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  <title>What Sarah said.</title>
  <subtitle>the language of truth is simple.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Sarah O.</name>
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  <updated>2009-01-04T12:53:16Z</updated>
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    <title>a new home</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T12:45:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T12:53:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It's the new year. I had a major epiphany and I've decided on some changes which include......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarah-ong.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large; "&gt;sarah-ong.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;see you there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:12773</id>
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    <title>Be good 2009!</title>
    <published>2009-01-03T06:44:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T06:44:00Z</updated>
    <category term="festive"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Happy new year, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, I've been missing for ages. I really didn't expect my last entry to last for weeks! I'd blame it on school. HAH. What's new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm just being environmentally friendly here. If there's no need for internet usage or any written assignments, then I won't bother to switch on my computer at all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution to all of you lovely readers, SAVE MOTHER EARTH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny okay. I'm not just giving ms universe statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good way to start helping the environment and SAVE yourself from being killed by fellow beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bring your own water bottle. (You can save money and save plastics!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring your own utensils; i.e. chopsticks. (See April, my xmas gift is really useful)&lt;br /&gt;3. Switch off the main electric switch if not in use.&lt;br /&gt;4. Use FAN and not AIR CON. (Unless of course it is a humid day.. Now don't use that as an excuse all the time)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bring your own plastic or shopping bag when going shopping. (When I purchase small items (including sanitary pads), I usually tell them that I don't need a plastic bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's as easy as that. I've been doing this for the past months now. Except number 2 though; because there's no need to at school?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Jan 2009 is here, time will pass by ever so quickly and I'll be graduating in no time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop. University? Aye. I definitely hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update tons of things (including my 20th birthday last nov. LOL) once I'm uh... done with media law?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T16:11:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-15T16:21:00Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>One step at a time - Jordin Sparks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">FFWAAAH! I haven't blogged in ages. Amazing. I used to pretend I'd die if I don't blog, but I guess as you age, you have better things to do. HAHA. Okay, no. That's an excuse for being lazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed my part for our media law group project and am rejoicing at the fact that I can actually complete that damn report. lol. I amaze myself sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a random note, Jordin Sparks &amp;quot;One Step at a time&amp;quot; is on repeat mode for the past uh.... whatever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my mind just wandered off to the world of MSN, soooo I forgot what I was about to blog about. Uh right. I think I should start moving my fingers (before it grows any fatter) to blog about my wonderful birthday experience. Speaking of which, I still owe lynnette and shuang a date.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I always visualise myself blogging about my birthday, exact words, exact phrases and then... KA CHING! They disappear as I scurry off to complete a book or rush for filming or something along those lines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that term break's here (not the usual break, they just call it a break for formalities sake you know? IF NOT EXPLAIN WHY AM I STILL GOING BACK TO SCHOOL?!), I should have more time to blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key word: SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell that to the school's management team.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. I have an event this wednesday and friday, which means more pictures. Finally some little bit of partying before I die in the words of &amp;quot;light, camera, action!&amp;quot;. Eh no, it's more of &amp;quot; (the F word)!!! HOW COME NO SOUND?!!!&amp;quot; Yeah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there. Like Arnold once said, &amp;quot;I'll be back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao :D Meanwhile, there's always picture viewing on Facebook. (OMG. DENTAL APPOINTMENT TOMORROW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger; "&gt;&amp;quot;To take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush &lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly, or falling in love &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen &lt;br /&gt;And we find the reasons why &lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:11920</id>
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    <title>Thank you</title>
    <published>2008-11-29T03:02:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-29T03:02:29Z</updated>
    <category term="birthdays"/>
    <content type="html">I'm a happy happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all the birthday messages by text and on facebook or just by calling me to sing a birthday song to me. Thank you for all the presents, surprises and celebrations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ALL OF YOU to bits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update once I'm done with my birthday celebrations (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm learning to deal with being 20.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>random</title>
    <published>2008-11-20T14:39:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-20T14:40:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;I'm so bored and something like this would make me laugh at a time like this. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little junior, kenneth. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;fell ill?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:33pm&lt;/span&gt;Sarah&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="pic_padding"&gt;&amp;nbsp;why are you talking to me on fb when im clearly on ms?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pic_padding"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;msn i mean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=596148741"&gt;&lt;font color="#3b5998"&gt;See&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34pm&lt;/span&gt;Sarah&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="pic_padding"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ok go click me there. good boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=596148741"&gt;&lt;font color="#3b5998"&gt;See&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34pm&lt;/span&gt;Sarah&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="pic_padding"&gt;&amp;nbsp;;D im logging off here la dude&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:11034</id>
