<?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-5186389</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:36:42.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiL</title><subtitle type='html'>HiLdaa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</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>458</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2898008791625557350</id><published>2012-01-29T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:36:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder why we are worlds apart yet there is still this nagging thought at the back of my head 

Am glad I bought this new book at eudokia, my church's book shop..it is called dating and waiting... Really gives me a new perspective on single hood! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2898008791625557350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2898008791625557350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2898008791625557350' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7702399979678274220</id><published>2012-01-22T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:04:45.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Duno when I started doing stuff I thought I would never do:
Facial
Drinking Starbucks
Buying branded bags
Manicure
Massage
Perming my eyelashes

Haix am becoming vain hahaha
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7702399979678274220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7702399979678274220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7702399979678274220' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2703960633739624653</id><published>2012-01-17T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:45:37.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel zombie-ish today 
Really very sleepy and tired...

Anw me n Jeanie went to perm our eyelashes tog! Flutter flutter! 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2703960633739624653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2703960633739624653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2703960633739624653' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3318095469290420530</id><published>2012-01-02T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:28:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do people only treasure what they have only after it is lost? 
Haix
Why does the right person appear at the wrong time?
Why does one not realize their feelings until after the right person has gone by?
The ways of this world is so hard to understand

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3318095469290420530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3318095469290420530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3318095469290420530' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4020935599886503322</id><published>2011-12-31T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:02:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a happy day! Went jb with muffins!! Spent every penny I had! Bought shoes and ate loads! 
I need koi to end my year well but they ran out of pearls sighhh 
Am so happy for Joyce that she found a good guy! Envious!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4020935599886503322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4020935599886503322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#4020935599886503322' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-78195033355233703</id><published>2011-12-21T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:10:01.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no right person... It is only a matter of how much effort u are willing to make him or her the right one... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/78195033355233703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/78195033355233703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#78195033355233703' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-9061447070523699823</id><published>2011-11-20T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:54:06.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so grateful for the Christian support from my friends
Somehow their fellowship are a breeze of fresh air to me
Recharging me for the week
Sometimes at the end of a long and tiring week
I retire to church and feel myself getting a surge of energy from their encouragement and sincere concern
Somewhere where I need not pretend to be strong
They may not know me for the longest but yet they know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/9061447070523699823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/9061447070523699823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#9061447070523699823' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-383552374446286476</id><published>2011-11-14T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:22:50.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some words u regret saying
And yet can't take back
But yet if u don't say
U will regret not saying
What an irony 

Ahh got used to working late I guess
Maybe even kinda immune 
Makes me lose all sense of time
And forget all other things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/383552374446286476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/383552374446286476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#383552374446286476' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3895381199631240318</id><published>2011-11-12T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:15:36.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read this on an ebook: if a person cannot answer directly to your question, the answer is probably too painful for you to know or too difficult for him to admit..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3895381199631240318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3895381199631240318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#3895381199631240318' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4732119427083585938</id><published>2011-11-07T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:25:37.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently am feeling very sad for my dear frens.... Like 3 of them have been hurt by indecisive guys..... Sigh
As they confide in me, my heart aches for them coz I feel their disappointment 
They are all wonderful gals in their own ways.... I really hope they can find their   Own happiness soon... Will b praying for them...

I really feel that every single person has their own battles to fight
Be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4732119427083585938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4732119427083585938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#4732119427083585938' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-6987152684217153934</id><published>2011-11-07T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:41:28.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By2: I Still Loving You  一樣愛著你 完整版【HD】CosPlay</title><summary type='text'>BY2 - 一样爱着你不怕末日 因为我有你你给我的不计较原因我一直相信 笑容不需要练习忘不了你 慌张的表情像舍不得消失的流星我无法相信你把我留在原地找着等着我想你 想得彻底就让我痛着喊着用力哭泣我还是一样的爱着你不管多少人劝我放弃有时候我会哼起回忆这是你可以 给我的勇气我还是一样的爱着你等待的幸福更不需要怀疑我知道我可以一直这样爱你我永远都愿意一直这样爱你回到过去OH 是你 牵着我 保护我是你一直爱着我就算此時失去了曾經那樣愛我­的你，我還是會的一樣愛著你</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6987152684217153934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6987152684217153934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#6987152684217153934' title='By2: I Still Loving You  一樣愛著你 完整版【HD】CosPlay'/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</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/4D2aKrLtrl4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2212772341827371173</id><published>2011-11-01T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:32:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I am truely blessed I counted my blessings and realized I have much to b thankful forI hv everyth I wan n all I need except a relationship I have few friends but they are great n wonderful in their ways Church frens, colleagues, muffins, nana, uni frensI have a tolerant family who puts up with overbearing meI have a job that I might not like but brings home suff dough I have material </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2212772341827371173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2212772341827371173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#2212772341827371173' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4279556306178471776</id><published>2011-10-30T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:54:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lotsa happenings recently!i got my iphone 4S!woohoo!!pretty!hahahasthen we went halloween at USS last week!lotsa fun!screaming our heads off!:)have been busy busy busy!am really tired nowlotsa work and lotsa church stuff to think about tooand this week is bdae week!yippeee!