<?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-2643113897415635689</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:08:59.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same shit. different day.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7634459457064795296</id><published>2008-04-23T22:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:35:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FHA 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day off work at last. Food&amp;amp;HotelAsia this year wasnt as good as the one i went for previously. Perhaps it was the company i was with, or perhaps there just wasnt enough food samples. We were given the task get brochures from potential suppliers and to try out new flavours of icecream. So do not think we went there to show off our gluttony side. But i hate the fact that as students, we were under scrutiny from certain traders and deprived to sample their products esp wines. This is afterall a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9QHpz_l_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/v_MrYFSEyuQ/s1600-h/FHA+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456987794708466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9QHpz_l_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/v_MrYFSEyuQ/s320/FHA+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9L-5z_l2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yhyf3h5YHgs/s1600-h/FHA+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192452439424341858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9L-5z_l2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yhyf3h5YHgs/s320/FHA+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9Mt5z_l4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/E-yvPKWkxYU/s1600-h/FHA+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453246878193538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9Mt5z_l4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/E-yvPKWkxYU/s320/FHA+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9NS5z_l7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/gkxbHHQ1QOM/s1600-h/FHA+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453882533353394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9NS5z_l7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/gkxbHHQ1QOM/s320/FHA+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9M45z_l5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VrVR3qzFI0U/s1600-h/FHA+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453435856754578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9M45z_l5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VrVR3qzFI0U/s320/FHA+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9PNpz_l-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Aa7Zx09ZDJo/s1600-h/FHA+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192455991362295778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9PNpz_l-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Aa7Zx09ZDJo/s320/FHA+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9O75z_l9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/f2Pm3XkhApk/s1600-h/FHA+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192455686419617746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9O75z_l9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/f2Pm3XkhApk/s320/FHA+08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9NDZz_l6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2tZb1glXMcU/s1600-h/FHA+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453616245381026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9NDZz_l6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2tZb1glXMcU/s320/FHA+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9Njpz_l8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/piqX_kCJOtQ/s1600-h/FHA+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192454170296162242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9Njpz_l8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/piqX_kCJOtQ/s320/FHA+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7634459457064795296?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7634459457064795296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7634459457064795296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7634459457064795296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7634459457064795296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2008/04/fha-2008-day-off-work-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SA9QHpz_l_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/v_MrYFSEyuQ/s72-c/FHA+08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-6102621315625088863</id><published>2008-04-12T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:51:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived one week of work! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other that those annoying lunchtime pest and smelly boots that i've to wear everyday, I've been enjoying myself. My supervisor, Uncle Lim takes good care of us. He always tells us to leave those heavy stuff to the guys, let them do the cleaning up cos we've err.. 16 weeks there. Plenty of time to learn to operate and clean the equipments.We'll be trying out new flavours of icecream next week. How cool is that?! Think peanut butter/lemon tea/rose-flavoured icecream. Those who wants a share, better treat me to dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a busy week cos of on-going production. I've been weighing and packing ingredients, helping out with the mixing, filling icecream into cups (this is seriously nerve-racking, but i'm getting the flow), conducting physical test and err socialising with Uncle. I'm trying to be friends with the moisture analyzer. It drives me mad cos i) it works differently from the one I used in school ii) burns my samples iii) i've to wait for a reallyyyyyyyy long time for the reading to stablise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember I once blogged about looking forward to only lunchtime at HPB? I would say I seriously dread going out for lunch now. There is hardly any variety of food and I doubt they practice good hygiene in food preparation. Eeeks so much for working in a food production line. The worst has to be my encounters with chee-ko-peks. I was harassed for two days straight. Can you imagine I've to put up with those whistlings and dirty looks from men? I'm traumatised! I swear I'll flash my finger or give them a flying kick if they ever try anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm starting to enjoy work, I want longer weekends so that I've time for sleep, tv, meeting up with my girls. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about work, I've lots of photos to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SADvs62F--I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qymzc1FSdJE/s1600-h/K-B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188410325720234978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SADvs62F--I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qymzc1FSdJE/s320/K-B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impromptu kbox session to mark the start of SIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SADxgq2F-_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/4pi_yA4VNWk/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188412314290093042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SADxgq2F-_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/4pi_yA4VNWk/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks at Harry. Probably the last time I'm seeing Bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'll be going for Food Hotel Asia Exhibition. Think food and wine sampling! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-6102621315625088863?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/6102621315625088863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=6102621315625088863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6102621315625088863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6102621315625088863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-survived-one-week-of-work-d-other.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/SADvs62F--I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qymzc1FSdJE/s72-c/K-B%26W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-5837667870218575282</id><published>2008-04-04T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:23:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling: melancholy &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R_Wj4LtmumI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l_l39oCe3po/s1600-h/anksadb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185230731599067746" style="WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="56" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R_Wj4LtmumI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l_l39oCe3po/s320/anksadb.gif" width="46" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who aren't aware, i'm being posted to a frozen dessert company (insert rant) for my internship. I cant think of words to describe how i feel now. I'm still in denial, but i guess i've to snap out of it and just pray that 16 weeks will breeze past. Sigh why must God play a terrible joke on me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-5837667870218575282?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/5837667870218575282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=5837667870218575282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5837667870218575282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5837667870218575282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-melancholy-for-those-who-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R_Wj4LtmumI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l_l39oCe3po/s72-c/anksadb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-1344385421294918399</id><published>2008-04-01T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:17:51.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty busy lately, just in case you're wondering why i'm onto one of my disappearing acts. In fact, i'm barely alive after being trampled on by Trojan horses. I would dare say I've mastered the skills to format the com now. Muahaha. Huissy said that i'm acting like a floating spirit without the computer, so much so that i've the patience to paint her nails and later remove them again. But aren't spirits supposed to be floating? Yes i know i'm being totally random again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL PEEPS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-1344385421294918399?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/1344385421294918399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=1344385421294918399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1344385421294918399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1344385421294918399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-pretty-busy-lately-just-in-case.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-3848755352706233802</id><published>2008-03-26T10:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:59:07.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off, thanks for the loveliest birthday celebrations ever. Thank you for msn messages, text messages, facebook messages, gifts, hugs.. I appreciate the time and effort put in from the bottom of my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's affair was a rather cosy one where i got to spend quality time with my class and darlings. I've never been a fan of big birthday celebrations and i hate to imagine that in another year's time i would be planning for my bright, shiny age of 21. But i'm not complaining cos that would be the day i grace adulthood officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations started with the class trooping down to Pizza Hut. Those who didnt make it ought to be shot cos this might be the last time we're seeing the guys before their enlistment. Unless someone's willing to organise another outing sometime soon. Ahhh i can see cute one volunteering for this important task. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qahbtmujI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PSlkMyv35e4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182124220408576562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qahbtmujI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PSlkMyv35e4/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qasrtmukI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aBUs7_YNxEE/s1600-h/bday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182124413682104898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qasrtmukI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aBUs7_YNxEE/s400/bday-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qa77tmulI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zzoLJX0m50w/s1600-h/loot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182124675675109970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qa77tmulI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zzoLJX0m50w/s320/loot-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my birthday loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry has taken a wee bit long.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm saving the best for the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-3848755352706233802?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/3848755352706233802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=3848755352706233802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3848755352706233802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3848755352706233802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-off-thanks-for-loveliest-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R-qahbtmujI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PSlkMyv35e4/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-3776622375019999453</id><published>2008-02-25T00:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:45:26.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end of one signifies the beginning of another. Where do i go from now? I hate making decisions, or more specifically deciding on a definite career interest. For the first time, i feel that i had enough with the whole career thing and am sneaking into this escapism deal of mine. Sometimes i think i'm too sheltered and i need to break free from my comfort zone. It annoys me that i'm just floating along with not much of an anchor. But i dont think i'm even ready to face the world just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's how i feel after 3 years of poly education. I wish it didnt end so soon. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A spot of nostalgia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GePjCn8ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/w55AYQHlGeI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170587837139513746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GePjCn8ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/w55AYQHlGeI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lecturers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember Ms Choo telling the caregroup in 1.1 that 3 years will fly past without us realising. Perhaps we were young and naive back then where only work &amp;amp; play matter. Now i finally understood what she meant. Seriously i dont remember time passing so quickly in pri and sec school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GjpDCn8cI/AAAAAAAAATk/oXICoJIL6xw/s1600-h/15.02.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170593772784316866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GjpDCn8cI/AAAAAAAAATk/oXICoJIL6xw/s320/15.02.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GjDTCn8bI/AAAAAAAAATc/d-L4s0s2J5g/s1600-h/15.02.08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170593124244255154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GjDTCn8bI/AAAAAAAAATc/d-L4s0s2J5g/s320/15.02.08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8Gl4TCn8eI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nFKBR5Fvs6c/s1600-h/15.02.08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170596233800577506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8Gl4TCn8eI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nFKBR5Fvs6c/s320/15.02.08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class girls. Some are missing though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GpwjCn8fI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8rzy0MhNI28/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170600498703102450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GpwjCn8fI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8rzy0MhNI28/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scenes off Brokeback Mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8Gq7jCn8gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/x0DKjJrdJrs/s1600-h/15.02.08+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170601787193291266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8Gq7jCn8gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/x0DKjJrdJrs/s320/15.02.08+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasures of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention there're only 3 guys in our class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation must have kill our brain cells. I can't believe we did all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GsDjCn8hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Yh0_hkr5QHs/s1600-h/15.02.08+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170603024143872530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GsDjCn8hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Yh0_hkr5QHs/s320/15.02.08+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GsVzCn8iI/AAAAAAAAAUU/df1iTBICUZs/s1600-h/15.02.08+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170603337676485154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GsVzCn8iI/AAAAAAAAAUU/df1iTBICUZs/s320/15.02.08+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GsjTCn8jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8Q4n_UNhKGk/s1600-h/15.02.08+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170603569604719154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GsjTCn8jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8Q4n_UNhKGk/s320/15.02.08+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the photos are up on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-3776622375019999453?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/3776622375019999453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=3776622375019999453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3776622375019999453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3776622375019999453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-one-signifies-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R8GePjCn8ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/w55AYQHlGeI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-5526023996438751795</id><published>2007-12-26T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:11:09.