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    <title>All's good.</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T14:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T14:48:53Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aloha chummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from all the hay days in school; all the filming and proposals and what not. ( I still have filming sessions this Friday and Sat. Gah. But we're fast on track, so all's good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now, after receiving my first 'A' grade. LOL. See, things like this will make me happy and can probably last me for a week, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only a little proposal, but it's a good first step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus filming went rather smoothly so I'm kinda relieved. Jules has been a great cameraman and a great help to us. We'd die figuring out how to deal with the camera manually if not for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem now is script writing; so many ideas but I can't seem to be able to pen them down on paper. And Video editing. My god. Video editing. My god. Repeat that 10x. You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and media law isn't helping either. Fisher, Dresher, whatever.... I don't know how law students manage to remember or memorise all these cases. Like HUH?! Citing cases and statues are a killer, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And studying law makes me feel stupid.&amp;nbsp;Feels like my IQ level dipped to zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about better events shall we? Here're some pictures taken during filming session (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/mt_emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm featuring Mt. Emily as my Magazine segment. Awesome place, you should drop by some time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/hangout_mtemily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somewhat a bagpackers' hotel. Really funky place and cheap too! 100 SGD per night I think. Plus, Wild Rocket is located there too. Western based food with a Singaporean twist (: Chef's really friendly. And great atmosphere. There's a rooftop garden for private events as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/mtemilypark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Emily Park!! How old school. I love that place. Swings and wooden see-saws. Remember those days when you used to&amp;nbsp;build sandcastles at your playground? That's the way it is. How I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/whitehouse-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, Emily Hill where the White House stands proud amidst the lush greenery. It used to be a Japanese consulate during the World War II and it slowly evolved to the current arts and business sector. Really cool place. There's a back garden that carries TCM herbs. Plus point. There's a bar called Wild Oats, (Wild Rocket as mentioned earlier is another franchise) which is the most relaxing place ever! With Jeremy Monteiro's songs playing in the background. Rattan chairs and wooden stools with pretty candles holders outside the bar. And classy black leather sofas on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that we're the first to get to film Mt. Emily (: Perks of being a student, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other random shots. At Mt. Emily and at Chinatown during and after production work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inez and Jules (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Cooper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inez calls it 'The James Bond' car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is an orange truck. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tired crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting the cats involved in this production. :D Stray ones and Little Poody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/poody.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/poody1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...... I love cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/tp/P1100774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot Poody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye little chummies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>G for Guilt.</title>
    <published>2008-11-07T12:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T13:53:50Z</updated>
    <category term="random"/>
    <content type="html">Omg, I can't tell you how pissed I&amp;nbsp;was earlier this afternoon. Okay, I can. Though I'm not as pissy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh. Britney just won album of&amp;nbsp;the year at the MTV europe music awards 2008. AWESOME. I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And katy perry's dress is so quirky right now. She's wearing&amp;nbsp;this carousal dress skirt. I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/fools_direction/pic/0000ebk2/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="193" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fools_direction/pic/0000ebk2/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of carousal.....&amp;nbsp;let's go&amp;nbsp;back to the pissy story I wanted to share with y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in the best of moods today, (or every other day since school started) and I woke up wondering if I should head down town and do a little retail therapy which was supposed to be therapeutic, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with lala for some caramel frap (the best thing that happened for the day) during her lunch hour and updated her with my wholesome life. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo. Sorry, MTV's distracting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to pissy story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost decided to head home instead of wasting money. Hey, the economy is bad, I need to save up you know. Been spending way too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my feet carried me to the shops instead. GAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was trying on some clothes in the fitting room anddddddddddddd, my pendant in the shape of a carousal (awwwww, my beautiful cute little pendant.....) snapped out of the chain, dropped on the floor and rolled over to the fitting room beside mine (aka the last fitting room that was next to the wall). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I trusted the person (whoever that bitch was) in that fitting room - that she'll leave the pendant on the floor OR pick it up and hand it to the salesperson. So, I didn't think too much about my precious pendant and thought I'll just take a look at the room after I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOOOO. THAT EVIL BITCH STOLE IT. SHE STOLE IT. I hope she chokes on her food or something. EVIL PERSON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh. Kanye West's singing Love Lockdown now. I luuuuuurve that soonng! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that evil person, I went crazy and spent a bomb. (I know right, what an excuse. But it's HER FAULT!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what possessed me to buy every single thing that I laid my hands on. GAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed with guilt. I spent nearly as much as what I spent on my hair!! (And if you know how much I spent on my hair..... you'd just die) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh! AMERICAN BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! WHOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I daren't look at the things that I bought - tops, skirt, dresses, bracelet, sandals. I just lack a bag. Almost bought one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the&amp;nbsp;goods under my table. Will deal with them after I overcome my guilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone hold my card please. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I don't do this often. Actually, this seems like the very first time. AHHH. THAT EVIL PERSON WHO STOLE MY PENDANT :(</content>
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    <title>fools_direction @ 2008-11-06T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-06T13:40:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-06T13:40:58Z</updated>
    <category term="rants"/>
    <lj:music>Bad Girl - Danity Kane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been some time since I last blogged; a week it seems, as stated on lj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, during my internship I felt as though I didn't have a life; all I do is work, and work and work. And since it's by shift, I don't necessarily have weekends off. And off on weekdays are usually to catch up on some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm back in school, I feel so much worse! And I'm not supposed to feel that way. Maybe it's because I'm not in the popular clique in the course, or maybe because my groupies and I have split up due to different majors or classes. I don't know. I just doesn't feel right being in school anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's totally no sense of motivation at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to inspire me, something or someone to tell me that my ideas are creative, or that my ideas are at least GOOD ENOUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's tough competition with so many potential people in my class and as much as I try, it doesn't seem good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I shouldn't have any qualms fitting in anywhere. As much as I hate to admit this, but I'm really not the popular girl and I'm not that likeable. I'm just a typical day-to-day student. Properly a nerd to some. So what if I am a poster girl or whatever word you call that. That's so passe. The colour on the posters are fading even! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be famous. I just want to be recognised for my efforts. I just want to know that I'm being appreciated. Being in DHL once doesn't mean anything at all. It's not going to get me into university. And that's what's most important to me right now. To have a spot in the local university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not rich, I can't afford to go overseas. Moreover I've a younger sibling so I can't keep depending on my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, it sucks when you have talented over acheivers in your family. It's like you're some alien from outer space trying to fit in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, I want so much to accomplish something, something that people might deem superficial, something that others think is just for the fame and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe it or not, it's because I simply love doing it. Time and again, I get rejected and&amp;nbsp;I wonder if it's really because I'm not up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever. I'm pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all. What luck to have caught me on this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I really love Tiger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/fools_direction/pic/0000d724/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/fools_direction/pic/0000d724/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:10400</id>