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4279556306178471776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4279556306178471776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4279556306178471776' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5964764175302909597</id><published>2011-10-20T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:47:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been working myself hard!last 2 weeks was kay hianthen this week working on the SFA checklistnv realised its importance till everyone starts asking from me for the most updated versionguessed it's cox every engagement is gona require it for interimslike what ryan keeps telling me, i shld really motivate myself to work hard!!the lost pass issue is really bcuming a full blown issueeveryday we rack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5964764175302909597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5964764175302909597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5964764175302909597' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3037719163114073195</id><published>2011-10-02T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:26:22.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's october alreadyalmost the end of the yearso soon!had a super lazy day todaydin go for church at allbut went for lunch with family..jus found out that kor kor went to consult some fortune tellerusing tarrot cards...faintshe asked abt everyone in the familyapparently the man says that my character is similiar to kor kor'sfickle-mindedhe says i have no aim in lifeand i duno wat to dobut i jus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3037719163114073195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3037719163114073195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3037719163114073195' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7520262881306558101</id><published>2011-10-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:05:16.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am tired of being ridiculed...even if they are jokescox the truth hurtsi am tired of u picking on mecox i am just not strong enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7520262881306558101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7520262881306558101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#7520262881306558101' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4697073248494599257</id><published>2011-09-21T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:00:40.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i was watching the hk drama last nitethere is this guy that said this to another gal"It doesn't matter what or how much he has done for you before.Whether it is due to his pride or his career, he has already made a choice and his decision.And you can never beat it or win it.If you persist in it, you will only end up hurting yourself."food for thought!sightink tml and fri would have to be in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4697073248494599257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4697073248494599257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#4697073248494599257' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4925840889852159275</id><published>2011-09-20T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:26:13.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>terrible day todaythe whole day my stomach was achingin the end went to see the docdoc says i have high fever + gastric flu + urinary infectionconfusing!:(tml will be on mcat least i finally know what is wrong with my tummyhopefully the pain wun persist anymore after that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4925840889852159275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4925840889852159275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#4925840889852159275' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7025258878568386680</id><published>2011-09-19T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:58:57.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am watching tv now...the hk drama on channel uthe male leads were saying "why is it so painful to be serious about someone u love?"so apt and true in our world todaywhere eternal love seems to a forsaken conceptparents are worried abt my tummachecox it's getting qt frequenthmmm maybe i shld go see a doc?been helping to prepare slides for a10 training todayother than that, work at office today was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7025258878568386680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7025258878568386680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7025258878568386680' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5175013179863592534</id><published>2011-09-18T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:51:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stomach upsets getting more and more frequentalways feeling an odd queasiness and like alot of bubbles popping around in my tummyit occurs especially at night when i am going to sleep and when i wake up in the morning after having breakfast...weirdddanw onto a brighter note,yest nite was fun!met nana for dinner at a jap restaurant near guardian at citylinkeating jap spagetti with chopsticks is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5175013179863592534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5175013179863592534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#5175013179863592534' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-6929858599654993018</id><published>2011-09-16T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:46:02.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>那個男人有個男人愛著你　用心愛著你那個男人愛著你　徹底愛著你他情願變成影子　守候著你跟隨著你那個男人愛著你　心卻在哭泣還需要多久　多長　多傷你才會聽見他沒說的話堅強像謊言一樣　不過是一種偽裝他只希望有個機會能被你愛上還需要多久　多長　多渴望你才會走向他　貼在他的身旁微笑像謊言一樣　是最起碼的假裝眼淚只能躲藏那個男人愛著你　忘記了自己從此他小心翼翼　靜靜等待愛情他情願選擇相信　為了你不言不語那個男人愛著你　傷埋在回憶不論要多久　多長　多傷他還是愛著你　一如往常就好像一個傻瓜　對著那空氣說話他會不會有個機會能被你愛上還需要多久　多長　多渴望你才會走向他　貼在他的身旁微笑像謊言一樣　是最起碼的假裝眼淚只能躲藏那個男人就是我你知道嗎還是知道卻假裝不知道嗎問到沙啞　你也不會回答還需要多久　多長　多傷你才會聽見我沒說的話堅強像謊言一樣　不過是一種偽裝我只希望有個機會能被你愛上不論要多久　多長　</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6929858599654993018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6929858599654993018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#6929858599654993018' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1751404412872330712</id><published>2011-09-16T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T18:00:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so tired these dayscan't really sleep properlyand keep having tummy discomfortfinally woke up today feeling much more refreshedhappy that no need go to work today!yays!elearning is really boring thoughyest was a mad rushlast min found a mistake in the FSthen had to delay the sending out of FS to clientgot scolded by typists cox they had to amend then rebind all copies of FSwas kept on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1751404412872330712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1751404412872330712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#1751404412872330712' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7900374225177347477</id><published>2011-09-15T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:05:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stomachache!and i duno why it hurts:(feels uncomfortableanw a supposedly relaxing week turns out quite shaggedstayed till 7.30pm at work todaysianzthe entire office qt emptyhaix keep getting booked...mon was ja mitsuitdy was BR:(anw we had uob meeting this mornseems like lotsa work lined up for us...yest was great!lunch with mummy at bishan ambushthen went JB in e afternoon!:)it was fun!!watched </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7900374225177347477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7900374225177347477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7900374225177347477' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3936314456472303619</id><published>2011-09-11T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:10:18.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yaysie!the coming week is elearning week!so i am gona "legally" not go to work except for mon cox i want to try to catch my mentor to consult him regarding the compliance option thingy, hopefully he'll be ardand also wed cox will uobkh meeting in the morncross my fingers n toes tt no one will looking for me the rest of the weekso i can enjoy my unofficial week of leave!heheheeask me out! cox i am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3936314456472303619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3936314456472303619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#3936314456472303619' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5191098436770195885</id><published>2011-09-11T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:23:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having cramps today :(kinda painful....luckily my TOP meeting was postponed..wanna curl into a ball on my bed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5191098436770195885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5191098436770195885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#5191098436770195885' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2321066106159651804</id><published>2011-09-08T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:46:47.