116734&amp;postID=5025446433996750620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5025446433996750620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3437458288432116734/posts/default/5025446433996750620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satya-reeq.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first.html' title='My First'/><author><name>Rika</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