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    <title>A new term.</title>
    <published>2008-10-28T13:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-28T13:34:46Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Forgive me - Leona Lewis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been a long time. Well 1 week is pretty long. I'm back to school now, have had crazy psychotic moments I never thought I'd ever experience throughout my three years in this tertiary education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I'm settling down now (God, I sound like a 3 year old kid entering pre-school or something). It was hard at first, my stomach had to adjust to new lunch hours (as a reporter then, I used to eat at ungod-ly hours). And I had to adjust to school life away from my clique. It's tough when you're all separated you know? Thank God I've Nat, else I'd be dead by now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rose, you'll do just fine. You're not alone, just so you know. Remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty-o. I've tons of assignments, proposals and presentations due next week. It's moving on too fast, okay maybe it's just me. HAHA. But it's okay, I did some research, found awesome information and Nat, Inez and I are going to have a ball of a time putting together the perfect video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be just fine. (I need to chant this sutra 10,000x every day to stay sane)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:10179</id>
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    <title>Senior Year</title>
    <published>2008-10-19T11:22:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-19T11:23:47Z</updated>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <content type="html">Attended High School Musical (HSM) 3 gala premier this afternoon at GV vivo (max theatre). The mise en scene was spectacular. The cast were wonderful, the props and costumes were ridiculously beautiful and the songs were pretty catchy. Given a chance, I bet the kids would sing and dance along with it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/P1100431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/P1100433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch HSM 3 on Oct 24. If you're into musicals, pretty costumes and fluffy images, then go catch it! With such eye candies on screen, I'm sure you'll have your fingers and feet tapping along with the music in no time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, HSM reminds me of the modern version of Grease. Of course Grease was loads better, in my opinion at least. I&amp;nbsp;decided to watch&amp;nbsp;Grease yesterday whilst doing some chores. And you know what, it just dawned upon me that I'm graduating next year. School's starting tomorrow (final semester) and I'm going back as a senior. Like S-E-N-I-O-R. Omg, senior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;We're back!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Only this time we're seniors&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;And we're gonna rule the school!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I have decided that maybe, just maybe we should start dressing up for school since it's our last semester. Time to get rid of all the flip flops and everyday tee-shirt and jeans combination. But then again, I always opt for comfort. So we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, cmm-ers should plan for some kind of prom or something. It'd be fun! Maybe because I haven't actually been to a prom? HAHAHA. Quite pathetic I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my rsi colleagues to celebrate Jase's belated birthday dinner at Holland Village last night. Terrific place. The food was... god, it was good. It was really good. The stomach says, &amp;quot;Stop eating or I'll burst!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where did we go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Nonna at Holland Village. It's near the pub area at the end of Holland Village. Holland V's such a great hangout area. There's starbucks, and loads of ice cream parlours. You can drop by Frolick for a cup of Yoghurt Ice cream or Swensen's Gelato for their multi-flavoured yoghurt ice cream after dinner! Or alternatively, just hang out for some drinks if you want. Oh and! There's Ya Kun Kaya Toast! Awesome. I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're some pictures at La Nonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/lanonna_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/lanonna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="228" alt="" width="931" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/jase_card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.lanonna.sg/"&gt;http://www.lanonna.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for more details (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I go, please please please catch Nights in Rodanthe. It's such a&amp;nbsp;wonderful story, I cried like a baby. I never thought that I'd cry that hard over a movie in a movie theatre. Rather embarrassing, but it was worth it. The plot's just amazing. And the cast were so loving. And omg, the location of the shoot. The hotel by the sea. I'd love to be there some day and maybe pray to see the ponies and horses gallop pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, can I tell you once more, how cute Tiger is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at him! Awwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/tiger_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:9796</id>
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    <title>Back to the old school.</title>
    <published>2008-10-17T16:43:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-17T16:45:15Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="best friends"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A.S.S decided to take a step back from the present by showing up at our high school to surprise our teachers earlier today. (With lala disrupting my sleep at 9AM, but managed to fill me in with a whirlwind of dramatic stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our ever awesome chicken rice (price rose by 20cent, and lala made e saltiest soup EVER) with iced milo, iced soya bean (OMG. 30cents. I didn't know that you can buy anything below 50 cents anymore) and apple juice (sorry, really thirsty. Just too much to catch up on, you know?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great, reminising about the past, walking up and down the canteen like superstars (with kids looking at us as though we reminded them of aliens). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowding around the teachers' office, as usual -- waiting for Mrs Teng to entertain us. (Wait! Hang on. Wait ah..... Very busy... Result slips out today...... DA DA DA DA.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's good. Teachers' love us (AHEM). But we love them more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Wah! What're you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Us: To visit you, what else! - BIG WIDE GRIN-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: -smirks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. It was amazing, the bond we have with our teachers. At times like this, I really miss high school. Being the goody-two-shoes, juggling being a prefect, a band committee member and a leo secretary was tough. And speaking of which, I'm starting to miss Primary school. Dance and Drama. God, I miss dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. At least some things remain the same. My friendship with the girls have come a long way. We do have endless squabbles like some bitchy couple but at the end of the day, we're made perfect for each other. April's the big boss and hot mama of the group, lala with&amp;nbsp;her straight white sparkling teeth and the pillar of support and I'm.... well, let's just say that I'm pretty much the fairy little princess that can't seem to stop talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years. It's been 8 years. I guess this is forever. No, this is forever. I can still picture us sipping coffee/tea/juice over brunch at buddy's 10 years down the road. We're like Sex &amp;amp; the City, except that we're a trio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the good old days, the fabulous present and the positive future. I'm sure we'll go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my beautiful best friends. Stop stealing my limelight thanks. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/ASST/snaps03_015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/ASST/snaps03_019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/ASST/snaps03_026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/ASST/snaps03_028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/ASST/snaps03_029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blames the turn out of some of the pictures on April's shaky hands-&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:9694</id>