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey dear,this is for ui may have written a card to you separatelybut i tink i have more to tell youesp since i jus read ur blog when i read ur blog, i felt alittle like cryingcox i feel ur pain and helplessnessyet there is little i can do to relieve ur situationmany a times i feel the same way as u doi feel jaded, i feel confusedwhy do marriages end?how can people who once loved each other deeply</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2321066106159651804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2321066106159651804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#2321066106159651804' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-8886153700894260159</id><published>2011-09-08T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:56:34.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember a while ago i had this outburst at church as well as i had confided in some about my worries about my careeri alwys had no idea what i wanted to do in my career and felt that i never had an option to choose what i really want to doi always thought i wanted to choose a compliance job in the futurethough i have no idea why i have such interest in itbut i know deep within me whenever i do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8886153700894260159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8886153700894260159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#8886153700894260159' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3847433988067544439</id><published>2011-09-06T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:12:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yays finally managed to get into H&amp;M today!!happies!i tink i would not have gotten anything if not for my patient companion:)hahas cox i see all the clothes strewn everywhere and the mass of peoplei already feel like heading towards the door alreadybut then my patient companion persuaded me otherwiseso managed to search through the piles and got 1 top and 1 skirt!yaysie!finally got to shop at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3847433988067544439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3847433988067544439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#3847433988067544439' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7654550964415930707</id><published>2011-09-05T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:36:15.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La la la-la la la, Sing a happy song. La la la-la la la, Smurf the whole day long. the song is stuck in my headheheheYAYS!finally got to watch smurf after work today with my pet and ping ping!it's esp fun to watch with 2 cute friendshahas cox when they laugh, u feel like laughing tooand the show is really nice!the smurfs are awfully cute!i want a smurf hug too!!and it's so sweet to say "i smurf u</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7654550964415930707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7654550964415930707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7654550964415930707' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2796296463549753621</id><published>2011-09-03T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:51:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2796296463549753621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2796296463549753621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#2796296463549753621' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</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/1CcQDuuhdXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-6238948624041748738</id><published>2011-09-02T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:44:41.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a break given to myself today!watched glee 3d concert and ate kenny rogers shopped at expo sales! both borders and john little!satisfying day!:)giving in my insatiable fetish for stocking up of facial and make up products...cox i can't buy anymore bags and clothes for nowso ended up trying to spend in other areas to satisy my retail therapy needshahassupposed to try to curb my spending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6238948624041748738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6238948624041748738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#6238948624041748738' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1395452395738656198</id><published>2011-08-31T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:25:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate to admit itbut it still bugs meanw i have this weird feeling, am anticipating my bdaethough i have no special plansdespite having taken leave on that daybut i still feel that it would come fastertrying not to feel emo...sometimes i wish my memories can be wiped cleanthen i will be like a clean slateinstead of feeling so jaded about everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1395452395738656198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1395452395738656198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#1395452395738656198' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2448426688309221882</id><published>2011-08-30T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:11:33.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yest nite watched Man U VS Arsenal!cox it was on channel 5 though it wasn't live:)quite exciting leiscore was 8-2was actually watching soccer everyday in Europe toohahahas sports channel was the only channel that i din have a language barrier inoh man it's kinda a good thing that i dun have access to sports channels in Sporeelse every nite i will be losing my sleep over ithehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2448426688309221882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2448426688309221882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#2448426688309221882' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2790512288319814187</id><published>2011-08-28T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:48:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>王心凌 - 不哭作词：吴本纬作曲：秀智起初 相信爱的路 终点是指向幸福才会一而再的选择让步太固执而盲目 忘了停下来心疼自己的无助无辜 你拿手演出 终于我可以麻木从这里分割出两个国度挥霍多少时间 折磨多少痛苦才累积出的领悟忍住不哭 我要忍住不哭望向天空不让眼泪流出抬头看进云深处 等待那日出把故事结束 把从前一笔 消除忍住不哭 我要忍住不哭不能认输因为我相信 彩虹总跟着薄雾会带来幸福 在下一个叉路陪我跳全新的舞起初 相信爱的路 终点是指向幸福才会一而再的选择让步太固执而盲目 忘了停下来心疼自己的无助无辜 你拿手演出 终于我可以麻木从这里分割出两个国度挥霍多少时间 折磨多少痛苦才累积出的领悟忍住不哭 我要忍住不哭望向天空不让眼泪流出抬头看进云深处 等待那日出把故事结束 把从前一笔 消除忍住不哭 我要忍住不哭</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2790512288319814187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2790512288319814187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#2790512288319814187' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3901354954267570821</id><published>2011-08-27T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:21:16.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was reading daily bread and was very comforted by tdy's msgHe "gives life and breath to everything and he satifies every need" Acts 17:25while Jesus sometimes provides for us differently than might expect, our Saviour keeps us going whether we are broken hearted, in need of money or enduring illnessit still amazes me that The God who sustains the universe sustains mehow wonderful is that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3901354954267570821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3901354954267570821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#3901354954267570821' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2637891421641138644</id><published>2011-08-18T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:09:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am worrieddoc says mummy got diabeticsher diet has got to changeneed to stop overeating and cut down on sugar n saltsighzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzduno wat to do also:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2637891421641138644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2637891421641138644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#2637891421641138644' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7778423564119828236</id><published>2011-08-17T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:35:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M BACK!!i miss home!and everybodyi even miss workstrange hahasmiss daddy's cooking and fruitsmiss simple things in lifelike having lunch with jiemeisanw i am happy to be back!with lotsa purchases!esp with my LV and prada bags!hehehenever thot of myself as a branded bag personbut then looking at them really makes me super happyhahassuper materialistic horsighzhahahaslotsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7778423564119828236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7778423564119828236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#7778423564119828236' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5317664686799666328</id><published>2011-07-31T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:04:11.