<?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-998199664288358756</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:07:02.980-08:00</updated><category term='I will miss my friends'/><category term='exam sucks(especially the part when we get back results)Our mothers would nag and nag'/><category term='you will never hear the end.'/><title type='text'>Just live.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-5391378689272196206</id><published>2012-01-09T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:57:05.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Don't u think facebook is pathetic? Before u defend it, hear me out. Just to make it clear, I go to facebook at least once a day, and it becomes a habit. But ask urself, without it can u survive, without it what major thing would happen? The ans is nothing much. Without it life goes on. Yes, it helps as a communication tool for lots of stuff but it also wastes a lot of our time, where we see photos, update statuses and look at other's one. In reality, why do u care what they do? And vice versa why should ppl care what u do? U hear ppl complaining about so much stuff on it, and I always think: If u have the time to tell everyone about what ur not happy with, u might as well take that time to go do something. GO! My father once said to me," If u have spent half of the time u spent on facebook, just half, u would have topped the class!" I think it makes sense, because I know myself. If I do not use it, I would probaly do better, maybe not top the class but do better. I know it's difficult to break the habit, but I will try my best because it does me more harm then good. I will check for important updates though.A quote before signing off:‎'One of the great uses of Facebook n twitter on the day of judgement will be to show that our lack of prayer was not due to lack of time'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-5391378689272196206?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5391378689272196206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5391378689272196206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5391378689272196206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-2958436073777548763</id><published>2012-01-09T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:48:04.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I living?</title><content type='html'>Based on my previous post, I do realise something. I feel that I have never lived. All I do is wake up, eat, go to school, watch tv, check fb, do hw, bathe, sleep. Does that sound like a life to u? Cos too me it's this feeling like ur worthless. I hate myself for that,it's like I'm sick and tired of this kind of life. Based on a speaker, this is because we were born to have this feeling in us, this emptiness, that can only be filled when we're with God. That's true. Only when I'm with God, whether in church or in prayers or when His in my ears an i confidently said I have lived. Only then am I truly human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-2958436073777548763?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/2958436073777548763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2958436073777548763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2958436073777548763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-living.html' title='Am I living?'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-8049620126890635638</id><published>2012-01-09T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:43:15.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>I'm really late with this post so I'll set some new year resolutions which I probaly would not fulfil! Anyways, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;1) I will lose weight&lt;br /&gt;2)I will learn the guitar&lt;br /&gt;3) I will grow closer to God&lt;br /&gt;4) I will do well in school aiming for a GPA of 3.7&lt;br /&gt;5) I will stop being a lazy pig and procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;6) I will do sports&lt;br /&gt;7) I will not hate myself&lt;br /&gt;I do hate myself because I have this emptiness inside of me, no matter what I do,it just temporarily makes me forget it, but when everything stops, it comes back and I hate myself all over again. It shows me that I have wasted my life doing useless stuff. ‎'Babies get hungry therefore there must be such thing as food. Dogs like to swim therefore there must be such thing as water. Humans have sexual desire therefore there much be such thing as sex. And if I find in myself a desire that cannot satisfy. The most probable explanation is that I was made for another world'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-8049620126890635638?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8049620126890635638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/8049620126890635638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/8049620126890635638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-2808074741652520735</id><published>2011-12-13T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:44:37.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp!!</title><content type='html'>I came back from camp on the 10th and I had no internet connection there which I think is great! Gives me time and space so that I can fully concentrate on God!I'm just gonna update on a few stuff that happened during the camp(or maybe one):&lt;br /&gt;The campers there were split into 6 groups--love,peace,life,light,faith and last but not least my group, TRUTH!!!We also had 1 leader and 2 assistant leader. My leader was a super nice guy but he had to go back home because he was not feeling well on the first night:( So one of my team members, took over being the leader. Now this guy, is also super nice and added on he's super high and enthu! Let's just name him N. He was really very crazy and funny during games and other activites, so when I found out he was the uncle of my very good friend, and that he was the one who had depression, it really shocked me! Like really shocked me and I was also devastated.It's because he is in the same school as me, I mean somewhat my future school, haiz...it's confusing. I think that he had depression because of that school, it being too competitive and tiring perhaps. I checked with my good friend and she confirmed it. Being in the same school as him I feel so sad, and I don't even know where the sadness comes from. Maybe it's cos he's such a nice, kind, fun and enthu person and imagining him as a depressed person just makes my heart break. I just can't imagine it. I feel that it is somehow my fault because I am related to the&lt;br /&gt;school. I m beginning to doubt whether I can take the pressure from the school. I don't know whether it's gonna be good for me, I mean someone as cheerful as him can be so stressed to the point of depression. Can I pull through? Dear heavenly father, please help me, help me alleviate these thoughts and sadness.In Jesus most precious name, I pray. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-2808074741652520735?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/2808074741652520735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/12/camp_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2808074741652520735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2808074741652520735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/12/camp_13.html' title='Camp!!'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-5717372206257247249</id><published>2011-12-04T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T06:43:11.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow going to church youth camp in malaysia. It's a camp only for teens which means no adults! I remembered enjoying it last yr so hope this yr is fun too! They are ppl who did no go last yr that are going now. They're my age! Although I think that'll be cool but I think it'll be kinda tiring to go everywhere as a group! Many of those who went last yr are not coming this yr:( I just want to have fun there, rediscover and reevaluate myself and also to learn more bout God! I hope everyone whether in Sg or camp will stay safe! I'll miss my home, parents, brother and maid!Hope they miss me tooXD Nah jk hope they dun miss me too much! Signing off from Singapore!xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-5717372206257247249?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5717372206257247249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/12/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5717372206257247249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5717372206257247249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/12/camp.html' title='Camp!'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-5765330814098957372</id><published>2011-12-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T06:29:10.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People?</title><content type='html'>It's so scary and disturbing that u can nvr fully understand someone. There's loads of fake people in the world and they may be around u. U nvr know whether the person is truly good to u, care bout u. For all u know it's all an act. Some people are obviously fake but those aren't that scary cos u know to steer away from them and not to believe what they say. Those who seems super nice on the outside and are seemingly close to u, those are the scariest. What if they don't treat u as a friend and u treat them as ur good one? I know I seem paranoid but it's just a random though I cannot seem to shake off. How do u know ppl are treating u well? There's no sure method. And only God knows. I guess sincerity and love can only be felt using the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-5765330814098957372?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5765330814098957372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/12/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5765330814098957372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5765330814098957372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/12/people.html' title='People?'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-1470596200577216386</id><published>2011-11-20T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:19:18.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Throne of God Above by Selah</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_xUK2Dx5RkY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-1470596200577216386?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1470596200577216386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-throne-of-god-above-by-selah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1470596200577216386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1470596200577216386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-throne-of-god-above-by-selah.html' title='Before the Throne of God Above by Selah'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_xUK2Dx5RkY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-3168928831467043783</id><published>2011-11-20T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:08:17.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can I do?</title><content type='html'>Haiz... my parents are currently quarrelling:( My mum is super upset, and i think she's going to breakdown soon:( I don't know what I can do. My dad is as cool as cucumber while my mum is trying to communicate with him but he just blows her off and that makes my mum even more upset. Then my mum has no one to tell her troubles to, other than me cos my bro too young and immature. I want to help but I don't want to sit there seeing her cry and being able to do nth about it. I really dunno the full story but I think I'll side with my mum cos I know that they have been quarrelling and that my mum is always the one getting upset. I feel so helpless. What can i do? I'm only a kid. and Although i know that my mum only has me to tell he troubles to but hearing all this make me feel so frustrated and helpless.So for know, the only think I can do is pray. Pray to the heavenly father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-3168928831467043783?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3168928831467043783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-can-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/3168928831467043783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/3168928831467043783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-can-i-do.html' title='what can I do?'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-9068953925374746550</id><published>2011-11-14T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:56:42.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Y's house. I realised that we can get along but they still don't think like me or understand what I am saying. I still feel like I can't fully be myself with them. This would probaly be our last meeting because x is going overseas soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-9068953925374746550?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/9068953925374746550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-i-went-to-ys-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/9068953925374746550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/9068953925374746550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-i-went-to-ys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-7203705528068580872</id><published>2011-11-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:56:30.