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    <title>School blues</title>
    <published>2008-10-16T04:03:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-16T04:04:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, my timetable sucks big time. Our trio (Except Nab who's majoring in Journalism) is officially separated from henceforth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it isn't that bad since I'm with Nat. I don't know how Rose is handling it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus world issues wasn't issued to me. DAMMIT. I really wanted it. Paid so much for school fees, why can't they let me take an extra subject -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to add subject on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the only piece of good news is that I've no classes on Fridays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy. Group projects' gonna be a huge problem. Let's just listen to what Yvonne says then:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Don't shoot yourself in the foot before you get a chance to see how it goes. Keep an open mind. &lt;font size="2"&gt;It's all about mindset change.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:9425</id>
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    <title>Mirror mirror on the wall.</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T12:32:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T12:32:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;All the rubbish that magazines put you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catering to the ladies, from fashion to hair and makeup stuff and whatever blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Excuse me, but where do we get all the money from?!&lt;br /&gt;#2 Do you seriously think we can fit into those puny little sizes?&lt;br /&gt;#3 Forget about tricking us into your &amp;quot;LOVE YOUR BODY&amp;quot; segment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello?! It's making us girls (or ME at least) feel so ..... what's that word again?...... so so... let's just make do with 'small'. Okay, Insignificant and undeveloped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. How do you love your body when all they (the media) ever portray are.. TALL, SLENDER, BEAUTIFUL models. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. I AM in the media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose like, WHAM! ten pounds gone! And go through some miracle surgey to lengthen my bones. And to restructure my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so superficial. But thats the way life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I need to start loving myself. Such a loser. (Hey, at least I know what's wrong with me)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:8738</id>
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    <title>Post-SIP</title>
    <published>2008-10-10T04:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T04:29:39Z</updated>
    <category term="project runway"/>
    <category term="freedom"/>
    <content type="html">Post-SIP depression is on the way to recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my REPORT! -inhale, exhale- (Well, sort of. Pre-editing that is) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hops around like a baby bunny. &lt;br /&gt;twirls around like a little princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call post-SIP FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM! -throws confetti- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of our 3 weeks worth of holiday I tell you. Whoever spends time doing report during their holiday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy happy. EXTREMELY happeeeeh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project runway was awesome yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designers have to create a 'Prom Dress'. How sweet. I never had prom. Will probably never experience what it is like to have prom, to doll up for prom, to be nominated for prom queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye y'all.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Work, Life, Relationships.</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T07:58:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T08:00:32Z</updated>
    <category term="assignments"/>
    <category term="books"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Trying to get away from the shitload of report I have to do. You know, I've been staring, and staring, and staring. And if I stare any more than I already have, I'm gonna have cocked eyes or something. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea where to start. First things first, I typed out all the headings, and when I reach page 12 (OMG, 12? Like whoever had the time to come up with so many pages of guidelines?!)&amp;nbsp;it's as though I just stepped into a whole new world again. It went back to No. 1 Accounting. WHOAT?! I thought No. 1 was PURPOSE?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's accounting? Is it? Or is it still purpose? WHAT THE HELL IS IT?&amp;nbsp;So where do I start?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think. brain. think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain says: fails to function. EJECT. EJECT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate those 'IF' questions. 'IF' means it didn't happen. So if it didn't happen, THEN WHY MUST I ANSWER?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIght? No? RIGHT. Am so right. But still have to do it anyway. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about this report or whatever it's called. Such horrible assignment, I'd rather work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally completed reading Marian Keyes: This Charming Man. The book so thick, I never thought I could finish reading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good. Stayed up til 2AM, reading it for hours and finally completed the last few parts this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-PAUSE- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need to finish it before I get started on my report you know? And how did I manage to finally get my arse off bed and start doing something about my report? Well, I had a dream. An awful one. About not being able to submit my report on time, and it wasn't even done up properly. HAHAHAHA. Who on earth have dreams like this? Okay, me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BACK FROM INTERVAL- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the book talks about one charming man (not so charming after all) and how he's connected to four very different women. He's a politician who's running for the current Ireland elections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story reveals the lives of this four different women, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lola, a stylist&amp;nbsp;trying to get over the man of her dreams, the love of her life who just well, ditched her. &lt;br /&gt;2. Grace, a journalist who's the power woman of the lot &lt;br /&gt;3. Marnie, Grace's twin sister. The alcoholic who refuses to admit that she is one. And her self esteem is so low, even I want to punch her face sometimes. Makes me just want to flip over her part of the story because I just can't stand how crazy she is. &lt;br /&gt;4. Alicia. B.I.T.C.H. That spells it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This four women have to eventually face one truth about this charming young man. A certain paddy de courcy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should read it. Kinda like reality; what these characters have to go through. Work, life, relationships.</content>
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    <title>Take me away.</title>
    <published>2008-10-05T13:53:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T13:56:57Z</updated>
    <category term="gigs"/>
