<?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-9717415</id><updated>2011-09-18T12:38:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-1669913296323667259</id><published>2009-12-20T12:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:00:59.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liyun 20th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for dearest Liyun 20th birthday. I am so jealous of her life. She had everything any girl could possibly ask for. Pretty face, nice body, handsome boyfriend and golden spoon in her mouth. Her 20th birthday celebration is much extravagant then an average girls 21st celebration. They had catered a buffet spread in addition with the usual barbecue. Her birthday cake was not the typical square or circle shape cake, but a four layer tier plate with colourful mini cupcakes on it. Good creativity on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pNO2HnrkOuFdgVtib2BdaknQ-OqKwPYlxDs_ljGiRChD4tX3FEiBdnStHU4Wo45kZAiWVqx8VCcVdtZ7iCeeSuASdL61b4qSQ/15334_209874786695_732546695_3755575_2102967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pNO2HnrkOuFdgVtib2BdaknQ-OqKwPYlxDs_ljGiRChD4tX3FEiBdnStHU4Wo45kZAiWVqx8VCcVdtZ7iCeeSuASdL61b4qSQ/15334_209874786695_732546695_3755575_2102967_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me + Cheryl + Liyun + Latha + Joyce. Friends forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now for Jocelyn's ultimate bitching time. So the last shuttle bus for NSRCC, the venue of Liyun's party, was at 10.30 pm. Not wanting to miss out the last transportation back, we dutifully do our homework to learn and remember the shuttle bus timing. We also dutifully waited at the designated bus stop reaching ten minutes earlier. So what reward do we reap? We missed the bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pSKOidbbMmUt9fO4x71v3elRjtC5QgY8DCuP6CQD4CG8r2I3Cd6u0GSOWvN7V0kRK22EBOKHk3HSbFenZadc-jA/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://public.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pSKOidbbMmUt9fO4x71v3elRjtC5QgY8DCuP6CQD4CG8r2I3Cd6u0GSOWvN7V0kRK22EBOKHk3HSbFenZadc-jA/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being girls, we seated at the bench facing towards the road, chatting our life away. Little did we noticed that the bus had already arrived on our right separated by a divider created. So it appeared to me that the management or the architecture or the bus driver had interesting sense of common sense. Somehow, we were all supposed to turn our heads unnaturally 90 degrees towards the right while seated on the bench. Not until that we heard the bus engine roaring then did we realised that we missed the bus. Couldn't he horn towards us before he leave? Is that so difficult?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was not fuming, till I chance upon this. Fortunately or unfortunately, the bus was blocked by its own security gantry. In order for his problem to be known, he wind down his window to get his need across the guard house. Just then we grabbed the opportunity and yelled for him to let us up. When the barrier was lifted, he bluntly ignored us and drove away. Spare me the crap that he did not heard us. As the saying goes, 2 IJ girls made up a market, needless to say 4 of them. All of us had undergo daily training to project our voices across, as you see our canteen is often noisy and in order for us to compete drown each other voices down, we had to scream. Even the passengers on board had heard us. I take it as a compliment for not noticing us, we must be that small size. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is not all. I stomped towards the guard house to make my problem known. Instead of appeasing me, saying things like, "I will feedback to the office tommorrow." He replied, "Mdm, it is not my job. I am here just to answer your questions." He ignored me completely and turned to the next person in line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like hello~ Do you need me to tour you around biopolis? Your shuttle bus service and security guard is hardly half their standard. You do not even have the basic of having a compassionate. I believe there is no excuse in this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, look like our girls innate ability had lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-1669913296323667259?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1669913296323667259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1669913296323667259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1669913296323667259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1669913296323667259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/12/liyun-20th-birthday.html' title='Liyun 20th birthday'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-4680635110772712483</id><published>2009-12-16T16:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:41:37.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby xandon</title><content type='html'>Having to miss baby Xandon first month party due to examination preparation, we made it up by having a lunch meeting. It was also about time that we do some catching up with each other life. After all, those were the girls that watch me grew up. Irene in particular was anticipating this day, she hardly able to keep her excitement contained. If not because we were bounded only to our little digits to do the talking, I can imagine her shouting and yelling across. Every word she text screams anxiousness and happiness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sailatha and me were the first to arrive, followed by mummy Abigale. Despite being a mother of two, she is still remains skinny to bones. I see no reason why I should be heftier then her. Sailatha had a lot to say on how Abigale handles her child. She had her baby wrapped in a sarong and sling across her neck, both her hands were swinging away from her body as she strides towards us. The sarong that she wore appear to be more like a fashion accessories than to hold a baby within. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we walk towards Abigale apartment. We wanted to visit her first son Xander in his playgroup but was deterred as the young ones had been put to sleep. Just then Abigale was teaching her little precious to greet us as aunties. I protest in horror. Sailatha was all fine with the nomenclature thinking that it was the right way as we were young ladies above 20. To much surprise, Irene felt that granny sounds like a better word. Don't know what frequency their mind work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p8ITZMRcJCJZPTbZkr0xMR6omaBXO1pckq98oaoE-d6CiXDow7TgopkEmzDSn8-KTGy8Bu2xE1E35Y9FU5fw5KG-vwOyXp7wX/me%20and%20xandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p8ITZMRcJCJZPTbZkr0xMR6omaBXO1pckq98oaoE-d6CiXDow7TgopkEmzDSn8-KTGy8Bu2xE1E35Y9FU5fw5KG-vwOyXp7wX/me%20and%20xandon.