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured that too much a day would probably kill my readers. So here's long-awaited day 2 where we'll be moving from the North to the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2: Taipei - Chiufen - Hualien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i mention travelling to places by bus in Taiwan take hours? I fear long bus rides cos 1) i get strained neck from the uncontrollable jerks 2) my poor butt experiences numbness 3) will disclose this on my entry to Alishan. Before i forget, tour guides love to share this common "joke", i remember hearing this during my previous trip to HK. The Da-ge (this is what bus drivers are known as) who's driving the bus now is top notch, the rest are either hospitalised or not driving anymore. Okay, so they stooped this low to assure us that we'll be safe in these rollercoaster rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop, &lt;strong&gt;Yeliu Stone Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3G3KjFz8II/AAAAAAAAASU/wnUhLGOX5a0/s1600-h/2-yeliu+stone+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148097240907378818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3G3KjFz8II/AAAAAAAAASU/wnUhLGOX5a0/s320/2-yeliu+stone+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be wondering how interesting these rocks can get. Think differently, cos these rock formations are sculpted by nature. How often do we get to see this Singapore? Or rather do we even have a chance to see this. The azure skies, lush greenery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HFIzFz8JI/AAAAAAAAASc/fybVLIXZsvE/s1600-h/TAIWAN+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148112604005396626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HFIzFz8JI/AAAAAAAAASc/fybVLIXZsvE/s320/TAIWAN+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop houses near the park. These shops look run down, but they probably appear so because they are operating in the less developed areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HFezFz8KI/AAAAAAAAASk/NLxO532Aubg/s1600-h/2-to+jiufen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148112981962518690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HFezFz8KI/AAAAAAAAASk/NLxO532Aubg/s320/2-to+jiufen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were taken on my way to Jiufen. Notice the 槟榔 store. This is one of the many along the roads after the expressway. 槟榔 sold is mixed with lime (not the fruit!) and wrapped in a leaf. There is also a story behind those skimpily dressed girls which i can barely remember. Opps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop, &lt;strong&gt;Chiufen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HF8jFz8MI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qCRkVaOjOL0/s1600-h/2-jiufen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148113493063626946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HF8jFz8MI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qCRkVaOjOL0/s320/2-jiufen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A village with many teahouses and shops selling famous local dishes, snacks and crafts. We left with boxes of sun biscuit, assorted flavours of mochi, fruit jelly. The bus ride down was horrible. Sharp turns were made without any warning and i had to stand at a weird angle beside the da ge for closed to 2o minutes. Can you tell how relieved i was when i alighted from the bus? But I could barely walk properly as my legs pressed against the safety handles throughout the whole journey. Although it was a good experience to take the public transport, i would only try it again when it is less packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Train ride to Hualien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HFujFz8LI/AAAAAAAAASs/BfDS_mk7uSY/s1600-h/2-train+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148113252545458354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3HFujFz8LI/AAAAAAAAASs/BfDS_mk7uSY/s320/2-train+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Daddy casually if the windows inside the train can be opened and shut easily, just like those you see in those movies. Guess what he said. He doesnt remember seeing this in Jay Chou's MVs. -______- He must have thought i was kidding when i asked that. I've never taken a train in my life, except for the MRT of cos. The train was delayed for closed to 45 minutes. Sickening. This ride was 3 hours long, and from what i gathered, it was travelling along the East Coast Highway. It was indeed a scenic ride coupled with warm country inns, plantations, beautiful mountains and lakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3ZErDFz8NI/AAAAAAAAAS8/H4PM63jPpUI/s1600-h/TAIWAN+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149378730299486418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3ZErDFz8NI/AAAAAAAAAS8/H4PM63jPpUI/s320/TAIWAN+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Hualien is less developed compared to Taipei, the hotel room arent in the least shabby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3ZFbjFz8OI/AAAAAAAAATE/lmMVB-wNGAI/s1600-h/TAIWAN+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149379563523141858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3ZFbjFz8OI/AAAAAAAAATE/lmMVB-wNGAI/s320/TAIWAN+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau Huay. Notice that it's clear soup instead of syrup here. It's really yummy. Who says yummy food are sinful huh. Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-5526023996438751795?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/5526023996438751795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=5526023996438751795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5526023996438751795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5526023996438751795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-figured-that-too-much-day-would.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R3G3KjFz8II/AAAAAAAAASU/wnUhLGOX5a0/s72-c/2-yeliu+stone+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-2962437293813115455</id><published>2007-12-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:19:30.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You realised you've been neglecting your blog when you cant remember when was the last time you wrote in this space and what that was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 1001 pictures from my taiwan trip to the recent get togethers to share with my ardent readers. But it was only yesterday that i managed to take some time off to make them into collages. I almost went cross-eyed but i guess it was worth the effort to remind myself of those happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taiwan 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R2898TFz8EI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7afJ0lOJ73E/s1600-h/taiwan_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147401005233860674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R2898TFz8EI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7afJ0lOJ73E/s320/taiwan_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview of Taiwan. Travelling around in 8 days was no joke. In fact, i was a nomad in disguise. But it was an amazing feat nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1: Singapore - Taipei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Taoyuan Int'l Airport at about 5pm. The sky was overcast and silly me thought it was about to rain. It was then i realised that the day breaks as early as this. (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R26Z7jFz8DI/AAAAAAAAARs/tAXdU4ua5Ys/s1600-h/TAIWAN+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220672442003506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R26Z7jFz8DI/AAAAAAAAARs/tAXdU4ua5Ys/s320/TAIWAN+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop, &lt;strong&gt;Taipei 101&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R26WZjFz8BI/AAAAAAAAARc/p1D05Nrwehw/s1600-h/1-taipei+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147216789791567890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R26WZjFz8BI/AAAAAAAAARc/p1D05Nrwehw/s320/1-taipei+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Paragon and that gives you Taipei 101. It holds most of the high end lables such as Gucci, Chanel. However, only B1-L5 makes us the shopping mall. The rest are offices which cannot be accessed by visitors. There's an observation deck which promises breathtaking views but i didnt get a chance to go up to the 89th floor because 1) fear of heights 2) entrance fee of NT350. Nahh it was due mainly to a packed schedule. And i was told that i might catch a glimpse of Jay Chou if i'm lucky enough. Apparently, that rich kid lives in the districts near the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, &lt;strong&gt;Shihlin Night Market&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R26WjzFz8CI/AAAAAAAAARk/yiAQxpddJRA/s1600-h/1-shihlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147216965885227042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R26WjzFz8CI/AAAAAAAAARk/yiAQxpddJRA/s320/1-shihlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the popular fried chicken fillet (bigger than the size of my face!) to the pearl milk tea whose novelty has died out in Singapore. Shihlin has more to offer than pasar malams back here. Think oyster omelette and noodles, cuttlefish thick soup, STINKY tofu, onion pancakes, medicinal pork-rib stew, meatballs, shaved ice. When i meant STINKY, it really is. The smell is soooo bad to the extent that you can smell it from the opposite street. But i heard the steamed stinky tofu is worse than this. Arghhhhh. Ok, i was exaggerating on this part but trust me, you wouldnt want to try it. This was not the only night market i visited, there were others along the way. Stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better than sleep after travelling for so long. You would probably have noticed those crease on the bed linen. Opps. I plopped myself onto the comfy bed before i could take a proper picture of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R29xhDFz8FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7uT8Uz95P3A/s1600-h/TAIWAN+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147457711687069778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R29xhDFz8FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7uT8Uz95P3A/s320/TAIWAN+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R29xqDFz8GI/AAAAAAAAASE/hbLpsO0X_GM/s1600-h/TAIWAN+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147457866305892450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R29xqDFz8GI/AAAAAAAAASE/hbLpsO0X_GM/s320/TAIWAN+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenience store, Hi-Life which was of walking distance from the hotel. I was amazed with the variety of teas available and cant help getting a packet or two from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R29zSDFz8HI/AAAAAAAAASM/-jCKK0ujf4U/s1600-h/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147459653012287602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R29zSDFz8HI/AAAAAAAAASM/-jCKK0ujf4U/s320/tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my first day in Taiwan for you peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-2962437293813115455?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/2962437293813115455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=2962437293813115455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2962437293813115455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2962437293813115455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-realised-youve-been-neglecting-your.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R2898TFz8EI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7afJ0lOJ73E/s72-c/taiwan_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-1605930755860143960</id><published>2007-11-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:32:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我很忙</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Less than a month to relative freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been a month since i last blogged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how fast a month come and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fast that it's so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is the process of aging, or rather growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i mentioned i've long lab hours this sem? I used to enjoy lab. I used to think that practical is the easiest component to pull up my otherwise lousy grades for a subject. But now every minute in lab=every mark earned. Erps i shall not bored my ardent readers with so serious issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's set the kitchen on fire! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nee &amp;amp; i tried out French recipes last week. It didnt turn out bad, but i had a hard time scrubbing my saucepan. The omelette's supposed to be 3cm thick but it came out looking like some oriental fried onion eggs. Haha. But no one complains when there's food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R0jfkmMcYeI/AAAAAAAAARE/AGTSiOSYhp4/s1600-h/19.11.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136601194837074402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R0jfkmMcYeI/AAAAAAAAARE/AGTSiOSYhp4/s320/19.11.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-1605930755860143960?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/1605930755860143960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=1605930755860143960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1605930755860143960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1605930755860143960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='我很忙'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/R0jfkmMcYeI/AAAAAAAAARE/AGTSiOSYhp4/s72-c/19.11.07+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-4668921362415826192</id><published>2007-10-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:00:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've learned to embrace the weekends with open arms lately. I no longer look forward to shopping, tv, and all the other things which i used to enjoy. Just give me 8 hours of good sleep to make up for the early mornings. I guess the long hours (it's 8.30-6, mind you) at HPB has taken its toll on me. All i do is stare intently on the computer screen, plough through 1001 files, punch in figures for the nutitional content of food products. I can't imagine having to do this for 13 weeks. Any longer, i would be suffering from cumulative trauma disorders. Go google it if you've no idea what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, 7am, i've to drag my sorry ass out of bed. My legs would protest by refusing to move a single inch, my hands would slam hard on the alarm to stop it from ringing further. I wished it's the weekend when i open my eyes every day, so that i can tell myself that it's alright to sleep longer. So one week passed, and i've deceived myself for 5 days.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the morning madness on the train. It's like a supermarket sale, or worse. When the doors open, everyone would make a beeline for it. There would be some jokers who try to read newspapers in a jam-packed train, lean on the poles, try to squeeze onto the train. And i realised that the trains in the morning are especially jerky, causing me to lose my balance at times. Sigh. But i'm not complaining because it's another two weeks before i'm back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to lunch time once i stepped into office. Nee &amp;amp; I lunched at the foodcourt in SGH on most days this week. The food's alright, but we got bored of it very soon. You know bad habits die hard. I never fail to keep my eyes on those young and promising doctors. So far, there aren't any eye candies. After lunch, i would countdown to 6pm. That's how i spent my days. I've no one to talk to in the cubicle except nee. Sometimes we would entertain ourselves with Facebook, Ebuddy. Opps. Everyone's either too busy to talk to us, or too unfriendly. There're a few exceptional cases though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i get bored, i start listening to what people say from their cubicles. I know it's rude but i can't help it. I overheard that someone's husband was hospitalised cos he broke (i'm pretty sure it's not a fracture)his ankleS in a soccer game. He requires surgeries and would need 3 years to recuperate. Scary shit. World class footballers wouldnt suffer from such, what more a normal man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates when i'm not feeling soo sour from work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-4668921362415826192?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/4668921362415826192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=4668921362415826192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/4668921362415826192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/4668921362415826192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-learned-to-embrace-weekends-with.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7035400335312104026</id><published>2007-09-19T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:18:37.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopiedoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl lately cos&lt;br /&gt;proposal's done!&lt;br /&gt;interview's over!&lt;br /&gt;The interview wasn't as nerve-wrecking as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Instead we were treated with utmost love from two mum-to-bes. hehe&lt;br /&gt;I want to show my motherly love toooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RvCYUogbncI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_GpVpA9zlM0/s1600-h/Infant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111753057303764418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RvCYUogbncI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_GpVpA9zlM0/s320/Infant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RvCX7ogbnbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k_LyYUUsVRw/s1600-h/toddlers-together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111752627807034802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RvCX7ogbnbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/k_LyYUUsVRw/s320/toddlers-together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at these, i want to have my own baby tooo =D&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe i was kidding on this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;I was so hungry i could practically hear my tummy growling.&lt;br /&gt;That's how bad it is at 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My sis made it worst when she said she was craving for hokkien mee&lt;br /&gt;Someone please bring me out for good foooddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with people lately&lt;br /&gt;What's with using weird lingo&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me the meaning of sup?&lt;br /&gt;Haha my sis said i was from the last generation&lt;br /&gt;Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm only 19!&lt;br /&gt;What do u call those who are 29 then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" width="328" height="94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/9050fcb1-d74f-495e-b67e-1d2c1e3da158&amp;amp;theName=02. 自欺欺人&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #ffffff; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=9050fcb1-d74f-495e-b67e-1d2c1e3da158"&gt;Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 7px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/9050fcb1-d74f-495e-b67e-1d2c1e3da158" align="center"&gt;Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 7px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/9050fcb1-d74f-495e-b67e-1d2c1e3da158/02.-èªæ¬ºæ¬ºäºº/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue" align="center"&gt;Track details &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'm able to sing this the next time i visit Kbox. hehe. I need some canto crash course now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7035400335312104026?