    <lj:music>come back down - Lifehouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, Jason........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, TAKE ME !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Can't. afford. to. look. desperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Lifehouse's Gig at St James yesternight. Awesome band. Awful place. Like seriously. We didn't pay so much and queue for ages just to have our view blocked by the friggin bar. Like hello?! Why sell so many tickets when there obviously is a minimum capacity? I had to peep through little holes (durh. cuz I'm awfully short. And it doesnt help when I'm sick and oh-so-fragile (HAHAHA). My friend had to ask this tall guy: Excuse me, can you move aside a little, cuz my friend here is really short (points down to me). Gives big smile and say thank you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a miracle happened. Ting x2 's friend found a spot RIGHT IN FRONT of the stage. And we were smuggled in. AWESOME. Though the bloody speaker blocked my view. -.- But still, better than nothing, aye? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw Jason's ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the guitar solos. Like WHOAH. you know you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming about meeting them in person. Got my pictures and pen ready and all. HAHAHAHA. I know. I can't believe myself sometimes. The weird things I do. I was imagining myself taking pictures with Jason. How's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/festive/P1100232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/festive/P1100240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/festive/P1100235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/festive/P1100194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/festive/P1100170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/festive/P1100162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back please!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and finally, I cut my loooooooong shapeless hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;snip! snip! snip!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;stab! stab! stab!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wails and dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 INCHES gone. So now I have bangs and am trying to achieve katy perry/ alexis bledel's hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/P1100256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, A.S.S made headlines on print!! Catch a glimpse of it here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/PhotoFunia_4eef8.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:7936</id>
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    <title>Selamat Hari Raya.</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T04:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T04:23:14Z</updated>
    <category term="festive"/>
    <lj:music>Blind - Lifehouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Hari Raya was pretty much dreary.&amp;nbsp;Usually I'll&amp;nbsp;wake up early in the morning, go for&amp;nbsp;my raya prayers, come home and watch the telly while eating macs breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same this year, only I didn't insist on having my usual macs breakfast. weird. And the shows on telly didn't really hyped up my already non-festive mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No help at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled my ever-growling stomach with FROOT LOOPS with milk. I love colourful things. Though it didn't taste as good as koko crunch. Koko's still my best friend for breakfast. Koko's the LURVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise that I went back to sleep after reading for abit. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing though; I finally made use of the family car. Quite hilarious actually. Took forever to park the car at my god-ma's place. I used to be damn good at it okay! (when there were poles of course. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on! Give me some credit. I've a MANUAL car license hokay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm a hunch back. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luxury of having two mothers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two sets of parents who raised me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/family/P1100154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my cousin. It's so weird not&amp;nbsp;having her around during hari raya. And 3 years is a loooong time. Though she'll prolly earn helluvalot when she gets back with her law degree (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the fish that's about my age, just passed away last week. Sigh. My dad gave it to my god-pa to look after it when I was young. I guess it was too lonely and died of old age. That fish has quite a long life I must say. Feels weird not seeing it during raya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even fishes can have such an impact on me. Imagine that. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:7840</id>
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    <title>Hit the road, Jack!</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T03:26:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T03:26:20Z</updated>
    <category term="random"/>
    <content type="html">About time I do something about my license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just maybe... I can drive my girls to ECP this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't a girl dream? Studip.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:7473</id>
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    <title>A new beginning.</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T14:55:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T14:55:52Z</updated>
    <category term="goodbye"/>
    <lj:music>The Winner Takes It All - ABBA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. Yesterday marks the end of my internship. Endless messages were streaming in, &amp;quot; so how are you feeling?&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Congratulations!&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Remember to apply to ____ when you graduate!&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great at first you know? The sense of freedom; to know that I don't have to wake up at ungodly hours or stay in the office at ungodly hours. To run around in the hot sun or thunderstorm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was baking for hours on thursday night for my colleagues (3 dozen okay. Almost died of heatstroke). Strawberry, Blueberry and Oreo cookies cupcake (UN-China made). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was distributing the cupcakes and taking photos and all. Running up and down places to visit my ex-colleagues, ex boss and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that in return, I received a bag full of presents; from clothes to chocolates to pretty cards and a &amp;quot;lucky US note&amp;quot;. Surprisingly, I didn't cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I am now. It sucks pretty bad sometimes. I'm too used to holding back my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, it happened. After I said goodbye to the damn place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually miss it. I miss working. All the adrenalin rush, the investigative journalism, the filing of reports, even going for murder cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my colleagues. Especially my rsi colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sher, the sister at work. How I used to be her in house hairdresser. Mama Mel, who reminds me of April. Always taking care good care of me. Yvonne, the one who helps me with letter-writing and talks to me about fishes and plants. Jason, my canteen break buddy. A decade apart but looks my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now why didn't I accept the extension offer? Okay, I have a report to complete. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures now. Have absolutely no mood whatsoever to continue this entry. With the flu coming down so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to roller blade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/newsroom_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/thankyou_cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Some other random pictures, after staring at the beautiful sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1100032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it sucks to know that I'm not that important to some people after all. It's like a stab in the heart, lungs, face wherever.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Take a chill pill.</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T14:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T14:17:11Z</updated>
    <category term="random"/>