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh! I'm super frustrated! I have like these 2 friends, they are nice and all but we just don't click together, whereas J, T and Y the good friends I mentioned in my earlier post, we have this bond and I feel like myself around them. Let's just call these 2 friends x and y... they are fun to be with but they are just too different from me so I don't feel comfortable around them. They are kinda ego, a lil' stubborn, vain? And in a way, high maintanence. I can't help feeling pressurised. Hmmm... maybe because they have a lot of money and spoilt? Haiz, so I don't know what to do:( I just don't feel like I'm treating them like how a real friend should. I know that they treat me as a real friend and are good to me, often asking me what I want, and they understand me when I say stuff that is complicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x understands the random stuff I say&lt;br /&gt;She is nice&lt;br /&gt;She is cool&lt;br /&gt;She is smart&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to have fun&lt;br /&gt;She is stubborn&lt;br /&gt;She is ego&lt;br /&gt;She can be desperate&lt;br /&gt;She is insane&lt;br /&gt;I love her&lt;br /&gt;But at times&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y is thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;She is kind&lt;br /&gt;She is nice&lt;br /&gt;She treasures her friends&lt;br /&gt;She is smart&lt;br /&gt;She listens&lt;br /&gt;And tries to undersand&lt;br /&gt;She is vain&lt;br /&gt;She is spoilt&lt;br /&gt;She does not understand how &lt;br /&gt;Fortunate she is&lt;br /&gt;She does not like people to be angry&lt;br /&gt;So she uses a lot of &lt;br /&gt;"chills"&lt;br /&gt;She is an awesome friend&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it kinda appears as&lt;br /&gt;Bribing?&lt;br /&gt;Or desperate?&lt;br /&gt;But I understand&lt;br /&gt;That she is afraid to lose&lt;br /&gt;Her friends&lt;br /&gt;She is insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final question to ask myself&lt;br /&gt;"Friends?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-7203705528068580872?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/7203705528068580872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/7203705528068580872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/7203705528068580872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends_13.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-4529378733083976434</id><published>2011-11-10T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:02:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realising</title><content type='html'>I still love to watch dramas but I'm beginning to know that life isn't only about watching dramas or videos. There's still so much things out there to experience! My friends want me to hang out with them. I want to because every time it's with people I have not seen for a long time or want to get to know better. But it gets tiring after a while. Because some of them are just totally different from me. It is kinda difficult to get along cos I feel a bit  pressurised and uneasy. But I love my friends! And sometimes I just want to laze around the house, not wanting to go out. It takes time, money, and energy. And to be honest, I'm not really enjoying myself or being happy when I go out at times. But I know that if I don't try going out with different people, doing different things then I might never enjoy myself. I will have to learn how to get along with people who are different from me someday, so I should start now. So I realised that stepping out of my comfort zone, doing things that I never thought I would do in my entire life, that's what life's about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-4529378733083976434?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4529378733083976434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/realising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/4529378733083976434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/4529378733083976434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/realising.html' title='Realising'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-4376556166702792187</id><published>2011-11-10T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:51:07.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Today, I had friends over to my place. We ate, watched movies and ate even more!XD It was nice to hang out with them!I'm gonna write lil' poems bout them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's cool.&lt;br /&gt;She's calm and fun&lt;br /&gt;My human blog&lt;br /&gt;She listens to my troubles&lt;br /&gt;And gives me actual advice&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker I call her&lt;br /&gt;Represented by a four leaf clover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y's fun&lt;br /&gt;This person who I can hang out with&lt;br /&gt;She's lame&lt;br /&gt;And sarcastic at times&lt;br /&gt;But I like lame and sarcastic people.&lt;br /&gt;She's the most "normal"&lt;br /&gt;In the sense that she's not this&lt;br /&gt;Calm dude or this crazy one&lt;br /&gt;She's just herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T's this really funky gal&lt;br /&gt;With awesome fashion&lt;br /&gt;And cute art doodles.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention crazy too&lt;br /&gt;But crazy brings laughter to people&lt;br /&gt;and I love laughter!&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter is contagious&lt;br /&gt;And so is she!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are awesome&lt;br /&gt;I like them for very different reasons&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately&lt;br /&gt;We are the best together&lt;br /&gt;One for all and all for one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-4376556166702792187?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4376556166702792187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/4376556166702792187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/4376556166702792187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-1438186393337530844</id><published>2011-11-09T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:21:11.