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7035400335312104026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7035400335312104026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7035400335312104026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7035400335312104026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/09/whoopiedoooooo-im-happy-girl-lately-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RvCYUogbncI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_GpVpA9zlM0/s72-c/Infant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-1261300502075843156</id><published>2007-09-09T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T04:03:12.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. i'm crazy over Hairspray now. which explains why my itunes is blasting all the happy-dancey songs. Spot the heart throb who sends flutters to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL3plr3UDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rFg1zPKqrPo/s1600-h/hairspray-poster-425.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107917221254352946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL3plr3UDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rFg1zPKqrPo/s320/hairspray-poster-425.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZAC EFRON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL7clr3UEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pweFka2DIEM/s1600-h/normal_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107921395962564674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL7clr3UEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pweFka2DIEM/s320/normal_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL9Flr3UGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lViTuNKLYAw/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107923199848829026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL9Flr3UGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lViTuNKLYAw/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL7jlr3UFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/l-noJK6_V8A/s1600-h/normal_mqx026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107921516221648978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL7jlr3UFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/l-noJK6_V8A/s320/normal_mqx026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL_jFr3UJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hHdcuhJ3IpQ/s1600-h/normal_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107925905678225554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL_jFr3UJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hHdcuhJ3IpQ/s320/normal_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL_XFr3UII/AAAAAAAAAQk/SvvlHxQ1khQ/s1600-h/20070716182409990001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107925699519795330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL_XFr3UII/AAAAAAAAAQk/SvvlHxQ1khQ/s320/20070716182409990001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new love. those mesmerising blue eyes, floppy fringe. i would do anything to spend a day with him. *dreamy eyes* and i can't wait for high school musical 2 later at night. i'll make sure my eyes are fixed on the screen. and my sister MUST NOT know about this, for i would be deemed stupid for going crazy over zac efron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-1261300502075843156?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/1261300502075843156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=1261300502075843156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1261300502075843156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1261300502075843156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuL3plr3UDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rFg1zPKqrPo/s72-c/hairspray-poster-425.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-913950045201469386</id><published>2007-09-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T03:15:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have my reasons for being a social hermit lately. the last time i met up with a friend was last saturday. other than that, i am coped at home with books, endless hours of neopets (the craze is back! can you believe i've had this account for 6 years? =D) &amp; crunchyroll. late nights drain my energy, but i'm not complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuLxrVr3UBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ja25I_5MPCs/s1600-h/01.09.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107910654249357330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuLxrVr3UBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ja25I_5MPCs/s320/01.09.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuLx0lr3UCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aZddC4HN2PM/s1600-h/01.09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107910813163147298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuLx0lr3UCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aZddC4HN2PM/s320/01.09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was Saturday night at PS. we crazy girls just had to take some pictures to proclaim for love for one another. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've a thousand and one reasons to rant about the shit i'm facing now. my taiwan trip's not finalised! blame it on the lousy school system. which school tortures students by making them sit for term test in dec? mine! i do not wish to stay on this sunny island to cry my heart out while my family is away on a faraway land. PLEASE! i need a break badly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of being upset, MP does shit to my mind. proposal's due a week from now, proposal interview the next day after submission. omg! i can hardly breathe. okay, i better start working on my literature review now. some one needs to come and beat me up if i procrastinate again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-913950045201469386?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/913950045201469386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=913950045201469386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/913950045201469386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/913950045201469386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-my-reasons-for-being-social.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RuLxrVr3UBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ja25I_5MPCs/s72-c/01.09.07+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-2448218600586206106</id><published>2007-08-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:14:35.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head is spinning like a tea cup now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be one of the worst moment in life. What is it with me and attachment to my students? Darling Matt is sick today and i think it's a bad omen. Today marks the end of my teaching career. I never thought that i would be so emotionally attached to this job. One which was only a source of income initially but later grow into a passion. It's not possible to describe how i'm feeling right now. But one thing for sure, my heart's crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my decision to leave is wise. Although it's for a "short" one month, it feels like eternity. But this painful experience has taught me something, no one is indispensible. How cruel can reality be at times? I know that good things don't last. But it totally caught me unaware this time. I was telling nee about us being at risk of losing the job just this morning. Haha. And who would have thought that i would be faced with 2 options later. 1) Take a rest for a month 2) Work on alternate weeks. I chose the former of course, without much thought. There are others who needs this job more than i do. I went through a rollercoaster of emotions after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my best to hold back my tears while teaching. And i actually asked Javier if he would missed me since he's leaving for HongKong and Amsterdam. Naughty boy said no. This kid, he doesn't know it's my last day. And I having regrets for not saying goodbye to Ethen earlier. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i forget my darling Matt who's only 4? One who tells me he loves me every lesson. Awwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RtZ6tVr3UAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6YVutGh4720/s1600-h/matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104402147004862466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RtZ6tVr3UAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6YVutGh4720/s320/matt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the memories, experiences and people that i hold onto tightly. I refused to acknowledge the fact that i won't be going back to work anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-2448218600586206106?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/2448218600586206106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=2448218600586206106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2448218600586206106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2448218600586206106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-head-is-spinning-like-tea-cup-now.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RtZ6tVr3UAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6YVutGh4720/s72-c/matt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7248430695325696465</id><published>2007-08-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:18:36.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One down. Two more to go. Bon courage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty much relieved after today's paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least the questions are straightforward, no twists or turns which i would probably get lost in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh i MUST ace this sem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think for the endless nightmares about being late for my papers, MsQ's face appearing every now and then, slogging my guts out at the last minute, not being able to sleep until the wee hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should not be made to go through the torment of taking supp papers again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week more to liberation. Please ask me out, i think i would have gotten my pay by then. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i think mummy's biased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why huissy &amp;amp; i get the blame when bro's at fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no use trying to reason things out with her, cos i would most probably be at the losing end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, we can't choose our family, can we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto happier things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanping's bday at ECP last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rs8EmVr3T_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YWnHV_AJVfQ/s1600-h/DSCF5136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102301959536726002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rs8EmVr3T_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YWnHV_AJVfQ/s320/DSCF5136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise more interesting entries soon. Just bear with me now. And thanks everyone for participating actively in the topic of JEROME! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7248430695325696465?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7248430695325696465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7248430695325696465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7248430695325696465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7248430695325696465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-down.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rs8EmVr3T_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YWnHV_AJVfQ/s72-c/DSCF5136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-8925230268691115035</id><published>2007-08-17T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:31:06.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been dying to show readers mon professeur who is my motivation for French classes every week. As the saying goes, there's a man behind every successful woman. =P The mystery man will be revealed in this entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsRxsVr3TyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JjnhWpapo_U/s1600-h/23422791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099325684639551266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsRxsVr3TyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JjnhWpapo_U/s400/23422791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsRzKFr3T0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vSdJEg2JNDg/s1600-h/6-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099327295252287298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsRzKFr3T0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vSdJEg2JNDg/s320/6-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe one sems of French is over. I remember those torturous tests, times when Jerome forced us to speak in front of class, staring intently at Jerome, the embarrassment when i almost tripped during speaking test, gossiping with Fal. It all happened so fast. Awwww i'm gonna miss Jerome! ): I don't think i've ever enjoyed anything as much as French in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before i get too carried away with this, i think i ought to show more pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Projectmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099347421469036498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSFdlr3T9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/JgxyMJjoDSY/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jerome! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099347919685242850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSF6lr3T-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/F2ifXllJ0rE/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shudder when i think of the mouldy slice of cake i ate yesterday. What's wrong with the food i've been eating lately. Just last week, i spotted ONE eyelash/nasal hair (whatever you call it), semi-cooked eggwhite and liver in my bowl of ban mian. Eeeeeeeek. So much for being hygienic in food preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is for those who have not seen moulds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsR_nFr3T3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LH1PahbNt8Y/s1600-h/lab+results+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099340987608026994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsR_nFr3T3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LH1PahbNt8Y/s320/lab+results+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aside from all those food scares, i had fun with the kiddos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSAwFr3T4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/EJy66ScaoqE/s1600-h/xuan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099342241738477442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSAwFr3T4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/EJy66ScaoqE/s320/xuan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSA-1r3T5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/j87MRAa8o0U/s1600-h/javier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099342495141547922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSA-1r3T5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/j87MRAa8o0U/s320/javier.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSBKFr3T6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/jKK1Vl3c7Pc/s1600-h/ryan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099342688415076258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsSBKFr3T6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/jKK1Vl3c7Pc/s320/ryan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LeeXuan, Javier (raspy voice), Ryan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Arghhh it's 1am. But i'm not even sleepy. Phew, no school for me tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-8925230268691115035?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/8925230268691115035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=8925230268691115035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8925230268691115035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8925230268691115035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-dying-to-show-readers-mon.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RsRxsVr3TyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JjnhWpapo_U/s72-c/23422791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7221334376284562073</id><published>2007-08-13T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:44:52.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping at unearthly hours of 3, 4am lately. It's bad cos i stayed up the whole night watching Forensic Heroes. But now that i've completed the whole series, i don't seem to be able to sleep early either. I tried counting 1-100 in French, reading, listening to S-L-O-W songs. It's no use! Perhaps i could make use of this time to study ehh. I can probably hear the rats scamper past, not that i can spot any in my house. =P Can't wait for my exams to be over before i start hardcore crunchyrolling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When surfing the net last night, I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcohol flush reaction&lt;/strong&gt;, (also known as Asian flush, Asian glow and ADH deficiency) is a condition where the &lt;strong&gt;body cannot break down ingested alcohol completely&lt;/strong&gt;, due to a deficiency of an inactive enzyme, aldehyde dehydrogenase 2 (ALDH2) which is normally responsible for breaking down &lt;a href="http://www.cheerzhangover.com/acetaldehyde.htm"&gt;acetaldehyde&lt;/a&gt;, a byproduct of the metabolism of alcohol. Since acetaldehyde is a toxin, it accumulates and causes flushing if the human body can't break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately &lt;strong&gt;half of all Asians&lt;/strong&gt; have a sensitivity to alcohol due to this condition and there is some evidence that this condition exists frequently in people of Jewish descent as well.&lt;br /&gt;If you suffer from the flush, you know what happens: almost as soon as you take a drink, your acetaldehyde levels shoot up 6 to 20 times that of people with normal ALDH-2. &lt;strong&gt;This burst of acetaldehyde triggers facial flushing, elevated heart rate and dilated blood vessels, followed by headache, nausea, dizziness and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most people with this condition view it as a minor inconvenience, it has been suggested that people with alcohol flush reaction may be at higher risk for alcohol related conditions, such as liver disease, asthma, and cancer of the esophagus. - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcohol_flush_reaction" target="resource window"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all those scientific terms. To put it simply, &lt;strong&gt;if you can't drink, don't drink&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7221334376284562073?