    <content type="html">Dear April,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but&amp;nbsp; I'm joining the convent. I think I realized it when your dog ran amok in your closet&amp;nbsp;and I saw you carve your initials into Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're Middle-class enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I'm returning the cut toenails to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I was interviewed by the Times about our friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat cake and die,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. April, tag it to lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&amp;rsquo;s what you do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear (friend), I don&amp;rsquo;t really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I&amp;rsquo;m sure you&amp;rsquo;re ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I&amp;rsquo;m returning ___8___ to you, but I&amp;rsquo;ll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue - Our romance is over &lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over &lt;br /&gt;White - I'm joining the convent &lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you &lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match &lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself &lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting &lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you &lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser &lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Which is your birth month? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;January - That night &lt;br /&gt;February - Last year &lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me &lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds &lt;br /&gt;May - First of May &lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me &lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up &lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the purple monkey &lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped &lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa &lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok &lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Which food do you prefer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment &lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car &lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago &lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus &lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada &lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet &lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton &lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing &lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation &lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital &lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance &lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What's the color of your socks? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on &lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult &lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore &lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out &lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on &lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into &lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off &lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on &lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate &lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off &lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on &lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend &lt;br /&gt;White - My father &lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton &lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon &lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffl&amp;eacute; &lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck &lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana &lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection &lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper &lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue &lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man &lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional &lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open &lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten &lt;br /&gt;Lost - High &lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred &lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly &lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic &lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic &lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile &lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class &lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your mood right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt &lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are &lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist &lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage &lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins &lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this. &lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east &lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks &lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change &lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster &lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men &lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed - That I'm open &lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;White - Your ring &lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters &lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster &lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone &lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions &lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA &lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth &lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book &lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs &lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons &lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails &lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo &lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks &lt;br /&gt;E/F &amp;ndash; My virginity &lt;br /&gt;G/H &amp;ndash; Your neighbour Martin &lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample &lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear &lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note &lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense &lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom &lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies &lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record &lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits &lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The last letter in your last name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A/B - Always will remember &lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget &lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break &lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked &lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before &lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about &lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about &lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about &lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about &lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of &lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget &lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without &lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship &lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility &lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone &lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo &lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building &lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse &lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations &lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash &lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism &lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war &lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thailand - Warm regards &lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards &lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail &lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself &lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards &lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease &lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn &lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy &lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard &lt;br /&gt;Egypt &amp;ndash; Eat cake and die&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain &lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fools_direction:7004</id>
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    <title>What lies ahead.</title>