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>Actually recently I have serious doubts about understanding myself. After all the person that is the hardest to understand is yourself.Give for example I always thought I was this gracious, cool person. But for some weird reason, this year my behaviour changed but I don't know whether this is because of my environment or just my true colours. Hmmm... It's like I always thought I was gracious but I cannot help envying and being jealous of someone with things I want. I always dismiss the thoughts when I think of it and be a little disgusted and angry at myself for even thinking that. So I really don't know what is my real personality and what is it that I want myself to be. Another example was: Starting this year for some unknown reason, I keep getting pissed at small things and people and No it is not PMS...Actually pissed is not the right word it should be annoyed or irritated but it always comes out as me saying that I'm pissed. The thing is that I continuously grumble about stuff that irritates me to my friends. I don't think that that is nice of me but I don't know how to change. I used to be this really cool person and although I got angry then it wasn't over minor details but over stuff that I feel strongly about but now... so I do not know what my real personality is. It might have been that all those years before was me suppressing my emotions while this year, I announce my feelings to my friends(Probaly overly much). It is kinda freaky to be so confused by my actions, but that's life! I'll live through it and find a way:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-1438186393337530844?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1438186393337530844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1438186393337530844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1438186393337530844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-2229733924778920061</id><published>2011-11-09T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:05:40.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture the moment~</title><content type='html'>Has been so long since I updated because of the exams and me being lazy:P I'll try my best and give a post a day or more staring now!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All has changed&lt;br /&gt;I feel it&lt;br /&gt;My way of seeing things&lt;br /&gt;My way of doing things&lt;br /&gt;My way of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I would&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all right&lt;br /&gt;Good try&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;As compared to the rubbish before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to like my school&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;It's tough&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring&lt;br /&gt;And yes&lt;br /&gt;It's fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at photos&lt;br /&gt;I feel old&lt;br /&gt;And nostalgia washes over me&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at the epicness&lt;br /&gt;and the ugly candid shots&lt;br /&gt;This is what's great in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always cherish the moment&lt;br /&gt;No matter how painful&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tiring&lt;br /&gt;Because ten years down the road&lt;br /&gt;Everything would seem like a HUGE joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish THIS moment&lt;br /&gt;Because once it's gone&lt;br /&gt;It's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-2229733924778920061?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/2229733924778920061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/capture-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2229733924778920061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2229733924778920061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/11/capture-moment.html' title='Capture the moment~'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-3735326220658434511</id><published>2011-08-09T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:45:27.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy national day Singapore!!! I &lt;3 u! And i would like to give a shout-out to the awesomest Google who dedicated the design of the logo to Singapore!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-3735326220658434511?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3735326220658434511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-national-day-singapore-i-3-u-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/3735326220658434511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/3735326220658434511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-national-day-singapore-i-3-u-and.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-985987908299611758</id><published>2011-08-09T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:44:24.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to hate my school. At least that was what i thought but no. I just realised I don't hate my school, I hate myself. I used to complain about the heavy load of work and the boring CCA and many many other stuff. But only now do I know that it is only a lot because I don't manage my time and push it all to the last minute. That is sad. Only now do I really learn and appreciate my school. My school is cool and fulfilling i gotta say. And i was reminded yet again becaus of national day celebrations. I spent last yr at this same school. Then, I felt it a bit awkward that the pupils were so "open". But now i noe that that is the united spirit. And that we are very bonded. I felt truly happy singing along to the national day songs with my friends and just going crazy! I love that feeling! I'll treasure these memories with me forever~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-985987908299611758?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/985987908299611758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-used-to-hate-my-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/985987908299611758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/985987908299611758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-used-to-hate-my-school.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-1780438629955397516</id><published>2011-07-16T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:06:20.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I act as if i don't care&lt;br /&gt;about grades or life&lt;br /&gt;or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. &lt;br /&gt;I am selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I want everything &lt;br /&gt;to go as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go around telling people&lt;br /&gt;even those who hurt themself&lt;br /&gt;that life is okay.&lt;br /&gt;And that we should not care too much.&lt;br /&gt;I mean every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Do well&lt;br /&gt;with my own efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to manage myself &lt;br /&gt;manage time&lt;br /&gt;manage life&lt;br /&gt;and get the grades I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth,&lt;br /&gt;I have never worked hard.