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7221334376284562073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7221334376284562073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7221334376284562073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7221334376284562073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-sleeping-at-unearthly-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-565831264691348506</id><published>2007-08-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:45:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While the nation was celebrating her 42nd birthday, I was mourning over the death of my phone. Or should i say my phone needs a well-deserved break. I was pretty upset initially but the thought of a new phone cheered me up instantly. But no, I've decided to save for up my Taiwan trip so the plan of getting a new phone can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my soul away to Taiwan for a week in Dec. One of the things I'm looking forward to is shopping. The last shopping trip in HongKong was disappointing, it's either trenchcoats or boots because of the "winter" season. But i think the eyecandies on the streets can make up for that. One thing for sure, i'm gonna do my homework for the best shopping hunts this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rr3s_ZiN63I/AAAAAAAAANE/uNoiR_Gqy8s/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097490927183588210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rr3s_ZiN63I/AAAAAAAAANE/uNoiR_Gqy8s/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP @ Padang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rr3y3piN64I/AAAAAAAAANM/_33hvQMcn2Q/s1600-h/Untitled+-+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097497391109368706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rr3y3piN64I/AAAAAAAAANM/_33hvQMcn2Q/s400/Untitled+-+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we couldn't get tickets for the actual NDP itself, we've to make do with the live telecast at the Padang. And did you know i was part of the largest human Singapore flag. This year's NDP is pretty much different from the previous years. At least i didn't have to rush to the window to get a clear view of the roaring aircrafts. Hehehe. Damn it, i should have gotten those tickets. Nvm, i have the next 5 years to ballot for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams in less than 2 weeks. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-565831264691348506?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/565831264691348506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=565831264691348506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/565831264691348506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/565831264691348506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/08/while-nation-was-celebrating-her-42nd.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rr3s_ZiN63I/AAAAAAAAANE/uNoiR_Gqy8s/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-659968576648974438</id><published>2007-08-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:14:59.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RrIGPpiN61I/AAAAAAAAAM0/t10rR8BfPa0/s1600-h/pro0403i01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094140994426628946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RrIGPpiN61I/AAAAAAAAAM0/t10rR8BfPa0/s400/pro0403i01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is going to keep me busy for the next few months or so. ): This means no more late nights out, longer school hours (maybe?), no procrastination, more work! . And i've a bad premonition that my first evaluator is going to be real nasty. Shucks! I'm getting cold feet. Arghh i can't wait for MP to be over soon so that i can go for my hols without any worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RrSZEZiN62I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wxL_w9PBWbc/s1600-h/000e2w52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094865379315805026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RrSZEZiN62I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wxL_w9PBWbc/s400/000e2w52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's totally embarrassing! My jellies (refer to diagram) snapped during work. And i brillantly secured the two parts with a staple. Hehehe. I showed nee my wonderful creation but nosey Joco just had to poke his nose into my business. I bet he was laughing at my stupidity! Sigh, that's what you get for getting cheap shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew's such a darling. He actually told me-Teacher, i like you. I want to bring you to Dhoby Ghaut and SengKang. And without fail each week, he would tell me Mummy's bringing him to either one of those two places. I just want to cuddle him! Awwww my poor boy hurt himself while skipping. There's a bruise on his face now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! (quoted from Sheldon) I can't believe it's Sunday already. Why can't everyday be a weekend? I would be as happy as a CHILD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-659968576648974438?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/659968576648974438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=659968576648974438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/659968576648974438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/659968576648974438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-believe-this-is-going-to-keep-me-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RrIGPpiN61I/AAAAAAAAAM0/t10rR8BfPa0/s72-c/pro0403i01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-196398214923871232</id><published>2007-07-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:48:45.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I've been busy with lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy4_piN6yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tIAV3DXwk1I/s1600-h/collage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092648682269829922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy4_piN6yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tIAV3DXwk1I/s320/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less done with most of my projects. I'm getting the jitters as week16 draws closer. Project interviews, french speaking test. OMG! But that's not the end, i've to battle with the sems exams. &gt;:( Speaking of which, MP title's out tom. Arghhh which means i won't have a decent hols this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to happier things. I'll present you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy5LJiN6zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nSEquDDQ58Y/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092648879838325554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy5LJiN6zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nSEquDDQ58Y/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN boy!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Don't you think he's the most adorable kid? The boy with the Ben 10 watch, hates maths, eats only strawberry sweets, thinks he's superman if he lends others his pencils (haha! apparently that's what daddy said. how gullible!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chronicles of the tai-tais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admist my busy week, i took some time off for my all time fav girl, Koon! (: We indulged in high calorie food *gasps* at CoffeeClub but i guess the laughing workout would have helped a little ehh. Watched Knocked Up. It's seriously vulgar and ermm gross in a scientific way. I wouldn't recommend Genie to watch cos the people were f**king the whole time. Definitely not for the faint-hearted. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy5tZiN60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/gtDQaEK4YLA/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092649468248845122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy5tZiN60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/gtDQaEK4YLA/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're meeting up again tom. To welcome the grand arrival of Megawati. =D And that reminds me, Mega called me last night. I told her i would call back, not knowing who she was initially until she called me tan yueying. haha. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more pictures if time permits. Bonne nuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-196398214923871232?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/196398214923871232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=196398214923871232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/196398214923871232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/196398214923871232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ive-been-busy-with-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rqy4_piN6yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tIAV3DXwk1I/s72-c/collage-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-1473356181231903704</id><published>2007-07-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:12:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANLYN! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDbJxqaydI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aTbmBIFZzCs/s1600-h/20.07.07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089308539925219794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDbJxqaydI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aTbmBIFZzCs/s320/20.07.07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the girls for dinner at ChompChomp. Think yummy BBQ chicken wings, hokkien mee, cha kway tiao, carrot cake, satay beehoon, chwee kueh, "bamboo" juice. hehehe. It would have been better if there's egg beancurd for dessert. ): We were literally chased away by this guy who was eyeing our table. Whatever! This wasn't going to dampen our spirits as we discovered this ice cream parlour, Haato along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDbRhqayeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hHvugsKbjZo/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089308673069205986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDbRhqayeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hHvugsKbjZo/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhored, shared silly jokes, ogled at guys (opps!) Tonight was perfect, even though it was only a mere few hours. Ohh, did i mentioned i made a birthday card? But i've no pictures to prove it. Damn it. I spent two days on it and it's definitely worth it in exchange for the birthday girl's smile. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the weekends but i've project deadlines to meet. Alrights, i'm off to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-1473356181231903704?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/1473356181231903704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=1473356181231903704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1473356181231903704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1473356181231903704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-shanlyn-met-girls-for.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDbJxqaydI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aTbmBIFZzCs/s72-c/20.07.07+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-2027880454752634325</id><published>2007-07-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:30:05.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday's good. I think this was one of the best mondays ever since school started. Completed my Apfs quiz within 30 mins before rushing off to lab to update my Fsaf blog. Arghh i think blogging is a chore, BUT that applies to Fsaf only. And before i even realised, i'm out of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee &amp; I headed to Vivo with a common goal in mind. To get ShanLin her CD before it's sold out. Phew, we managed to grab hold of the last copy. Happy us decided to go shopping after that. River Island Sale was disappointing. I think shopping is bad when we've a tight budget to meet. *pouts* But i didnt leave empty handed because i brought home a box of free nuggets. hehhe. Food makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDUixqaybI/AAAAAAAAAL8/q2ni0Dx6W4U/s1600-h/collage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089301272840554930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDUixqaybI/AAAAAAAAAL8/q2ni0Dx6W4U/s320/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise we're in stripes? Talk about telepathy. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-2027880454752634325?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/2027880454752634325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=2027880454752634325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2027880454752634325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2027880454752634325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/mondays-good.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RqDUixqaybI/AAAAAAAAAL8/q2ni0Dx6W4U/s72-c/collage-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-5739899904768189527</id><published>2007-07-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:26:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this quote off a book today. How true is this to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-5739899904768189527?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/5739899904768189527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=5739899904768189527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5739899904768189527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5739899904768189527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/friendship-can-weather-most-things-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7099203080967692589</id><published>2007-07-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:56:00.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched "Kids Say the Darndest Things" on tv? Shame on you if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i've become a host for this programme which aired 3 days a week in Kumon. Kids tell me strange things, some of which i've yet to decipher. This little girl said that i looked like a potato today. -_- Which part of me looks like a potato, may i ask? And i took my "revenge" by poking her dimples! Come on, which teacher would ever do that except me? Don't worry parents. Your child is in safe hands. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the types of kids i've met&lt;br /&gt;1) curse of the golden mouth&lt;br /&gt;2) attack-of-the-machine-gun&lt;br /&gt;3) smart alec&lt;br /&gt;4) devil behind that angelic face&lt;br /&gt;5) smile-like-there-is-no-tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be nice and not mentioned names here. But i believe Teacher Gene might be able to identify some of them. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7099203080967692589?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7099203080967692589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7099203080967692589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7099203080967692589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7099203080967692589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-ever-watched-kids-say-darndest.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7981216721298250015</id><published>2007-07-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:33:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm swamped with work! And this is what i get from procrastinating too much. Fsaf report, ava report, research on gestational diabetes, reorganise myths during pregancy. That's a lot whole to be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dread going to school everyday. But Fri was an exception because i'm visiting Bee Cheng Hiang! Think chicken/pork floss, bak kua. *drools* The ride to Tuas was bumpy and i would have puked if i had taken my breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were told to change into their uniform, boots, face mask and hairnet. (oh! the horror) I feel and LOOK like a production worker. We got the chance to see how chicken floss are processed (only the frying part rather), packaged, inspected using a metal detector. Do you know they supply chicken/pork floss to BreadTalk? And i never knew boiled chicken smelled that bad. Ewwww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No food sampling! Boohooo. Apparently, only enough is produced when orders are received. No bak kua too! I was told that they are only available at the Senoko factory. -__- What a disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Town with dar at night. Did a little shopping but i dont think that's enough to reward myself. hehe. Starbucks til late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Ro_bGuhVrRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KdC3tkZunwo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084523412938140946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Ro_bGuhVrRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KdC3tkZunwo/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm off to watch LiveEarth on msn. Let's go &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greeeeeen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7981216721298250015?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7981216721298250015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7981216721298250015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7981216721298250015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7981216721298250015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-swamped-with-work-and-this-is-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Ro_bGuhVrRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KdC3tkZunwo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-8042150105756133841</id><published>2007-07-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:22:39.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much happened today. My brother broke one of the wooden planks that supports my bed. So now i feel discomfort whenever i lie in bed. I swear i could have punched him right in the face if i wasn't rushing for time. As if my day wasn't bad enough, nls tutorial was cancelled once again. And the worst thing was i wasn't informed. Can you imagine me running up and down, trying to locate my class just like what i did last week? Grrrrr.. So our group got into a heated arguement because of my sudden decision to change the venue of our discussion. Hmmm i shall not go into the details what more mention the people who are involved in this dispute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good at all. It sucks when the first day of the week didn't start off well. Alrights, i'm off to practise my French. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-8042150105756133841?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/8042150105756133841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=8042150105756133841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8042150105756133841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8042150105756133841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-much-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-2471001669560429485</id><published>2007-07-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:07:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tadaa! My long awaited weekends are here. *beams* It is going to be no play, no work but more rest for the sick girl to gear up for the gruelling consultation next week. So i had sore throat after gobbling up most of the donuts. Serve me right for being greedy but who dare say they can resist the temptation of food. Hehee. But what can be worse than catching the flu bug just when i was about to recover. *pouts like mad* Enough of my rambings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee and i got tickets for Khalil Fong's concert. For your info, we didnt have to queue up for them. Apparently, production crew was desperately giving out tickets so that they can pack up for the day. I wouldnt say i know much about Khalil's songs except for 爱爱爱. What's more important than having fun right. Although the concert lasted for a mere 40 minutes, i feel that it was worthwhile. And can you believe that his songs are running in my head? But I still cant accept the fact that he's from HK with the ahemm accent. Ohh i made a bet with Nee to guess his age. Shall check it out after i'm done with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RoaAguhVrQI/AAAAAAAAALs/fX5e0TTJpt8/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081890529266216194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RoaAguhVrQI/AAAAAAAAALs/fX5e0TTJpt8/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be bowling with dar tomorrow, maybe a movie or dinner after that. The poor girl has to be left alone at home while her family enjoy themselves in M'sia because of her expired passport. Alrights, i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-2471001669560429485?