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had an outburst during cep duringnever knew i had so much deep felt emotions abt my job that i needed to ventwhen we were discussing abt the different stages of lives we were atand i was asked to share abt minei totally jus ranted about how sick i am about workingbeing jaded and not knowing what is god's will for me in my careeri feel that these few years of my life are super messed upi feel very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5317664686799666328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5317664686799666328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5317664686799666328' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5618295288625004054</id><published>2011-07-29T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:36:43.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know everyone is envious of my europe tripbut somehow i can't make myself happy abt iti feel that the only reason i can be happy about leaving is that i am kinda throwing all my problems in sg and running awaysomehow try as i might, doing everything i can to make myself happy with the meeting of all my frens and eating all the things i like,i still do not feel complete.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5618295288625004054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5618295288625004054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5618295288625004054' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1828322289812838851</id><published>2011-07-29T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:27:26.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's amazing how little things around u remind u of someonewhenever i go to a place which i have went with another person beforei will recall the previous experiencesometimes i look back with a smile on my facebut sometimes i look back, wishing i can turn back timewishing that we are still that wayi wonder if our paths were actually meant to cross in the first placei wonder if things wld have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1828322289812838851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1828322289812838851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1828322289812838851' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5740465289241526769</id><published>2011-07-24T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:39:06.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired but happy!finally finished 6 days of feasting and meet-ups with everyone!yaysie!feeling super fat!having gone thru 2 buffets and 3 birthday celebrations which equals to cake!faintslotsa foodddddd in my tummmyhahahasi tink i am gona get roped in to help out for the preparation of the financial costing portion of the proposal of the A&amp;A works being proposed to HDB for the renovation of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5740465289241526769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5740465289241526769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5740465289241526769' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2304383796532209509</id><published>2011-07-23T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:42:29.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week has been hectic!has been and will continue to go out from tues to sun!superrr tired nowbut feels really fulfillinghappy to see all the friends that i seldom meetesp before i fly off to europewhich explains why i am so proactive at asking to meet them nowbcox it will be 2 long weeks before i come back!workwise, has been doing ad hoc Blackrock stuffit's seriously neverendingam so sick of </summary><link 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me so often till he ends up shouting at me before i come to my sensesby the time i actually listened to him, i will be so bruised and battered by the trials and struggles i went through which is really dumb of me bcox i could have simply listened to him in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2834589424248273007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2834589424248273007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2834589424248273007' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-8990661214805194392</id><published>2011-07-15T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:49:54.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date a Guy who Loves JesusDate the guy who has his heart set on having God’s heart. Date a guy who’s captured by Christ.There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing that strong man that you’ve known melt in compassion and reverence in the presence of God. To see him fall to his knees, with tears in his eyes and hands held high, without a care to the world watching him. But you will notice, this guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8990661214805194392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8990661214805194392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#8990661214805194392' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4264842718733601720</id><published>2011-07-15T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:38:50.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tomorrow is THE day!!the day of the CPA exam!scared scared scared!esp since we're gona have accounting class before the examand we have to cram all that info into our heads before we are tested :(jiayous everyone!am supposed to be studying nowoppswish me lotsa luck kk!i miss those days where u wld bring me for dinner &amp; suppers after work...can u feel it whenever i miss u?did u ever think of me?i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4264842718733601720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4264842718733601720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4264842718733601720' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1042759262688579629</id><published>2011-07-14T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:28:24.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am hungry!!feeling great after my night nap!been feeling super tired recentlysomehow studying seems more energy-draining than workinghave been on a binge latelybeen eatin loads ever since the course startedevery evening on my way back, i will have an urge to buy food-related itemsmon was potato chipstues: snacks and more potato chipswed: breadtalk breadhahasi jus need food therapy to keep me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1042759262688579629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1042759262688579629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1042759262688579629' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4553919621664813736</id><published>2011-07-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:12:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hilda feels like she's back in school days!the STI auditorium in capitol tower really feels like NTU LTand it's really been a year since i actually left sch and my books behindas well as thrown all that accounting knowledge far far awayhahastoday was the first day of CPA course!like finally am embarking on what i wan to achieve!am on unfamiliar groundssuper not used to studying and being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4553919621664813736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4553919621664813736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4553919621664813736' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-407876536312639598</id><published>2011-07-10T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:45:34.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for the sentosa deloitte carnival yestwe went so latemost of the activities were ending alreadyhad carls junior for dinnerthen headed off to titanium for drinksthe place is kinda coolthey had mandopop and thai disco performances all the waythen the performers are really goodthey can sing and dance really wellsuper entertainingdrank qt abitabout 5-6 cupsfelt super giddy at firstbut was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/407876536312639598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/407876536312639598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#407876536312639598' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-6855765378580574581</id><published>2011-07-09T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:43:08.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nightly i am trying to keep awake while waiting for u to smsthe disappointment is far too great for me to bearbecause i tell myself time and time againmaybe tomorrow when he's less tired,he'll remember me...but tomorrow will just be the same as todaytoo many chances giventoo many disappointmentstoo many what ifsdo i still matter?went last nite with selene to gospel rally at bethesda depot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6855765378580574581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6855765378580574581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6855765378580574581' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7284240124270954965</id><published>2011-07-08T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:52:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can I bottle up our happy memories together, the laughter, the joy and times spent togetherseal it with a kissand let the waves take it away?can I bottle up the tears, the pain and sorrowthe times I felt my heart was gona breakpour them upon the beachand let the waves wash them away?