&lt;br /&gt;I have never tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to try &lt;br /&gt;and see what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-1780438629955397516?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1780438629955397516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-act-as-if-i-dont-care-about-grades-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1780438629955397516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1780438629955397516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-act-as-if-i-dont-care-about-grades-or.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-91777617425244946</id><published>2011-07-16T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:00:11.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's actually kinda comforting to know that i can pour out my feelings by typing in this blog. Since, ur not really commercialised or whatever, it's kinda this private and special bond. Sharing my fellings with not only u but also God.For He will always be there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-91777617425244946?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/91777617425244946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-actually-kinda-comforting-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/91777617425244946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/91777617425244946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-actually-kinda-comforting-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-777182967657606094</id><published>2011-07-16T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:57:38.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what I am doing anymore.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I am doing anymore&lt;br /&gt;playing around&lt;br /&gt;never getting a thing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;I go to school everyday&lt;br /&gt;making jokes&lt;br /&gt;laugh and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that happy. &lt;br /&gt;I watch dramas.&lt;br /&gt;I fool around.&lt;br /&gt;I waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's being dwindled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I seem to discipline myself?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be tame&lt;br /&gt;like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to study&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everything to go back,&lt;br /&gt;when I was IN CHARGE&lt;br /&gt;when I chose what I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's in the past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-777182967657606094?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/777182967657606094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-what-i-am-doing-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/777182967657606094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/777182967657606094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-what-i-am-doing-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I am doing anymore.'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-1612061919971524498</id><published>2011-06-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:58:30.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finished 2 dramas over the hols alr... Playful kiss which was overall rilly nice but lacking in details which the Taiwanese version provided but honestly, despite what ppl said i watched it and was almost bored to death but 2 was cute:)The other drama is My princess. The plot is typical ur-average-girl-turning-into princess plot but the LOVE was sooo kawaii:D and they had great chemistry!Planning to watch Great teacher onizawa, fated to love you, god of study, secret garden, my girlfriend is a guminho and many more. but I probaly can't watch that much or else i wouln't manage to study at all. But i'm pretty proud of myself that i did manage to study amidst the drama craze:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-1612061919971524498?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1612061919971524498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-finished-2-dramas-over-hols-alr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1612061919971524498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/1612061919971524498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-finished-2-dramas-over-hols-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-5443804021397623907</id><published>2011-06-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:52:03.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back:)June hols mugging now:P Taking up japanese is a lot of work. I wanted to study jap during the june hols but i juz can't seem to. I feel like quitting but i hate to give up without really trying. So...yeah i will try:/and sec school life is difficult so diff from pri sch. I could slack then play all i wanted but now i can't and not to mention no tui:'(. So i have many nice friends here but somehow i feel it's superficial i mean not that they aren't my real friends but i feel that I'm not who I am when I'm with them. Not fake. Just different. I liked myself better when I was in pri sch. Hmmm... i guess i'll work on showing more of myself. Here, I'm juz showing who I am on the outside but not the inside. And I've juz watched kungfu panda 2 and Pirates of the carribean: On stranger tides. Po was so cute:D But the show was average. I liked the first one better wif all the dumplings and allXD I'll give it a...6.5/10? and for pirates of the carribean it was really sweet as in the couples...8.5/10:)And i wanna watch X-men and super 8 soon:) Heard that they were damn gd:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-5443804021397623907?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/5443804021397623907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-backjune-hols-mugging-nowp-taking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5443804021397623907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/5443804021397623907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-backjune-hols-mugging-nowp-taking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-67148419306818384</id><published>2010-05-29T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T08:39:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June holidays</title><content type='html'>Finally the June holidays are coming but not for us P6!We have to go back to school for the first week of school. I need to study though-wonder if i could watch dramas and study at the same time.Haiz PSLE is like months away, no more time to slack but who wants to study? Kk will try to try my best.&lt;br /&gt;      P.S. I would also like to thank a cleaner from GV Bishan whoever u are. THANK YOU for returning my handphone to me. I really appreciate it. I was too careless and left my handphone on the seat.