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/2471001669560429485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=2471001669560429485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2471001669560429485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2471001669560429485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/07/tadaa-my-long-awaited-weekends-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RoaAguhVrQI/AAAAAAAAALs/fX5e0TTJpt8/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-4107629126020833532</id><published>2007-06-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:58:44.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was bad. My Apfs paper was bad. The day started off quite slowly. My bus took a long time to come. Who says bus drivers dont suffer from monday blues? The journey to school was so much slower than before. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 3 hr break, thinking that i had a tutorial at 1pm. But i was told it was shifted to next week. Grrrr.. Since it was an early day, Nee and i took the bedok reservoir route to the bus stop. It was relaxing but way too hot for my liking. So how was your monday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_uhXjNSoI/AAAAAAAAALk/-KY6Nfj9Q_k/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080041161721989762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_uhXjNSoI/AAAAAAAAALk/-KY6Nfj9Q_k/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yummy little things arrived yesterday. I'm proud to say that i didnt have to queue up for hours for these. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Daddy's going to Israel tomorrow. How exciting! And he was asking me that day if i wanted Korea or Taiwan for our trip this year. I'm spoiled for choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a French test tomorrow. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-4107629126020833532?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/4107629126020833532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=4107629126020833532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/4107629126020833532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/4107629126020833532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-was-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_uhXjNSoI/AAAAAAAAALk/-KY6Nfj9Q_k/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-544860520239949467</id><published>2007-06-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:28:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeek! I can't believe it's Sunday already. Monday blues, go away. Come again another week. *croons* The past few days have been a blast. Good things end fast, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent with the girlies at Chinatown. We had the famous porridge which i felt was overated. I think the coffeeshop opposite school serves yummier porridge which is reasonably priced. Do you realised that my life revolves around food. It's food hunting every week without fail. Nee and i made a pact that we would feast at the end of each month to reward ourselves from mind-torturing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn5z33jNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eJgwCNiLh4I/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079624833362119170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn5z33jNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eJgwCNiLh4I/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn519XjNShI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VBCnLBvSIK8/s1600-h/collage2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079627126874655250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn519XjNShI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VBCnLBvSIK8/s320/collage2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bustling streets at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_q-3jNSnI/AAAAAAAAALc/YIFGpFYNgk8/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080037270481619570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_q-3jNSnI/AAAAAAAAALc/YIFGpFYNgk8/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_lY3jNSiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uDgTpQAGYQM/s1600-h/chinatown+(22.06)+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080031120088451618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_lY3jNSiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uDgTpQAGYQM/s320/chinatown+(22.06)+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have to work on Saturday. Being an extremely nice friend, i accompanied Nee to the temple to draw divinations. So while waiting for the princess' arrival, i went around taking pictures again. Hehe. I think my interest for photography has increased thanks to the girlies who are total camwhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_nwXjNSjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qjFmxwvDgFE/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080033722838633010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_nwXjNSjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qjFmxwvDgFE/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_oA3jNSkI/AAAAAAAAALE/qMPt5tGukMk/s1600-h/23.06+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080034006306474562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_oA3jNSkI/AAAAAAAAALE/qMPt5tGukMk/s320/23.06+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man took the seat beside me and started smoking. The smell was horrible and it stank my hair and clothes. Annoying smoke pipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_p03jNSlI/AAAAAAAAALM/ioQTBOA9FQY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080035999171299922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_p03jNSlI/AAAAAAAAALM/ioQTBOA9FQY/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parklane wanton noodles, mango ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to check out The Central as the temptation to shop at Bugis was too great. Remember that i was supposed to scrimp this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_q2HjNSmI/AAAAAAAAALU/duZyZgFZOYM/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080037120157764194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn_q2HjNSmI/AAAAAAAAALU/duZyZgFZOYM/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekends? 5 more days to the next weekend. Or rather 4 cos no lessons for me on fri! Yippie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-544860520239949467?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/544860520239949467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=544860520239949467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/544860520239949467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/544860520239949467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/eeek-i-cant-believe-its-sunday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rn5z33jNSgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eJgwCNiLh4I/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-6824199853068923784</id><published>2007-06-22T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:17:57.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was brought down memory lane once again. It seems like yesterday that koonie and i shared our little gossips in the classroom. But, a few years have passed. The settings have changed but the person and feelings remained the same. Days spent with koonie brought me back to yesteryear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most wonderful Thurs, every moment is still running in my head now. Although this week did not go as planned, Koonie and i embarked on our "girls-only-day" to Vivo for some serious shopping. Pull &amp; Bear was having a clearance sale. I bought a sweater bearing in mind i do not have excess this month. No pain, no gain, what's more it's the GSS. hehee. Let's welcome the week to scrimp. (: Koonie emerged as the biggest spender of the day! I'm going to defeat her someday! *arms with $10 topshop voucher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine having to spend the whole day with aching tummy and rubbery legs? That's the result of walking and laughing excessively with koonie. Oh wait you hear her LAME jokes.&lt;br /&gt;From the broken shades to drowning boys to squashed fats. Goshh i can't help laughing right up to this minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more important than food to complete the day? We settled for Breko at Holland V after contemplating for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuC53jNSdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfj_67aUFOk/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078796935466142162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuC53jNSdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfj_67aUFOk/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuDInjNSeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1BWHjO2oKJY/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078797188869212642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuDInjNSeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1BWHjO2oKJY/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt7sHjNSSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QHPtbwmnMi4/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078789002661546274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt7sHjNSSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QHPtbwmnMi4/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a shot taken off Red Light District&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Models of the nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt8F3jNSTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WlT5dsj5l1Q/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078789445043177778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt8F3jNSTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WlT5dsj5l1Q/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt8wXjNSUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DG-fIKfiQdo/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078790175187618114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt8wXjNSUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DG-fIKfiQdo/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt9wHjNSVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/b71KlgcoJpU/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078791270404278610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rnt9wHjNSVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/b71KlgcoJpU/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morzerella toast, tic tac toe, baked potato (toppings: bacon, mushroom, spring onion, celery. eek!), some mango &amp; lemon drink. Surprise surprise, this drink gives a tinge of sourness every sip you take which results from the gradual melting of the crushed frozen lemonjuice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stuffed ourselves silly with the food. But the day does not end without camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuBc3jNSZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E5E292SYV_E/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078795337738307986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuBc3jNSZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E5E292SYV_E/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuBzHjNSaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mXK5ygeWUY4/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078795719990397346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuBzHjNSaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mXK5ygeWUY4/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic us. Where's the halo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuB8njNSbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yfaZoBvuI78/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078795883199154610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuB8njNSbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yfaZoBvuI78/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk why never "park" your hair properly huh. now everyone knows who's ever ready for the cam. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuCZnjNScI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LTbY9B_G_XY/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078796381415360962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuCZnjNScI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LTbY9B_G_XY/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuD33jNSfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZcmSFVJg504/s1600-h/holland+v+(21.06)+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078798000618031602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuD33jNSfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZcmSFVJg504/s320/holland+v+(21.06)+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My term break has come to an end. I would say it was a short yet fulfilling one. But one thing for sure, i had more fun than work done this break. Oh the horror when i return to school. The next term seems to be an arduous journey but i'm looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls' and my little catchup at Chinatown later. It's good to get away from urban life once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-6824199853068923784?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/6824199853068923784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=6824199853068923784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6824199853068923784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6824199853068923784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-brought-down-memory-lane-once.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnuC53jNSdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfj_67aUFOk/s72-c/holland+v+(21.06)+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-6920577548769936299</id><published>2007-06-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:52:15.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your teacher asking you this question when you were in kindergarden?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember writing an essay on this when you were in primary school?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember talking about this in front of your class in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm still at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a doctor in kindergarden.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a netball coach in pri school.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a gynaecologist in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a guest relations officer in sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a researcher in food technology in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that i'm doing nutrition, i've no idea what i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should let God decide the route for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i should follow what the horoscope says. To be someone in the healthcare profession/creative fields.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i should just follow my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-6920577548769936299?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/6920577548769936299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=6920577548769936299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6920577548769936299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6920577548769936299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-ambition.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7093784097135754529</id><published>2007-06-18T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:12:00.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought i can get away without ironing the clothes again tonight. But to my horror, daddy bought an &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORANGE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;steam iron from Courts earlier. I noticed that daddy's choice of colours has broaden, or rather gotten bolder. First it was the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pale green&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;toilet bowl seat, then the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rings files he bought for his office and now the steam iron. What's next?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boxers perhaps. Ohh that reminds me, he has plenty of boxers in bold prints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My lecturer once told the class that men go through andropause at certain point in life. Andropause is somewhat like menopause where there would be a change in preferences, emotions. Hehe, i used to think the women get them all (menses, pregnancy, menopause). But the men have their fair share too. Oh wait, there is masculine and feminine for French too. I know i don't make any sense here, but i want to bring French into the picture. Awwww i miss Jerome! Can't wait for French tutorial next Tues, but that would mean French listening and writing test. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee was supposed to come over to my place today. But something cropped up at the very last minute and our initial plan was cancelled. The day was Boring with a capital B. It was another one of the stay-home days where i would eat, sleep and watch tv. And for the record, i ate two ba zhangs, one for breakfast and one for dinner. Just when i decided i can no longer stay home, i called koonie to ask her out. But the poor girl was working. *pats pats* It started raining even before we could decide on where to go. How bad can my day get huh. Tomorrow's gonna be a better day, no monday blues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7093784097135754529?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7093784097135754529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7093784097135754529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7093784097135754529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7093784097135754529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-thought-i-can-get-away-without.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-3754432032682393444</id><published>2007-06-17T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:21:55.