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7284240124270954965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7284240124270954965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#7284240124270954965' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1011640292946292371</id><published>2011-07-07T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:36:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>koped this off fb:The Greatest Irony of LoveLoving the right person at the wrong time,having the wrong person when the time is right,and finding out you love someone right afterthat person walks out of your life.And sometimes,you think you're already over a person,but when you see them smile at you,you'll suddenly realise that you're just pretendingto be over them just to ease the pain of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1011640292946292371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1011640292946292371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1011640292946292371' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-6720712664016820101</id><published>2011-07-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:42:50.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel that something has changednt sure for the better or worsefading with time bayest went for a run agn!alwys feel so exhausted after a runoh wells on the way to being fit!hahaswatched transformers tdy!great movie with lotsa actionloved it esp since it was 2 and a half hrssuper value for moneyhahas cheapo!love the way the cars can transform, way cool!thinking of the camp themeabit lack of ideas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6720712664016820101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6720712664016820101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6720712664016820101' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1580244100104554355</id><published>2011-07-03T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:41:33.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>during cep today, as we study the book of Job for the past few weeks and the weeks to come,uncle daniel mentioned about how God does not answer us about why we go through certain things such as trials and temptationsbut we still ought to take the leap of faith and trust irregardless of the countless things we do not understandbecause his wisdom is far beyond our human capacitymakes me recall what</summary><link 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no longer stay up till the wee hrs unlike the hostel dayssat was fun! spent with the muffins having korean food celebrating willy's bdaeand going to alley bar for drinkswoke up sun morn feeling v exhaustedskipped morn worship svc and went for cep only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4187647361830653103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4187647361830653103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4187647361830653103' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-725622345031085961</id><published>2011-07-02T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:38:26.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thurs went for gym at reen's hse!love the simple ease of being with her, exercising and catching upcaught a meal at the nearby hawker centre aft tt while watching my 9pm channel 8 dramawe're gona do it agn next wk!yaysi had a nightmare las niteit was all my fears coming truescaryhappy start to my day yest!:)simple breakfast and simple companyreally appreciated the effort...wish everyday was like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/725622345031085961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/725622345031085961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#725622345031085961' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1373679035666185388</id><published>2011-06-29T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:16:16.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am onto retail therapy!within less than half an hr, bought and transferred payment for 1 maxi skirt which can double as a dress, 1 tube dress and a top!i am sucha shopaholic!gave myself an excuse to shop since payday is today!hahasbut the thing is i'm already having no savings for last month and this month due to the CPA exam fees and the church camp feesahhhhhhbut i cannot resist my shopping </summary><link 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傻在愛她你的眼睛騙不了人我們都傻 傻在為一段沒有未來的愛情付出還在期待會有奇蹟出現你說我傻 傻在愛上沒有感情的分身我說你傻 傻在愛她就固執的奮不顧身我們都傻 傻在寧願被犧牲也不願放棄天真還在期待會有奇蹟出現我覺得自己好沒用常常守不住握在手裡的東西所以一旦失去了我也只能認輸 只能後悔 一點辦法都沒有 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3303578468205877030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3303578468205877030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#3303578468205877030' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1717434554859926512</id><published>2011-06-28T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:53:29.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on mc todayhavin flu and sorethroatthe weather matches my moodgloomy and darkwalking in the raini do not know the diff between the raindrops and the tears falling inside of mehave u really given up on us?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1717434554859926512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1717434554859926512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#1717434554859926512' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1062262003987563369</id><published>2011-06-27T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:52:47.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>took this off facebook:we’re different in many ways, so we try a little more each day. we're close as friends but a little more, so we love more day to day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1062262003987563369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1062262003987563369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#1062262003987563369' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2785388309172526598</id><published>2011-06-26T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:14:42.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to love someone requires strengthbut to let someone u love go requires courageand to do this time after time again is so difficulti dun tink i have the ability to do so this timeit has only been less than 24hrsand i alr miss ui feel dumbthat u are having lotsa fun over thereyet i am here feeling miserablemy throat hurtsi feel tt i am falling sick.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2785388309172526598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2785388309172526598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#2785388309172526598' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-202885742216352541</id><published>2011-06-26T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:27:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my church fren says i am totally not myself todaypls tell me hw to behaveinside of me, i keep thinking abt whether i am making the right decisioni keep telling myself tt if it's meant to be, then it's meant to bebut it hurtsthis is not what i wantbut this is for the best for now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/202885742216352541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/202885742216352541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#202885742216352541' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7801742191055482454</id><published>2011-06-19T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:57:21.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>church camp at cameron highlands was so rewarding!felt renewed and nourished by the worda time away from the world and time alone with God has taught me muchand changed my mindset towards things met many new people toowent for a forest hike9km up the mountain on a road trackthen we tried a forest trail to go down the mountain, went trudging through mud, trees and branchesso scary and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7801742191055482454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7801742191055482454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7801742191055482454' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7988032159862811260</id><published>2011-06-11T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:15:38.