&lt;br /&gt;      P.S.S i also found two great places to eat-Sakae Teppanyaki and Vines reataurant.There was a chef that would cook in front of us. The experience that was different was great.My Dad ordered us the lobster set. It was delectable and the price was also quite reasonable. AS for the Vines restaurant, they sold cheap and good food. The barbecued steak was quite delicious and the pork ribs was juicy.Loved it. But the desert which was cheesecake was ok juz that it was too hard.&lt;br /&gt;                                                kk that's all for now.:)&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Signing off, Beatrice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-67148419306818384?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/67148419306818384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2010/05/june-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/67148419306818384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/67148419306818384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2010/05/june-holidays.html' title='June holidays'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-439942650056247544</id><published>2010-01-02T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:30:12.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are almost over...</title><content type='html'>I am really not looking forward to the re-opening of school...cause of some reasons but at the same time i do want to go to school i do want to see my friends.I feel stupid and helpless cause i wasted my whole holiday juz sitting infront of the com watching dramas...and believe me thats not a good feeling.PSLE is next year and to tell u the truth i rather go tuitions than studying.I'm juz not used to it.Since young till now i have never studied normally other than 1-2 weeks before the exam.I rely on tuition everytime and usually it works but PSLE is a BIG exam;deciding the next 4 years of my life.I cannot juz sit still and stare at books.I am restless.I will force myself.Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-439942650056247544?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/439942650056247544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-are-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/439942650056247544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/439942650056247544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-are-almost-over.html' title='Holidays are almost over...'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-8367005008963890682</id><published>2009-11-06T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:23:26.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SA2 results</title><content type='html'>haiz...once exam is over i had to be tortured with the marks...&lt;br /&gt;English:80/95&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:76/90&lt;br /&gt;Higher chinese:not confirmed&lt;br /&gt;Math:87/100&lt;br /&gt;Science:87.5/100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-8367005008963890682?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/8367005008963890682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/11/sa2-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/8367005008963890682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/8367005008963890682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-3149272768400322497</id><published>2009-06-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:38:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp is over,fun is here</title><content type='html'>Just came back from camp! So tired!My Mum allowed me to sleep in that I had skipped my tuition!My face aches alot I am covered in sunburn!I miss camp alot especially the trainers there and my good friends whom I will not be able to see for a month!!!!!!!!!!!!!Through camp I overcame my fear of heights(not)but it was fun.real fun.I got to spent 3 days with my friends.luckily after that I am going to relax! My mum allowed me to watch "Night of the museum " with megan at GV. I will also be going to watch with Teri "Hannah Montana:Movie"!!!!!!!!!!!!Can't wait so excited!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-3149272768400322497?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/3149272768400322497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-is-overfun-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/3149272768400322497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/3149272768400322497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-is-overfun-is-here.html' title='camp is over,fun is here'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-7735762087617510307</id><published>2009-06-01T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:31:25.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results:(</title><content type='html'>got my results!v.happy (not including science!):&lt;br /&gt;English:87/95&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:79/90&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese:44/60&lt;br /&gt;Maths:93/100&lt;br /&gt;Science:73.5/100&lt;br /&gt;so happy ,exams finally over can relax the whole day!Can watch movie and 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上选下旋 懂得伪装&lt;br /&gt;横拍竖拍 自由转换&lt;br /&gt;弧圈削转 变化自然&lt;br /&gt;小小乒乓 硝烟弥漫&lt;br /&gt;正手发球属于我礼貌的开场&lt;br /&gt;我用微笑回应你傲慢的眼光&lt;br /&gt;伺机强攻 要让你猝不及防&lt;br /&gt;每一场仗 我都要赢得漂亮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乒乒乓乓&lt;br /&gt;我不去管对方有多强&lt;br /&gt;坚持的人才会发光忙&lt;br /&gt;只有自己才是自己的裁判&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乒乒乓乓&lt;br /&gt;生活不只输赢那么简单&lt;br /&gt;不要一味 横冲直撞&lt;br /&gt;要懂得原谅 学会谦让&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虚荣的骄傲&lt;br /&gt;我不会稀罕&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-1292238929630799658?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/1292238929630799658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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(HQ)'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-930965169706297720</id><published>2009-03-19T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:43:28.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Taylor Swift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4vjs37JAjg/Sb5o_Vs6DMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/chM_HhcyusE/s1600-h/Taylor+Swift+-+Fearless+(Front).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4vjs37JAjg/Sb5o_Vs6DMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/chM_HhcyusE/s320/Taylor+Swift+-+Fearless+(Front).