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour readers! Rejoice, for yours truly has finally made her virgin visit to Holland Village. Hehee. Shame on me for saying that i've visited every corner of Singapore. So my Friday night was spent dining at Essential Brew, "sightseeing", camwhoring. And not forgetting to check out the exact location of Wala Wala. See how meticulous i can be at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much raved Wala Wala was a tad disappointing. The place isn't exactly big, congested i would say. But the number of people chilling out there was amazing, no joke. Ehh but it's a Friday night, no big deal. A plus point would be Caucasians make up majority of the patrons there. So if you're thinking of hitting on some guys, CHECK OUT WALA WALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh pictures for Essential Brew will be up soon. Cos there's a need for major photoshopping to be done due to bad lighting. I've leave you with the nightlife of Holland V then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQnlXjNSMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eO1qOR8oWXU/s1600-h/holland+v+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076726202883721410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQnlXjNSMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eO1qOR8oWXU/s320/holland+v+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQncnjNSLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qhs3nXtQ8w8/s1600-h/holland+v+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076726052559866034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQncnjNSLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qhs3nXtQ8w8/s320/holland+v+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQn73jNSNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8YkGM76XciA/s1600-h/holland+v+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076726589430778066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQn73jNSNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8YkGM76XciA/s320/holland+v+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQoEXjNSOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6iLxHHletJ8/s1600-h/holland+v+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076726735459666146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQoEXjNSOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6iLxHHletJ8/s320/holland+v+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQoNnjNSPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q26ngcbM1ug/s1600-h/holland+v+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076726894373456114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQoNnjNSPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q26ngcbM1ug/s320/holland+v+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala Wala, or rather Bala Bala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schedule for next week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon-cooking&amp;amp;gaming at my place with nee&lt;br /&gt;Tues-kumon&lt;br /&gt;Wed-kumon&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- baking with koon&lt;br /&gt;Fri- dumplings at Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;Sat-&lt;br /&gt;Sun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make an appointment with me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-3754432032682393444?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/3754432032682393444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=3754432032682393444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3754432032682393444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3754432032682393444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/bonjour-readers-rejoice-for-yours-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RnQnlXjNSMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eO1qOR8oWXU/s72-c/holland+v+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-2414918491312803761</id><published>2007-06-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:45:26.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/eg547qgHTr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eg547qgHTr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this song. Everybody go ella ella eh eh~~ under my umbrella~~ hehee. I'll flash my umbrella the next time it rains and impress everyone with my moves. And if you happened to be the lucky one, you can stand under my umbrella. (: I hold the highest record of NOT bringing an umbrella no matter rain or shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-2414918491312803761?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/2414918491312803761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=2414918491312803761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2414918491312803761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2414918491312803761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-love-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-8849019769188288027</id><published>2007-05-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:14:45.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehee. Thanks Zuhairi for the reminder that i need major spring cleaning in my blog. =P School and work do shit to my body. I've reduced to a lethargic brat now. What i need are FOOD, TV, SLEEP. I think my bed is amazing. No matter how late i get home everyday, i can hear her calling out to me. "Come master, you need those well-deserved rest after a tiring day." haha. You probably think i'm hallucinating but hell NO! Do you realise you always want to stay in bed longer/snap at the damn alarm clock which woke you up from your sweet dreams/drool on your bedsheets (this might sound gross, but it's a form of affection)/bark at anyone who makes a mess out of her/roar at those eating near/on your bed? If you have any of the mentioned symptoms then CONGRATS! I hearby declare that you have develop feelings for your bed. (: You're not hallucinating, but you REALLY need acupuncure for your ears if you can't listen your bed's inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although my days with been packed with school and work, i need a life tooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night fever at Vivo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjGNXjNR_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PtcVSgDlf-w/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073522913195149298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjGNXjNR_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PtcVSgDlf-w/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The honoured girls who managed to snap a photo with their lovely teacher (yes yes, the one with the file in her hand). *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjHIXjNSAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5mRBEGHfBG0/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073523926807431170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjHIXjNSAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5mRBEGHfBG0/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wo-deng-dao-hua-er-ye-xie-liao look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjH53jNSBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0HI2VumWt-8/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073524777210955794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjH53jNSBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0HI2VumWt-8/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See what see?!" Wahh fierce, look at those fists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjJfHjNSDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ifrno8Xbd5Y/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073526516672710706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjJfHjNSDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ifrno8Xbd5Y/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm Nee in an awkward position. I suggest she does a spilt for us next time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjJInjNSCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/naXxrk7HGiU/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073526130125654050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjJInjNSCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/naXxrk7HGiU/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the missing one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjLKHjNSEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QskJQC13kOc/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073528354918713410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjLKHjNSEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QskJQC13kOc/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjLonjNSFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VMfrzwDGXmw/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073528878904723538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjLonjNSFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VMfrzwDGXmw/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjSMHjNSKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/q2I5Z2sI2Uk/s1600-h/vivo+(2.6.07)+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073536085859846306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjSMHjNSKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/q2I5Z2sI2Uk/s320/vivo+(2.6.07)+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took 101 escalator shots, but only a few turned out decent. And if you noticed, people are slowly disappearing in each photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been insane lately. It's sweltering hot now but it can rain cats and dogs later. But Koonie &amp; I battled through shops after shops in Bugis and left the place empty-handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner at Sketchers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sketchers has a rather interesting concept whereby you can create your own pasta. Choose your desired pasta type, ingredients, sauce and degree of spiciness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjOwHjNSHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WV-84BfIJd0/s1600-h/07.06+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073532306288625778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjOwHjNSHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WV-84BfIJd0/s320/07.06+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koonie with her extremely spicy pasta. Omg, it's 5x spicier than my yu pian mi fen with chilli padi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjPOXjNSII/AAAAAAAAAHc/VVCEROAYE1Q/s1600-h/07.06+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073532825979668610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjPOXjNSII/AAAAAAAAAHc/VVCEROAYE1Q/s320/07.06+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The couple. Haha. I realised i can easily recognise Wayne on the streets. Thanks to his flat hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjP8njNSJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JhH9lPKZmKQ/s1600-h/07.06+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073533620548618386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjP8njNSJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JhH9lPKZmKQ/s320/07.06+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meilleur ami, it means best friend in French! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my long awaited term break is here. I think it's enough to last me for two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a list of things i want to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stuff myself with more food &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get ample sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cablecar rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-DVDs marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Visit PS. Cafe,Oosh (someone please tell me how i can get there without a car!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Replies to tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koonie:&lt;/strong&gt; I was thinking of shutting down my blog for good. But i realised i've feelings for it although it's just a few posts. hehe. I'll bring you for mango ice the next time we meet. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urnix:&lt;/strong&gt; Ehh we didnt talk much that day! When can i see you again cute one? Please bring some buffalo wings on your next visit okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley:&lt;/strong&gt; I was wondering who it was. And i thought it was Ash from Pokemon! Anyway, what's wrong with your nick is MSN lately? Emo-ing at work huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teresa:&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe. I'll link you too. Thanks for popping by. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuhairi:&lt;/strong&gt; Wahhh salesman of the year ehh. I thought my blog was dead so i can leave it alone. But i didnt know i've ardent readers like you. (: I shall continue updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shan: &lt;/strong&gt;GSS started for so long. But i've barely shop! Anyway, nee &amp;amp; I thought that we should meet up on every friday of the week! Let me know okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-8849019769188288027?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/8849019769188288027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=8849019769188288027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8849019769188288027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8849019769188288027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/05/hehehee.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RmjGNXjNR_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PtcVSgDlf-w/s72-c/vivo+(2.6.07)+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-8967102342028668478</id><published>2007-05-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:14:03.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour! For the first time in two weeks or so, I've decided that i'm ready to start blogging proper. So school's been keeping me busy with long lab hours, report submissions and quizzes. It's a vicious cycle which is taking its toll on me physically and mentally. I realised that i'm breaking out a lot, sleeping so much earlier than before, snapping at others hell lot. I need my holidays soon! Shall move onto happier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else excites me other that shopping lately. Nee and I made a trip down town for Isetan Private Sale. Who dare say shopping isn't every girl's favourite pastime huh? I returned home with two new tops but 60 bucks poorer. It's amazing how i managed to blow closed to 300 bucks in just three weeks. Oh no, my spending power is starting to increase. Somebody shoot me. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8goZMamwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A8P4GI2i33o/s1600-h/CCN+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066303984144915202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8goZMamwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A8P4GI2i33o/s320/CCN+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8o25MamyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OYFTMLCOcms/s1600-h/CCN+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066313029346040610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8o25MamyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OYFTMLCOcms/s320/CCN+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8gw5MamxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PmpoWbLjBEs/s1600-h/CCN+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066304130173803282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8gw5MamxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PmpoWbLjBEs/s320/CCN+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we treated ourselves to PepperLunch after the "workout".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCN day was a disappointment. The only consolation was the big, red balloon from tpsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8qeZMamzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DXk02Nq9SLo/s1600-h/CCN+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066314807462501170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8qeZMamzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DXk02Nq9SLo/s320/CCN+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8reZMam0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/VCnQMNz2IxY/s1600-h/CCN+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066315906974128962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8reZMam0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/VCnQMNz2IxY/s320/CCN+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before i forget. We played Lotto during French lecture that day. =D&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh i regret not putting in more effort for French. Or i would have gotten jerome's number. *pouts like mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. Bonne nuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Replies to tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urnix-&lt;/strong&gt; yay! saw you in school that day. almost gave you a big, bear hug la cute one. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;koon-&lt;/strong&gt; hehe. it goes to show how long you've not visited my blog la. let's go out soon! my laughter bag's almost empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;van-&lt;/strong&gt; tsk i want 9999 roses. jerome will always be in my heart. *winks* i'm soooo jealous he made coffee/hot chocolate for your class la! )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shan-&lt;/strong&gt; French's cool! does it ring a bell? hehe. let me know if we're still meeting next week okay. &lt;strong&gt;nee-&lt;/strong&gt; haha. cool ehh. everyone's starting to converse in French. jerome's gonna be really happy. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-8967102342028668478?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/8967102342028668478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=8967102342028668478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8967102342028668478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8967102342028668478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/05/bonjour-for-first-time-in-two-weeks-or.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rk8goZMamwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A8P4GI2i33o/s72-c/CCN+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7146530321947165567</id><published>2007-05-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:19:33.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5-Day Activity Record&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 (mon)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hr of Apfs lecture followed by macs breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by vivo to check out on RiverIsland sale.&lt;br /&gt;Returned home with a depleted bank account, deep V sweater, skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 (tues)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day=no school!&lt;br /&gt;Did Fsaf research only to realise that going through heaps of information makes me drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;Crunchyrolled. Completed the whole series of Golden Faith. Started on Dicey Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 (wed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended mon chéri french lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Apfs tutorial. Salmonella being pronounced as Sar-mo-neh-la, cereus as cereal.&lt;br /&gt;Played around with FoodWorks. nls has got to be one of the most unbearable subject.&lt;br /&gt;Kumon-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Pay Day!&lt;br /&gt;Late dinner at S11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 (thurs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of pbpn. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;Skipped lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Attended mon chéri tutorial. Bonjour! Comment tu t'appelles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5 (fri)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Jupiter Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;NEWater trip.&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of Dicey Business in the library.