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there seems to be much i will do for youbut yet so little u can do for methough the things i do seem to be so easy and mundanebut bcox they are things i will never did before and always put off doing for othersthey are significant at least in my eyesi hope that they mean sth to u tooyest nite was TCC 1 for 1 with willy n rjso worth it!then was timbre with muffins!finally got to go timbre aft so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7988032159862811260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7988032159862811260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7988032159862811260' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7934647409275743884</id><published>2011-06-08T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:23:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we were going on so welli thot i could even see our futurewe neglected the obstacle between usthinking that as long as we were happy togetherit wouldn't matterbut we both knew that it was a nagging issue at the back of our mindsthat needed to be resolvedbefore we can move onto the next stagei will never unstd why is it so hard for you to say iti thought if i can do it, why can't uit bothers me </summary><link 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we are not suitablethere is this faint ache within methat saddens mei know you're rightthat u arebut i thought that if i was able to overlook all of thosethen nothing else matters to usi was always too fastu're always too slow for mewill 2 parallel lines ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3583105429840376430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3583105429840376430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#3583105429840376430' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7098983921360796054</id><published>2011-05-22T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:48:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just watched kangxithey say giving a watch as a gift = 等待never knew thatinterestinghahahsand the shape determines its meaning tooif it is a square face, it means to 守候cool!anw went to ma maison with suez n joycie today!hahas we revived our childhood days by playing the arcade games within the whimsy arcade at BHG!:)really fun!we even won enuff tix to exchange for a pencil eachhahasand then was my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7098983921360796054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7098983921360796054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#7098983921360796054' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3485444256506779426</id><published>2011-05-17T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:59:17.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blame it on my curious naturei alwys want to know what happened in the pastyet i can't prevent the little green monster from creeping ini dont want u to noe what i feel insideso i try not to let it show it in my eyes and nt telling u wat i feeland end up feeling like i ain't being honest enuffthere is no use comparing cox everyone is different afterallthere is nth that is ever gona bring the </summary><link 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or sowithout giving myself any leewayit's time to let myself looseand jus not worry abt work for oncei know that work will still pile upand when i return, i will have the mountain to deal withbut heck itfor now, i just to relax and enjoy myselfmummy says i shld</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7076276251752652279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7076276251752652279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#7076276251752652279' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-8245941136811638653</id><published>2011-05-14T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:15:45.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have 2 voices in my headone tells me i am dumbthe other tells me that i ought to just rest and slow downcan i trust ur words and believe that u will come back for me?or should i move on and invest in this no more?u may say that i only want to rush into things because i am impulsivebut have u realised that progress spells sincerity and how much u value thisi need to know that i am worth iti need</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8245941136811638653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8245941136811638653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#8245941136811638653' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1618912145293250247</id><published>2011-05-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:38:14.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>emoooo to the maxthis week is a bad wkksuper irritated with going to workam dragging myself everydaytoday got assigned to go tuasdamn siannv thot this wld ever happen to mefelt like shit seriouslyi hate being in sucha ulu placesighhzbad mood</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1618912145293250247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1618912145293250247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#1618912145293250247' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-6123200312555789988</id><published>2011-05-10T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:32:34.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so scary that everyone can find out so sooneverything is still speculationbut they are able to tease and guess bits and pieces of iti guess it's cox we sux at keeping secretsanw hoping that everyth will be low profile for nowsince nth is confirmedneeding to think ahead can be dauntingbut it also gives me the assurance that you are concerned about the futureand not just going with the flow and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6123200312555789988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/6123200312555789988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#6123200312555789988' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4556886758691404192</id><published>2011-05-07T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:56:27.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes u jus wonder at the immaturity of othersso amazingoh wellsit's none of my business anwon a happier note, i am pretty relaxed these days:)been doing almost anyth i wan and everyth i waneat whatever i wish to etchahasfeel that am putting on weight!cox i keep eating good food!had client treating us to peach garden the food was really good!the peking duck etcyums!then alan(my AM) treated us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4556886758691404192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4556886758691404192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#4556886758691404192' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3877911749970323456</id><published>2011-05-01T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:16:44.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dun like guessing gamesi am always too impulsiveso it makes me feel like giving up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3877911749970323456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3877911749970323456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#3877911749970323456' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4568493175133863606</id><published>2011-04-30T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:56:16.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Love Song For A Savior" (Jars of Clay)In open fields of wild flowers,she breathes the air and flies awayShe thanks her Jesus for the daises and the rosesin no simple languageSomeday she'll understand the meaning of it allHe's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavensAs close a heartbeat or a song on her lipsSomeday she'll trust Him and learn how to see HimSomeday He'll call her and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4568493175133863606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4568493175133863606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#4568493175133863606' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5310794550017076873</id><published>2011-04-24T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:13:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this weekend has been the most rewarding and most exciting so far!:)really packed to the brimmany a times, i really felt i was gona faint with exhaustionthurs was JP morgan run5.6km!like wat jeanie placed as her album namewe came, we walked/ran, we conquered!!woohoo!hahasnow i know my running shoes are really chui!they gave way halfwaysuper sianshows how much i dun exerciseanw it was a really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5310794550017076873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5310794550017076873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#5310794550017076873' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-8140462708938595300</id><published>2011-04-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:57:40.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sing Along Song lyrics:I wrote this song it's not too longcos' I've been thinking 'bout youI wrote this song maybe I'm wrongTo be caught up about youWell I dont know what you think 'bout meMaybe you think nothing at allBut maybe you could just lie to meAnd we could be in love you seeOh it's a singalong song that's not too longIt's when I think about you that I hear songsAnd you can singalong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8140462708938595300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8140462708938595300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#8140462708938595300' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-107247196577658289</id><published>2011-04-16T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:25:58.