    <published>2008-09-20T15:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T16:09:23Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Good evening y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to update for the longest time but I havent had time or perhaps I was too tired to switch on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad got an i-touch recently, so I've been meddling with it for abit. And that reminds me that i need a new mobile phone. GAH. For all the good reason okay. I must learn never to get a fashion phone. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, been spending my weeks out on investigative journalism and loitering around murder scenes all for work. Which has been quite an experience. From Geylang to Yishun. It's relatively quite exhilarating you know? I didn't get to see dead bodies though. A little disappointed but maybe&amp;nbsp;I would change my mind after seeing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great being a journalist. And speaking of which, I've 2 hot DHL air balloon ride tickets! Need to find time to go, maybe during the F1 night race. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the freebies you can get, just for media coverage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. One thing that keeps me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 4 more days now. Well, from Monday to Thursday. Am on off on Friday but will be heading back to work to distribute my love to all. HAH. I just put myself into deep shit. Baking for an entire newsroom is going to be a nightmare. But then again, I brought it upon myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love challenges, so it's not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, just some updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lynnette's birthday celebration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the poor birthday girl wait for so long due to some afternoon event I had to cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's good since we had fun during dinner and post-dinner/starbucks camwhoring session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep it short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette darling, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! It's been a blessing to be your friend. And remember, laughter is God's sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah_nette/nette_bdae20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah_nette/sarahnette-pizzahut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah_nette/sarahnette-bdae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah_nette/sarah-starbucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dinner with Henry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with henry recently for dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Haven't seen him for ages! Dinner was good, live band was around so it was double the fun (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations love, for getting into ocs. I'm sure you'll do fine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to invite&amp;nbsp;me as your dinner date after you're done with the awfully long training! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 534px; height: 782px" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarahenry/sarahenry-10sept.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Media Preview of Singapore River Festival&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a photography exhibition last week before heading off to the SRF media preview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small function at the Art House. Really cosy and all. Great photography from a kid my age. Imagine that. Really admire her. Pictures up on fb if you wanna see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRF was not too bad. Didn't get to eat the chicken wings which I was eyeing. The waiter/waitresses kept running away from me! I had one pathetic piece of eclairs in the end. Ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the event was the amazing boat ride that we went for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jason of course. It's great to attend media previews for fun rather than for work (because I'd have to rush back to the office to file a report). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we experienced two boat rides, one small cushion-y boat for business purposes and the bump boat (is that what it's called? the traditional one). What's best was that we had satay to keep us company&amp;nbsp;during our boat ride! AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, the perks of being in the media. What luxury. I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/RSI/P1090889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nick's farewell &amp;amp; Shereena's birthday at Holland V /Michael's pre-birthday party at MOS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was amazing. No pictures though. Okay, maybe one or two in mel/jason's camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a little get together and then dancing all night long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro room was great (except the few times when weird songs came up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go back to dancing full time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite surprising that my feet didn't ache when I got up today, after dancing on insane-ly 3inch or so heels yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I went for ice-skating the other day. Good sport. Of which, my colleagues and his friends were talking about their mt kinabalu expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm giving it serious thought. Probably head out for the expedition myself, next April (: Any takers? &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Come back soon, cousin.</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T14:42:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T14:43:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's gonna leave this wonderful home (or so) tomorrow to further her studies in the UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I'm gonna handle this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit has been happening to me at work these days. I have no idea why fate is doing this to me during my last few days at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm going to miss my cousin so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm already missing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is shit. I'm about to cry now, just typing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahira, DHL/FEDEX me over pwease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya is going to be so quiet/ lonely/ boring this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all, I haven't bought new baju kurung and I don't intend to.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>On a monday morning</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T04:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T04:52:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Once again I've a weekday off. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm not used to it. Everyone's bloody working (though I could always get my lazy ass off my chair and hop down to vivo to meet mel) and I'm bored to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. I guess I could always continue reading my dictionary-like book. Something my dad still can't understand how I can read such a thick book. Seriously, you should see it. Not to mention that it's heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it. Makes me feel intellectual. HAHA. No really. Marian Keyes books are great. Need to stock up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on 2 days medical leave last week. So unlike me but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I'm all better now but (see there's always a but) my body's aching everywhere. Need to get back on my jogging scheme. Where did that energy and enthusiasm run to anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is going to be so so so pointless and I have shahira to blame cuz she bailed out on me. We were supposed to be having fun at the salvation army now! depressing depressing. What a way to spend my off day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended some parent matchmaking event yesterday. Was pretty cool and all. Weird how all these singles are really professional working people and are not to bad looking themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes doing too much isn't gonna help. It's only natural to be rebellious. So why not leave it up to fate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't look at me like that. I don't know how that works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you just wait and wait and wait and wait til the cows come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better write up what I'm supposed to before I forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people.</content>
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    <title>Blast from the past.</title>