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour bus trip to National Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Billy Bombers for dinner. Overpriced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my life has been pretty mundane. Perhaps i should get some spices from the FPP to enhance my otherwise bland "soup". The things which i look forward to every week are mon chéri lessons and the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RjtjQLgabFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d0ImT_Rb9mk/s1600-h/fridays+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060747735898680402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RjtjQLgabFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d0ImT_Rb9mk/s320/fridays+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rjti9rgabEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e3OfwAMWNNQ/s1600-h/fridays+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7146530321947165567?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7146530321947165567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7146530321947165567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7146530321947165567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7146530321947165567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-day-activity-record-day-1-mon-1-hr-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RjtjQLgabFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d0ImT_Rb9mk/s72-c/fridays+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-9179798933274015780</id><published>2007-04-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:09:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 10.45am now and i'm blogging at work. My tummy's growling but there's still 1hr15mins to lunch. &gt;:( 7 more hours to meeting dar for town. I know how it feels like to start counting down to lunchbreaks, time to leave for home and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back to school. First week of school = too many changes in timetable, very few lectures, NO tutorials and labs, NO eyecandies (boohoo!), very few lunch buddies, too much time to spare. Moving on. Jerome's taking me for French. Jerome est chaud. I'm beyond excited. Hehee. bonjour. mon nom est goeyaeng. I might even blog in French someday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short one to prove my existence. I'll be back for more updates on Jerome. *cheeky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-9179798933274015780?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/9179798933274015780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=9179798933274015780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/9179798933274015780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/9179798933274015780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-6184221919653455709</id><published>2007-04-20T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:04:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phone meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) What is the phone brand? Nokia 3230&lt;br /&gt;02) What are the last 3 digits of your mobile number? 975&lt;br /&gt;03) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say? Haha. Workable. Shan say de. (Nee)&lt;br /&gt;04) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M? Mansor&lt;br /&gt;05) Who's the last person you rang? Mummy&lt;br /&gt;06) Who was your last missed call from? Mummy (see how much i love mummy!)&lt;br /&gt;07) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D? Deborah&lt;br /&gt;08) What does the last message in your inbox say? Wait huh i doing the wireless for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;09)Who comes up under J? Jacq Tan, Jacq Goh, Janelle, Jasmine, Jianxun, Jiawen, Joanne, Jue&lt;br /&gt;      Hui, JueXiu, Junyi, Justin&lt;br /&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items - what does the 10th message say? I'll wait at the control station.&lt;br /&gt;11) Who's the 4th person who comes up under S? Sandra&lt;br /&gt;12) Who's your network provider? Singtel&lt;br /&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox? 78&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you have as your background? myself (narcissim at its best)&lt;br /&gt;15) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R? Ray&lt;br /&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3? i dont use that.&lt;br /&gt;17) If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have? What's that? Something like&lt;br /&gt;       prepaid card?&lt;br /&gt;18) Who's the first person who comes up under C? Camilia&lt;br /&gt;19) How many bars of signal do you currently have? Full&lt;br /&gt;20) What do you have as your main ringtone? Ehh seriously my phone's switched to silent mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-6184221919653455709?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/6184221919653455709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=6184221919653455709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6184221919653455709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6184221919653455709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/04/phone-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-5705698170413135518</id><published>2007-04-20T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:38:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Windows Media Player, iPod etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - OPENING CREDITS: Goodies-Ciara&lt;br /&gt;02 - WAKING UP: Waiting On The World To Change-John Mayer (haha, dream on.)&lt;br /&gt;03 - FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL: 我们-Energy (awwww i miss shan &amp; wen already! no lunch&lt;br /&gt;         breaks together! no more ogling at Jerome!)  &lt;br /&gt;04 - FALLING IN LOVE: Hurt-Christina Aguilera (what?! why not christina aguilera's &lt;br /&gt;         beautiful?)&lt;br /&gt;05 - FIGHT SONG: All The Small Things-Blink182&lt;br /&gt;06 - BREAKING UP: Leave (Get Out)-JoJo (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;07 - PROM: Hips Dont Lie-Shakira ft Wyclef Jean&lt;br /&gt;08 - LIFE: Suga Suga-Baby Bash&lt;br /&gt;09 - MENTAL BREAKDOWN: Bring Me To Life-Evanescence (damn true!)&lt;br /&gt;10 - DRIVING: The Take Over, The Break's Over-Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;11 - FLASHBACK: Far Away-Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;12 - WEDDING: Home-Michael Buble (think angmoh husband, wedding by the beach!)&lt;br /&gt;13 - BIRTH OF CHILD: Sway-Pussycat Dolls (i can't imagine swaying my child. i think atomic&lt;br /&gt;        kitten's cradle would be more suitable for this header)&lt;br /&gt;14 - FINAL BATTLE: It Ends Tonight-The All-American Rejects (damn true. get off my back&lt;br /&gt;        losers!)&lt;br /&gt;15 - DEATH SCENE: Sad Tango-Rain (awww Rain sends me off on my last journey)&lt;br /&gt;16 - FUNERAL SONG: Irreplaceable-Beyonce (please sing this for me, thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;17 - END CREDITS: Girls &amp; Boys-Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this. It's FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-5705698170413135518?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/5705698170413135518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=5705698170413135518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5705698170413135518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/5705698170413135518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-3306829943942386872</id><published>2007-04-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:24:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Event: Wayne's birthday&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14 Apr&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2pm till late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad rush to Cine Kbox after work. I was late for more than an hour. Boohoo! Blame those never-ending corrections/classwork/homework that i've to mark. ): Nevertheless i had fun screaming my lungs out, laughing at koon&amp;buibui's silly jokes, cam whoring. It would be perfect if only the servers were more efficient when it comes to taking orders, serving drinks and refilling snacks. Hungry&amp;amp;thirsty me=grumpy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring when we got out of Cine. Tsk, wayne should at least hired a mini bus to fetch us to his place. Joking. I guess the poor boy has to starve for weeks after subsidising everyone for kbox. Hehe. Thanks bday boy! My heels are soaked from walking in the rain. Not that i'm complaining. =D We managed to squeeze into the jam-packed train heading for cityhall. Yay to the kanchiong aunties/uncles or rather aunty. And before i forget, this Caucasian who boarded the train at the very last minute placed his hand on my waist and someone elses' (i cant remember who) to avoid being squashed by the door. Boy oh boy I wasnt pissed with him for pushing. Cos he reminded me of my darling French lecturer in school. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out in the kitchen. It was the first time i see Wayne at work. Dressed in oversized clothes, armed with a towel for wiping perspiration, he resembles the zhi cha uncles you see in coffeeshops. Opps. Played Pictionary. I concluded that i cant draw for nuts. Hmmm maybe i can draw NUTS. hehehe. Arghhhh, my team (consists of KOON, newl, junwen, i) had to wear thick jackets and drink some specially formulated drink (ewwww it gives a bitter aftertaste) as forfeits. The night ended with me being flushed from champagne and reaching home at a record breaking time of 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo with junyi today. Shopped and got myself a pair of heels. 10 bucks! Cheap thrills. We had the intention of queueing up for free B&amp;J cones but the LONG queue was a turn off. *shakes head* Sakae Sushi for dinner. Wootwoot! Another 140 bucks to my membership! (: Oh yeah, i saw Russ &amp;amp; Duncan today. I bet shan's green with envy. Sigh, Duncan's a disappointment. Boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.25am. I've to work tomorrow. *groans* Nights world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-3306829943942386872?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/3306829943942386872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=3306829943942386872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3306829943942386872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/3306829943942386872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/04/event-waynes-birthday-date-14-apr-time.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-6057414052328875081</id><published>2007-04-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:58:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's evident from my lack of updates how lazy i am about blogging! Nevertheless i shall be the nice girl i am to let my readers know what i've been up to the past week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware. Photos overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea shopping with dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLGCFh07I/AAAAAAAAAEM/undcfkoXXo4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080655339901874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLGCFh07I/AAAAAAAAAEM/undcfkoXXo4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLQyFh08I/AAAAAAAAAEU/X5Zcdpo8MJI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080840023495618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLQyFh08I/AAAAAAAAAEU/X5Zcdpo8MJI/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLlCFh09I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JnGl7wamDzU/s1600-h/untitled+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081187915846610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLlCFh09I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JnGl7wamDzU/s320/untitled+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkMNiFh0-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ekJWgaTAuMU/s1600-h/untitled+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081883700548578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkMNiFh0-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ekJWgaTAuMU/s320/untitled+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkNTyFh0_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/o-9YWQVsESU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051083090586358770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkNTyFh0_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/o-9YWQVsESU/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkNrCFh1AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hFrscxp-PSA/s1600-h/ikea+01.04+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051083490018317314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkNrCFh1AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hFrscxp-PSA/s320/ikea+01.04+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i ought to be shot for not blogging lately. So please make do with another round of photos. heh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we goooo. Wheeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town with Koon &amp; co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkP4iFh1BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BIOqkZN3BPg/s1600-h/yx%27s+bday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051085920969806866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkP4iFh1BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BIOqkZN3BPg/s320/yx%27s+bday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkQkyFh1CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yBkFlgFBViY/s1600-h/yx%27s+bday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051086681179018274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkQkyFh1CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yBkFlgFBViY/s320/yx%27s+bday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rh5Sv8Zez_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dp-59_KZkW4/s1600-h/DSC04010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052566815576608754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rh5Sv8Zez_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dp-59_KZkW4/s320/DSC04010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rh5TEsZe0AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q8Pj2aka5LI/s1600-h/yx%27s+bday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052567172058894338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rh5TEsZe0AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q8Pj2aka5LI/s320/yx%27s+bday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My readers should be apeased by now. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Terrible day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella decided to drop by after we left office. Seriously what's wrong with her. She took the whole day to drag her lazy ass down and blamed me for not giving her a call. I finally understood what mummy meant by drawing a circle around someone. Give me more shit and i'll make your life hell. You mark my words. Genie and I are in the midst of plotting against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought the kids at Kumon would make my otherwise shitty day better, i was piled with more shit again. Anne was in a foul mood. Lesson 1: never step on someone's tail when dark clouds are looming. Lesson 2: try to make minimal mistakes although i would pretty much want everything to be perfect. Arghhh if only my kids are as diligent as BRANDON and Sherlyn . *pouts like mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this shit will only stop piling at Mount Everest huh. Genie and i discovered this indian man who resembles Pani lying unconsciously on the pavement after late dinner. Seriously i'm wondering if he was drunk/fell off the stairs/being robbed at this point of time. Refer to Genie's blog for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for more updates this weekend. That's if i've the discipline. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koon: I just hope that even once we're back to school, we can take time to meet up and enjoy each other's company. Real friends stay friends no matter what comes our way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen&amp;amp;Shan: I'm going to miss your presence in school. Boohoo! Let's meet up on weekends alright. I need to know what's going on in miserable working life. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee: What more do i have to say huh. I see you everyday without fail, even on weekends! OMGGG helpppppppp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-6057414052328875081?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/6057414052328875081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=6057414052328875081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6057414052328875081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/6057414052328875081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-evident-from-my-lack-of-updates-how.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RhkLGCFh07I/AAAAAAAAAEM/undcfkoXXo4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-1028609569473114550</id><published>2007-03-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:34:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent updated proper for some time, so here's a picture post to prove my existence. Yes, i'm still alive. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6Bpl7xW7I/AAAAAAAAADU/2nhoSBVJm4c/s1600-h/oh+crazy+day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048114783886334898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6Bpl7xW7I/AAAAAAAAADU/2nhoSBVJm4c/s320/oh+crazy+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling koon! She claims that objects magnify with her new funky glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6Dil7xW8I/AAAAAAAAADc/JXp2kErO7pc/s1600-h/oh+crazy+day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116862650506178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6Dil7xW8I/AAAAAAAAADc/JXp2kErO7pc/s320/oh+crazy+day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intellectual looking. oei i'm getting new glasses soon okay. showoff! hpmfff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6En17xW9I/AAAAAAAAADk/vAz_98Kq-6c/s1600-h/oh+crazy+day+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048118052356447186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6En17xW9I/AAAAAAAAADk/vAz_98Kq-6c/s320/oh+crazy+day+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;koon's expression=priceless. this is what you get when you choked on wasabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI i've named this album oh crazy day. crazy day indeed. window shopping. dining at sakae. train rides. cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl's a keeper for sure. You've no idea how much we went through together. From bounce bounce bounce the ball to the contagious laughter we've now. It's funny how we managed to understand one another's jokes even though we dont meet up often. Is that chemistry? Ahhh i cant think of a suitable word for that. But you get my drift. Friendships can be so bizarre at times, so bizarre that it's hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i've no intentions of blogging tonight. That explains for this short post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-1028609569473114550?