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)saturday!love the feeling of weekendsthough dun have much chance to slp in on wkends anymoresince my body clock is kinda adjusted to the working waking timing hahasso by ard 9am, will want to wake up alranw went for a morning run!only 1.2km but at least am putting in effort to dotryin to get rid of my attitude of not seeing the need to exercisei tink as age catches on and my mealtimes get more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/107247196577658289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/107247196577658289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#107247196577658289' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1959617045179417034</id><published>2011-04-16T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:16:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celine Dion - I'm Your Angel No Mountains too high, for you to climb All you have to do is have some climbing faith, oh yeah No rivers too wide, for you to make it across All you have to do is believe it when you pray And then you will see, the morning will come And everyday will be bright as the sun All of your fears cast them on me I just want you to see... I'll be your cloud up in the sky I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1959617045179417034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1959617045179417034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#1959617045179417034' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3461036815177239437</id><published>2011-04-14T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:07:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was another shagged dayhahashad to skip lunch with jiemeis againsecond time in a week alr!sianzthey packed mos for mefor the first time, i felt mos was super nice!cox i was super hungry!ate ard 2.30pmalmost felt like i was gonna faintsubmission was supposed to 2pmbut we submitted only abt 4.30pmand that was after alot of rushing ard and effort put in trying to clear review points like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3461036815177239437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3461036815177239437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3461036815177239437' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7217347035219631484</id><published>2011-04-12T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:54:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hilda is very very stressed!!!!:( :( :(i received 8 emails within the time i travelled home from workreviewed workpapers with many review points to clear!tomorrow will be another busy and long day!this week is a disaster!!the last 2 days busy preparing file for submission to partnertoday finally finished the compliance portionit is esp hard to clear points when i did not do the workpaper in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7217347035219631484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7217347035219631484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7217347035219631484' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2963016316184028812</id><published>2011-04-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:22:17.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel more and more confusedsoemtimes feel like telling myself "just forget it, give it up"sometimes i feel that there's hope to carry onoh wells i wish things were more within my controlit's so hard to determine what others tink or feelthis sense of helplessness i never once hadtoday went to watch rio!the movie so nice!!love the small little birdsfeel like cuddling all of them!hahaslove the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2963016316184028812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2963016316184028812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#2963016316184028812' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-5167095310355471862</id><published>2011-04-09T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:48:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think you understand me quite wellit is amazing how u who have known me for sucha short period of timeread me like a bookmaybe even better than others who have known me for agesin ur fb msg, u mentioned that my bubbly outlook is nothing but a façade to conceal all the unhappiness within me and ‘what ifs’ going on at the back of my head.i never wanted to admit that to anyonebut i din noe that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5167095310355471862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/5167095310355471862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#5167095310355471862' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7154698075116652092</id><published>2011-04-09T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:32:51.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never did believe thisbut suddenly i feel maybe determination and persistence is not sufficient to touch a gal's heartno matter how much this person may try to impress you or lavish you with giftsas long as you have decided that he's not the onethen somehow everything he does will not change anythinglife is really ironicyou put one and one together yet they may not be equivalent to twowas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7154698075116652092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7154698075116652092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7154698075116652092' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2142351804781905080</id><published>2011-04-06T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:14:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>almost forgot to blog about my quite exciting wkend!last fri nite was spent with muffins!!had a great time at MINDS cafebeen a long time since i stepped foot in therehahasmissed hanging out with tis fun bunch of pplwhom i can really let my hair down with!had a nite of fun and laughter!ken's recommendation is relly good!the deal was really cheap10 bucks for food n drinks plus 4 hrs of gaming rox!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2142351804781905080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2142351804781905080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#2142351804781905080' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7785282598254365691</id><published>2011-04-06T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:55:30.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly i felt that we relied so much on each otherthat we understand each other so well that we're almost family!love knowing that no matter what happens, there is always you that i can turn to:)yesterday did not slp wellkept wanting to tell someone how i feel insidetoo many mixed feelings withinin the end i left it to the lordi tink no one will unstd me better than himtoday left office on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7785282598254365691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7785282598254365691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7785282598254365691' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1292637166848911820</id><published>2011-04-05T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:15:26.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i suddenly feel that there is something bugging me at the back of my headbut i know there is no happy ending to itso i just want to flush away the thoughtand focus on other stuffbut there's always this "what if"today worked till 10!cleared most of the review points of 2 entities within 2 daysfaintssmy AIC really emails me every 5 minssighztotally on my toes super stresssed!nearly pulled my hair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1292637166848911820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1292637166848911820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#1292637166848911820' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-8411372022975538287</id><published>2011-03-31T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:46:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>realised that i get stressed very easilyi am quite hard on myself and i give myself alot of targets and expectations to meetoften pushing myself to the limitjus like todayif it weren't for the fact tt my stomach hurts and i was afraid of gettin gastric pains again like the previous few times, i prob wun go and have dinner with frensneed to change this habityet i kinda tink this habit makes me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8411372022975538287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8411372022975538287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#8411372022975538287' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-7712644692173589470</id><published>2011-03-27T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:51:25.