    <published>2008-09-02T08:13:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T08:19:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been absent for so long! Did you miss me? Did you miss me huh? huh huh huh???? Did you miss me?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog about really. Apart from being awfully busy with work and work and more work, and possibly attended a movie preview or two and little hangout sessions with the best friends, nothing much happened in my dreaded life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, september is finally here. The last month of my internship. Which spells AWESOME and AWESOME once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this to end. All the transport fares is driving me nuts. I'm broke to the point of no return. And did I mention that MY PAY ISN'T IN YET?! wtf. Not to mention my nearly 400 bucks worth of claims. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peekture time! It always helps when you have no have absolutely nothing to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cover the Lornie Viaduct Opening Ceremony two weeks ago and we're possibly the first and the last ones to stroll along the flyover by foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite cool and all. There were classic popcorn machines, girls clad in their checkered aprons giving out apples from their little baskets and at the end there was a roller blading performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/work/P1090620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with lala and ty for prata and apple strudel that night and it was heartwarming as usual. Helps to keep you sane from all that work, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad april was away; busy sipping champagn at a colleagues birthday bash. (AM NOT JEALOUS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 580px; height: 614px" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/ASST/ritzapplestrudel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a makeover recently, all for good fun. (With freeeee goodies. Ah, typical Singaporean.) Though kinda depressing with all those tall and beautiful girls. But as I said, it was all for good fun. So I had to bear with it. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though&amp;nbsp;I looked really awkward; long straight hair really looks kinda flat on my round face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I had fun (: The makeup artist and hairdresser were both really sweet. You don't get compliments that often so all's good. But then again, maybe they say it to everyone. Let's just be positive lah huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Don't try to frame me with this photo, I tell you. Oh and don't you love my geeky glasses? (It blocks my vision though. All in the name of vanity. TSK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/sarah-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/P1090727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/P1090658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/P1090664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to the end of the world, god knows where for a baby's 1 month anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny little baby was SLEEPING. So thank god for this other 5 month old baby,&amp;nbsp;ty and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;had a little bit of entertainment. She's so adorable; so fat and it's as though she&amp;nbsp;feeds on a saliva machine or something. She kept drooling and putting her hand in her mouth. You know, I really don't think I can handle babies or kids. I'd just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/baby%20shower/P1090773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 606px; height: 172px" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/baby%20shower/babyclothes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/baby%20shower/babiesgalore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 594px; height: 764px" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/baby%20shower/babygalore2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 561px; height: 470px" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/baby%20shower/sarahbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/baby%20shower/sarahty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have to show this to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k461/fools-direction/sarah/shahirasarah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AREN'T WE ADORABLE?! Shahira looks like a soccer ball. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I just look annoying-ly cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.</content>
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    <title>Penniless</title>
    <published>2008-08-16T14:29:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-16T14:29:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been terribly busy this week. Well, not really busy busy but I've been travelling every other day, up and down places doing the usual reporting stints.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just managed to do up my claims last thursday and why am I not surprised that my cab fare amounted up to nearly 200 friggin bucks in just 2 weeks. And mind you, I didn't go out for 2 full weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best, is that the claims take 3 weeks to process. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a really good girl lately, finally deciding to fast. And I've been avoiding eating/drinking/doing things that I'm not supposed to do. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't seem to stop buying sweet stuff. And poor ethan (mr guo) had to buy that cute little, okay not so little bottle of jelly beans because I couldn't stop staring at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day I've to inject tons of medication into my body because of this, I can only say I deserve it. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was our 2nd on campus session for SIP. Which means 6 more weeks till my internship officially ends. I was told of some part time job over at mediacorp which apparently pays really well. But then again, they want a long term part timer so I don't think I'm up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a handful had their SIP extended and I'm somewhat envious of them. Well, it means that they're doing very well and are sought after right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, if RSI is still alive and kicking, I'll prolly extend my SIP period as well. Why not, when I get to produce and voice over programmes and go on air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our wonderful top student, that sweet sweet cailin was awarded a scholarship recently. So, congratulations love. Though, you'll prolly never read this anyway. (;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wish I can get a scholarship myself. I desperately need to stay in the directors' honours list next year. And of course, attain another pass with commendation with my current station, though highly impossible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I'm not sure if I should carry on with political science anymore. I mean, what if I don't get to where I want to be in the end?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast journalism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, nothing's impossible. But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some IQ implants or something. Like an overnight talent/genuis or somesort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I attended the NISSAN car launch. The 'crossover' as they say; some SUV with Hatchback functions. You know, I should start bringing my camera everywhere I go now. I never know when I'll get sent out for such events and when you're there you meet so many people, you get great food and da da da.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could test drive it, if it wasn't for the location. Some grass patch in the middle of the CBD area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vice president for the product whatever you call that department, was really nice. Asking me to go take a look and test it out and all. But you see, SO MANY people were crowding over the car!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat at my little media corner and socialized alittle before going back to office at an ungodly hour. Okay, I'm exaggerating.&amp;nbsp;Still, whoever goes back to the office at 8pm? Oh yeah. Media people. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working tomorrow. I'm working tomorrow. I'M WORKING TOMORROW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday. I can't wait for Wednesday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I love to see the word 'OFF' on my schedule now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and and, Popeye's isn't THAT good. I personally think that KFC's loads better. Right nab?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that I just spent... let's just say ALOT on&amp;nbsp;F21 accessories/sunglasses? That I'm so broke now and that this is only the first spree I participated in. Rose is such&amp;nbsp; a devil, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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