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/1028609569473114550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=1028609569473114550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1028609569473114550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1028609569473114550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-havent-updated-proper-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/Rg6Bpl7xW7I/AAAAAAAAADU/2nhoSBVJm4c/s72-c/oh+crazy+day+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-8119384014935945585</id><published>2007-03-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:24:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was telling dar last night that i took more than an hour to blog each time. Blogging is becoming mundane lately. Well, that's just my perspective, or maybe that's just lazy girl talking. Somehow my puny brain can't organise simple thoughts which i intend to share with my readers. Dang! I'm playing flying fingers as i'm typing. In short, i've lost interest in blogging. Spare me this agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 most played&lt;br /&gt;Lie About Us-Avant feat. Nicole Scherzinger&lt;br /&gt;It Ends Tonight-The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Waiting On the World to Change-John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Rooftops-Lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;What Goes Around-Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;专属天使-Tank&lt;br /&gt;Over My Head-The Fray&lt;br /&gt;Only Human-K&lt;br /&gt;天使-五月天&lt;br /&gt;Time Is Running Out-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought long and hard about it. Won't be listening to Hana by Orange Range again. Ever wondered why i love 00:58 of this song? Not Ryo who sang this part but his voice who reminded me of you. I intended to put this behind me and let it remain one of my darkest secrets. But i think i need a vault to let it all out now. No one knows anything about you, not even happyTHREEfriends. Wen asked me to share about my lovelife, but somehow i managed to brush this question aside everytime. It's not that i'm ashamed to talk about you. But talking about it brings back painful memories. I wouldn't say what happened back then but i've to admit i WAS infatuated with you. It's funny how we're able to talk about anything even though we've a huge age gap. That's probably the reason why i prefer older guys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you i'm no longer the sweet young thang i was back then, one who would be taken in by your sweet nothings. You never took it seriously. We drifted apart. Before i knew it, you were leaving for Aussie. You called me out of the blue when you were there. I was over the moon. You called to wish me on my birthday. I was delirious. It's the little things that you do that made me start thinking if i should welcome you back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down i miss you to bits but i never work up the courage to tell you. I love the times we spent together and how comforting your presence is. But what's left now is only a cold, hard nick in my contact list. I wish you could just take the effort to ask how i've been and all. Is it that tough? Did i hurt you so badly that you find it not possible to strike a conversation with me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, affairs of the heart. I wish i wouldn't have anything to do with it again. So much for wanting a HOT boyfriend. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot missed call me in the middle of the night. It was an unknown no so i smsed to ask who he/she is. I wasn't able to convince him that i' not his dumb friend kev. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: kev rite?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No i'm not&lt;br /&gt;I: Oh den i'm sorry. u sure u nt kev? dun play leh&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why wld i joke with you? I'm pretty sure i'm not kev.&lt;br /&gt;I: Okok sorry i tink i got e wrong person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I took more than two hours to blog. It's already 1.24am. My brain cells sure need some rest. Nighto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-8119384014935945585?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/8119384014935945585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=8119384014935945585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8119384014935945585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/8119384014935945585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-telling-dar-last-night-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-931281407748849768</id><published>2007-03-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:44:03.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wootwoot, i'm back after a long hiatus. The past week was... HECTIC. Birthday celebrations, meetup with secondary school peeps, crying over one litre of tears, mugging for pbpn, running errands, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with dar on sat. Poor dar has to make her way down from Ikea Tampines to Citylink. But poor me had to wait closed to two hours for her! Treated our rumbling tummies to Swensens. I swear Swensens has become our favourite place to dine besides Breeks, KFC. Caught The Messengers after late dinner. The movie was alright, not too impressive. Sleepy me dozed off every now and then. Irritable me got pissed with those jokers in the cinema who screamed/made dumb comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQSC9N6V8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8myE3DsGQ9U/s1600-h/bday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045177324563748802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQSC9N6V8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8myE3DsGQ9U/s320/bday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing herself silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQT9NN6V9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Hv4wHvPKHxc/s1600-h/bday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045179424802756562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQT9NN6V9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Hv4wHvPKHxc/s320/bday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary ice cream. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Chompchomp with koon, junyi, cam &amp; jas. Finally had the chance to give koon her long overdue present. I hope she likes it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQVrdN6V-I/AAAAAAAAADM/C9ETWrOapAw/s1600-h/chomp+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045181318883334114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQVrdN6V-I/AAAAAAAAADM/C9ETWrOapAw/s320/chomp+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heartwarming when i read the card koon wrote. Teared a lil. (nah, kidding!) I was reminded of days when we laughed over lame jokes, caught eating in class, live jukebox (bong &amp;amp; karwee), hiding TYS/textbooks in the metal cabinet, shamsul's HUGE eyes, issac staring into space, copying koon's homework, megawati talking about her lavish lifestyle, xiaodi vandalising the tables, jx labeled as JERK, shihan calling me tongzhi (vice versa). I would say our corner is the most happening man. hehehe. If only i could travel back in time and recollect everything where it started from. Sigh! I miss everyone! The memories are here to stay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pbpn supp is over and done with. I had weird dreams about the paper, mdm kalpana. Seriously, pbpn is the bane of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.43am. Alright world, i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-931281407748849768?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/931281407748849768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=931281407748849768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/931281407748849768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/931281407748849768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/wootwoot-im-back-after-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RgQSC9N6V8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8myE3DsGQ9U/s72-c/bday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-7102795739082762707</id><published>2007-03-17T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T15:22:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is crazy. I'm blogging when i have possibly a million other things to do. :/ Oh well, what's done's done. Sorry Mdm Kalpana! I promise i'll hit the books once my birthday celebrations are over. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HappyTHREEfriends (private joke) and I had lunch at Yuki Yaki yesterday. Awesome food. We stuffed ourselves silly and could barely move. Though i think the ice cream teppanyaki could have rounded up the meal very nicely. :/ A little shopping at Topshop. Nothing i fancy, not even the TOPguys. *looks at wen* Nee had her eyes fixed on this tunic and i coerced her into trying it on. We spent quite some time there, with this pair of eyes fixed intently on us. Apparently, this 'topguy' was following us around. How irritating can one get. Ahem, definitely not my kind.&lt;br /&gt;Arcaded (i wonder if there's such a word) at suntec. We're still kids in the midst of growing up laa. Shooting hoops, DAYTONA, spot the difference?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls made me a video. Everyone say AWWWWWWWW. I &lt;3 them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfuJSsSMRtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UjYl9oKx5ns/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775161989514962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfuJSsSMRtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UjYl9oKx5ns/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. Gonna meet dar later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-7102795739082762707?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/7102795739082762707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=7102795739082762707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7102795739082762707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/7102795739082762707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfuJSsSMRtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UjYl9oKx5ns/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-464503465968580169</id><published>2007-03-13T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:10:14.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received an unexpected email from a friend today. Sadly, i would not disclose the contents of it here. =D But it made me wonder if i've ever done my part as a friend. To xiaodi: We dont talk much these days despite you being once my gossiping partner in sec school. Deep down, i know our friendship is rock-solid. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I've been rather reflective lately. So let me share something complicated yet powerful to my readers out there. EMOTION. What do you understand from this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e·mo·tion:&lt;br /&gt;A mental state that arises spontaneously rather than through conscious effort and is often accompanied by physiological changes; a feeling: the emotions of joy, sorrow, reverence, hate, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be surprised that animals, like humans experience emotions too. A mare neighs incessantly for her lost youngs, meerkats sacrifice their own safety by staying with sick or injured family members so that the fatally ill will not die alone are forms of expressing emotions. But the only difference between humans and animals is humans tend to hold onto emotions, bear grudges and allow emotions to build, such as anger into hate. Humans can conceal their emotions so well that i find them imbecile at times. Are you thinking what i'm thinking B2? haha. Okay, this doesnt make any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was good. Nothing much happened really. But it seems that good weekends are the ones where nothing much happens. Education fair was boring with a capital B. Sunday was spent watching sappy taiwanese dramas and shopping for steamboat ingredients. I'm tired. Shall leave you with the pictures to do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWKGsSMRmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXXySdaDEpQ/s1600-h/feast+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041087205482448482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWKGsSMRmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXXySdaDEpQ/s320/feast+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muddy mud pieeeeee. YUMS &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWK2cSMRnI/AAAAAAAAACE/stgG19Om53U/s1600-h/feast+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041088025821202034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWK2cSMRnI/AAAAAAAAACE/stgG19Om53U/s320/feast+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat. Can you believe CNY's over and we're still at it? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWL3sSMRpI/AAAAAAAAACU/3J-6fVRMeyQ/s1600-h/feast+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041089146807666322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWL3sSMRpI/AAAAAAAAACU/3J-6fVRMeyQ/s320/feast+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm famished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWMRsSMRqI/AAAAAAAAACc/Usam1XErKYg/s1600-h/feast+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041089593484265122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWMRsSMRqI/AAAAAAAAACc/Usam1XErKYg/s320/feast+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWMosSMRrI/AAAAAAAAACk/6jwV8BJeL7w/s1600-h/feast+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041089988621256370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWMosSMRrI/AAAAAAAAACk/6jwV8BJeL7w/s320/feast+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOATED look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWNBcSMRsI/AAAAAAAAACs/YM3JFEKYpR4/s1600-h/feast+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041090413823018690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWNBcSMRsI/AAAAAAAAACs/YM3JFEKYpR4/s320/feast+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviving childhood memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-464503465968580169?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/464503465968580169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=464503465968580169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/464503465968580169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/464503465968580169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-received-unexpected-email-from-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfWKGsSMRmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXXySdaDEpQ/s72-c/feast+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-2126180643687518244</id><published>2007-03-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:56:48.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life isn't fair. Would you rather take on a job that pays well or one that u've a burning passion for, but pays peanuts? So between the two, i choose the former. It's terribly sad that i made that choice. But it would be twice as ignorant to think that money isn't everything. I've been thinking alot lately. Is nutrition something i really want? The opportunity to further studies overseas is probably the drive that made me want to take up nutrition. But it would definitely be taxing to pay the school fees alone, it's 8K every semster mind you. What about accommodation and day-to-day expenses? Sighhh. Perhaps i should seriously start making plans for taking hospitality and tourism. But my three years of study would be a total waste of precious time and money. And i doubt my parents can take the blow. Dilemma dilemma dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as we grow older, we tend to take every step with caution. Afterall time waits for no man. This is reality and who in the world can tolerate someone who is indecisive. Whatever it is, i've only a year or so to make even greater plans for my future. Taking charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the girls are coming over to my place for steamboat next week. =D But this also indicate the release of results. Gosh i can see a big, fat F for pbpn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from this wk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Town with nee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfBGPmCnUmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPkhpxb2SIQ/s1600-h/town+5.03.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039605216751080034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfBGPmCnUmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPkhpxb2SIQ/s320/town+5.03.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfF8bcSMRhI/AAAAAAAAABU/h9PNZ9MvH7U/s1600-h/ECP+06+mar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039946268895102482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfF8bcSMRhI/AAAAAAAAABU/h9PNZ9MvH7U/s320/ECP+06+mar+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfF8v8SMRiI/AAAAAAAAABc/vYEJqaKD3SA/s1600-h/ECP+06+mar+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039946621082420770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfF8v8SMRiI/AAAAAAAAABc/vYEJqaKD3SA/s320/ECP+06+mar+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfF858SMRjI/AAAAAAAAABk/0acJBFnnULY/s1600-h/ECP+06+mar+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039946792881112626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfF858SMRjI/AAAAAAAAABk/0acJBFnnULY/s320/ECP+06+mar+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture never fail to crack me up. Guess what wen was looking at. No prize for correct guess though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can count on friends like them when you're down. =D And i do care about those who are not mentioned alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-2126180643687518244?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/2126180643687518244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=2126180643687518244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2126180643687518244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/2126180643687518244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-isnt-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8Nf6UjovHCc/RfBGPmCnUmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPkhpxb2SIQ/s72-c/town+5.03.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-800392547181532702</id><published>2007-03-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:30:06.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured that nee and wen will be putting up the photos taken today. So why not peeps who are keen just hop over to their blogs and quit bugging me. heh. Not trying to be hostile here. Ehh two short posts in a day? Forgive me pretty please. I am trying to get the hang of blogging. There will be more of my love (not that i've one to speak of)/school life, i promised. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-800392547181532702?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/800392547181532702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=800392547181532702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/800392547181532702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/800392547181532702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-figured-that-nee-and-wen-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643113897415635689.post-1680149559172619359</id><published>2007-03-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:16:18.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who has started blogging? :D heh, it's official. Picture post coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643113897415635689-1680149559172619359?l=silverstarduste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/feeds/1680149559172619359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643113897415635689&amp;postID=1680149559172619359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1680149559172619359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643113897415635689/posts/default/1680149559172619359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverstarduste.blogspot.com/2007/03/guess-who-has-started-blogging-d-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16978428154323153006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