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love having honest talks with you i alws felt that you are one person i feel the most comfortable talking to regardless of the time of the day in the past when we were still tog i used to wish we have all the time in the world to talk to each other all day long and never ever have to worry abt having sch the next day and hence having to wake up early i rmb how i used to disturb u all the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7712644692173589470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/7712644692173589470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#7712644692173589470' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1414783731944620164</id><published>2011-03-26T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:56:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tink my weekends are qt sianhahasam kinda boredask me out!stuff in my headneed to clear them out!!i wish i wish i'll have a direction of where next to headi kinda feel v stagnant now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1414783731944620164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1414783731944620164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#1414783731944620164' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-46387916133044533</id><published>2011-03-26T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:51:00.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woo so envious of fan fan and hei renthey're so sweet tog!was watching kang xithey're getting married after 10 years of courtshipand he act converted to christianity for heroh manand she also so nice to himalwas watch NBA with himlove watching sweet and genuine couples like themwish them all the best!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/46387916133044533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/46387916133044533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#46387916133044533' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3840582194716226001</id><published>2011-03-21T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:22:54.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am grateful for my jiemei gangthey are simply not jus colleaguesthey are my pillars of supporteverytime i feel terrible at worki lose the emo-ness once i meet them during lunchtimelunch never seems long enuffand even though we hardly work on engagements tog,we still keep each other updated abt the ups and downs of each engagementslove them to the max!nelson, li ji, huey ying, jeanie, yi ping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3840582194716226001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3840582194716226001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#3840582194716226001' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-4469044295845193149</id><published>2011-03-13T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T11:38:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i tink i always handle things wronglywhat was meant to be encouraging to myself ended up offending otherssometimes i wonder whether i shld stick so strongly to my standcox in the end it seems to hurt everyoneor cause ppl to tink tt christians are picky and stuck upcox even wen i tried to explain to my frens,i'm afraid their impressions will be affected by itmaybe i was living in self deniali kept</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4469044295845193149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/4469044295845193149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4469044295845193149' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-8966766644647951184</id><published>2011-03-12T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:27:08.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because you are blue, my father sees redBecause i am red, i am feeling bluehow apt!:(it was my fault from the starti love the article belowcox it clarifies all my issuessighzhttp://www.titusinstitute.com/datingbible/godswillmarriage.phpi had 16 review notes for my workpaperso chui!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8966766644647951184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/8966766644647951184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#8966766644647951184' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2025078219725045150</id><published>2011-03-05T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:18:53.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am seriously a dumb dumb!i reallly cant do my own workto tie the trial balance, ryan (my a11) had to totally work on my lappie while i just watch n stareand ask him stupid questionsi kept interrupting his work and disrupting him till i tink he is seriously super irritated with mebut he's simply too nice to complainno wonder he tinks i am a vasereally no contribution to the progress of the job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2025078219725045150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2025078219725045150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#2025078219725045150' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-9215668903377584362</id><published>2011-02-27T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:18:58.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have learnt sth new today!i will trust in God's plan for meeven if he wants me to stay single for the rest of my lifetired of explaining it to othersall i can say is i have chosen to listen to his word</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/9215668903377584362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/9215668903377584362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#9215668903377584362' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3222628292809411677</id><published>2011-02-22T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:26:40.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really feel like cutting my hair!sudd cant stand it being so messy and long:(i want it to look like how it was in uniehh but i duno how to describe it to the hairdresser toohahaswooo joycie's bdae today!happy bdae babe!love ur high cheekbones and ever sisterly nature!love talking to u esp on our cab rides back homewish tt u'll get ur prince charming soon!:Pi love the applebees restaurant we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3222628292809411677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3222628292809411677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#3222628292809411677' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-2000884360825687948</id><published>2011-02-17T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:39:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cannot believe anyone can love mebcox i dun believe tt i am lovable enuff for them to take all my rubbishbcox i alwys believe they duno the inner methe selfish and boring methey always tink i am bubbly and forever happybut seeing how much they love, hurts me alotbcox i am the cause of their painthe tears in ur eyes makes me afraid to look at ui am filled with guiltur efforts touch mebut yet i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2000884360825687948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/2000884360825687948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2000884360825687948' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-532272239973606558</id><published>2011-02-15T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:24:18.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>我知道 -- BY2从来没想过不能再和你牵手委屈时候 没有你陪着我心痛一切都是我太过骄纵以为你会懂一直忘了说我有多感动Chorus我知道你还是爱着我虽然 分开的理由我们都已接受你知道我会有多难过所以 即使到最后还微笑着 要我加油我知道你还放不下我才会 在离开时闭着眼没有回头我们都知道彼此心中其实这份爱没停过曾经完整幸福的梦在脑海里头我多希望你还在我左右Repeat Chorus答应你 我会好好过不让 这些眼泪白流 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/532272239973606558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/532272239973606558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#532272239973606558' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-3512761939633818759</id><published>2011-01-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:51:34.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>packed my weekend to the brim!hahassat was chilling out with jiemeis!we went to watch burlesque while gong-cha-ing!it's quite nice!love the songs!then was having dinner at this place which i forgot the namejus at 313 somerseti feel the ambience was goodwas feeling pretty relaxedwill def wan to go back agnlove the live band!the songs they played and sang were all my favs!:)totally cheered me up!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3512761939633818759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/3512761939633818759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#3512761939633818759' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5186389.post-1973638264649260538</id><published>2011-01-22T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:48:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week is the worst week ever!mon: 2amtues: 1.30amwed: 12 midnightthurs: 8.30pmfri: 8.30pmhave been working non-stopreally no life at alleveryday work alr, cab home to slp for a few hrs and appear back at work agn at 930am:(am seriously drainedbeen wearing no make up and specs to workmy frens all said i look v shagged = chuii must really step up my bao yang regimemust start applying facial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1973638264649260538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5186389/posts/default/1973638264649260538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hil.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#1973638264649260538' title=''/><author><name>hilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14355679742755087449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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