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313800047710309570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4vjs37JAjg/Sb5oo-7rCwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/W7iwMkNlq98/s1600-h/00+-Taylor+Swift-+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4vjs37JAjg/Sb5oo-7rCwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/W7iwMkNlq98/s320/00+-Taylor+Swift-+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313799663641103106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-930965169706297720?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/930965169706297720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-taylor-swift_19.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-7751496439241050121</id><published>2009-03-19T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:42:35.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift-teardrops on my guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b57b6410f0cdc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-4584943863382767810</id><published>2009-03-19T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:39:25.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor swift-love story(with lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89cd458460d43f02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89cd458460d43f02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331914357%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22912FFD7D7330DF7475B8DAB1B3F0CBA0167A0D.51F7FB3E1591F2E6F3F678024D7D306CE745D50D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89cd458460d43f02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPc2cJ3BJQckDUL7U3TxwelEZAVU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89cd458460d43f02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331914357%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22912FFD7D7330DF7475B8DAB1B3F0CBA0167A0D.51F7FB3E1591F2E6F3F678024D7D306CE745D50D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89cd458460d43f02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPc2cJ3BJQckDUL7U3TxwelEZAVU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;  We were both young when I first saw you. I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the flashback starts I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.&lt;br /&gt;  See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns,  see you make your way through the crowd and say hello. Little did I know,that you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles, and my daddy said,"stay away from Juliet."And I was crying on the staircase, begging you please don't go.And I said&lt;br /&gt;  Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run.You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,it's a love story,baby just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;  So, I sneak out to the garden to see you we keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew.So close your eyes,escape this town for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh Oh Oh &lt;br /&gt;   Cause you were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter,and my daddy said,"Stay away from Juliet."But you were everything to me,I was begging you, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;  And I said Romeo,take me somewhere we can be alone, I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,It's a love story, baby, just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, save me,they try to tell me how to feel,this love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess,it's a love story,baby, just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;  I got tired of waiting,wondering if you were ever coming around,my faith in you was fading,when I met you on the outskirts of town.And I said Romeo,save me,I've been feeling so alone.I keep waiting for you, but you never come,is this in my head,I don't know what to think:&lt;br /&gt;  He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring,and said,"Marry me,Juliet,you'll never have to be alone,I love you,and that's all I really know.I talked to your dad,go pick out a white dress. It's a love story,baby,just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause we were both young when I first saw you@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-4584943863382767810?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/4584943863382767810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-swift-love-storywith-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/4584943863382767810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/4584943863382767810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Finally...... Although school is fun, I can now relax after the recent CA1 exam! I will miss my friends but I would welcome the March holidays as we!I will go to Escape Theme Park,Sentosa(maybe!!!)etc.and many more!!! I wish the readers of my blog a happy March holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-311277312053003984?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/311277312053003984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-holidays-are-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/311277312053003984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/311277312053003984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-holidays-are-finally-here.html' title='March Holidays are finally here!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998199664288358756.post-2219820521027481503</id><published>2009-03-11T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:11:26.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam sucks(especially the part when we get back results)Our mothers would nag and nag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you will never hear the end.'/><title type='text'>EXAM RESULTS</title><content type='html'>AAGH.........EXAM RESULTS!This time of the year again. I have just started P5 and the exam papers were real hard. This is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English-76.5/100&lt;br /&gt;Maths-86.5/100&lt;br /&gt;Science-89.5/100(so close to getting my A*)&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese-47/60&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-78/90&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998199664288358756-2219820521027481503?l=beatrice-rox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/feeds/2219820521027481503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2219820521027481503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998199664288358756/posts/default/2219820521027481503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrice-rox.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-results.html' title='EXAM RESULTS'/><author><name>beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714969472008335923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