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Count yourself lucky little prince! It was the first time I carried a month old baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pxGY1STrwzMheR6DSsbg9o3fDxr4yPeoEbHB7Kg6o3y8JSv7MKdbcM3SSn_qpd8OTd_MbCoozNl88WJaIU7oI4ehvwVceAN5e/sailatha%2C%20me%2C%20xandon%20and%20abigale3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pxGY1STrwzMheR6DSsbg9o3fDxr4yPeoEbHB7Kg6o3y8JSv7MKdbcM3SSn_qpd8OTd_MbCoozNl88WJaIU7oI4ehvwVceAN5e/sailatha%2C%20me%2C%20xandon%20and%20abigale3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Sailatha and mummy Abigale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pxGY1STrwzMhfYDNnuw8SsbN2jraEZd41dXdMOwLFHuD_faOEyUPa38NUtaCrPEgjstRKwbUTaeilodwiQPgDZQWGaDgoWtSv/sailatha%2C%20me%2C%20xandon%20and%20irene2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pxGY1STrwzMhfYDNnuw8SsbN2jraEZd41dXdMOwLFHuD_faOEyUPa38NUtaCrPEgjstRKwbUTaeilodwiQPgDZQWGaDgoWtSv/sailatha%2C%20me%2C%20xandon%20and%20irene2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Sailatha and granny Irene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p2e3doFeI5p0aeoBY1WCA82xEDWtYBQ-pG8YtU61xu1zTddyHLd2M9mkjb2yj-Ql6TJ406A5QCF_I2g2yWL3kRaJ4E1GIIZt1/xandon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://oddwhg.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p2e3doFeI5p0aeoBY1WCA82xEDWtYBQ-pG8YtU61xu1zTddyHLd2M9mkjb2yj-Ql6TJ406A5QCF_I2g2yWL3kRaJ4E1GIIZt1/xandon3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our little star, Xandon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-4680635110772712483?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4680635110772712483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=4680635110772712483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4680635110772712483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4680635110772712483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-xandon.html' title='Baby xandon'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-2777336098824333489</id><published>2009-11-08T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:54:00.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goes snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was so long and so much that I already lost count on how many wounds I had nursed.  The scars  were barely healed before you stab it over and over again. I had any idea how many streams of tears did I flow. The thought of it could send fear in me and preoccupied my mind, leaving little space of my own. Worst, my mouth was sealed with my own iron clad, leaving my grief soul trapped. When will this ever end? I dread the cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you are one little darling, making me forgo the past and believing you once again. However just in a split second, you might just transformed into another person. That person, in my opinion, is rather self centered and will not think in another party perspective. It make me feel that all the goodness happen previously is just a facade and illusion. The faith harbor just shutter instantaneously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, the wall around me had been formed. As attack is always the best defend, the only mechanical protection left  for me is to not care about you. Trust me, it pains me, but I was forced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-2777336098824333489?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2777336098824333489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=2777336098824333489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2777336098824333489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2777336098824333489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/11/goes-snap.html' title='Goes snap'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-7065449978831540440</id><published>2009-10-05T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:46:15.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood donation drive</title><content type='html'>I was at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Douby&lt;/span&gt; train station with my friend, taking the escalator up the gantry. I somehow had this hinge that blood donation drive was around the corner. This trigger my memory back to two years ago when I was rejected as a blood donor at the same location. As the platform above is within my sight, I peered towards the left, only to be disappointed. It was the usual booth that persuade commuters to apply for a credit card. When I reached the platform, I turned my head towards the right, it was indeed the blood donation drive. It must be fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have spare time to kill before my next movie screening with my friend, I decided to give it a shot. This time round it was a chemical test instead of a meter to determine the iron level. I have no idea whether is it the lack of sensitivity of the good old chemical test or the healthier blood count in me, I passed the final test. Soon, I was ushered to this reclined chair and the nurse help me to laid the blanket over my legs. I felt so uncomfortable for his nice gesture as I am not paying for his services. He brief me on what I should do if i encounter any problems thereafter and double check my particulars ending with 'O minus?'. 'No! O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt;, isn't it?' I exclaimed. 'I don't know, hang on.' he smiled. Whilst my blood group was being questioned, I wondered if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rehesis&lt;/span&gt; antigen could really be changed. I began having flash back of my previous laboratory session in tertiary school where we had to do four chemical test to determine our blood group. The results clearly shown that I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rehesis&lt;/span&gt; positive. After being check, I was surrounded by nurses while they were being brief that the markings on my paper stands for low iron count and not O negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time had finally came. Firstly, the nurse injected me with a 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mL&lt;/span&gt; syringe of painkiller. Ironically, it was the injection of painkiller that was the most painful. It was within the tolerable range, just a little bit more painful than normal injections. Next, I was injected with the real thing. Surprisingly, it does not even feel a tinge. Three 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mL&lt;/span&gt; tube were then drawn from my blood bags. Comparing to others, my blood seems to flow much slower . The nurse say it was due to lack of water. At the end when my blood slows down, I began to feel a little bit discomfort from the needles in my arm as I squeeze the stress ball. After dressing up with pink bandage, I had a small refreshment before taking photo to keep memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse there are really very professional. Always smiling and always on high alert. There was this nurse that spotted this agitated guy and stop his blood donation process prematurely although he claim he was fine. Another nurse quickly to dress him up, while another recline his chair further. The whole process was light hearted as I know that I am doing a good deed. The small bit of suffering was very worthwhile. I will donate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gx4cow.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p7Xt7ukMArwa5zWLLRf9CrZGBzlY_vgon3ZQq-4Uh0IlxybuaWV-6NZmpUUVeWzPw-dLf47Xl5eXf2w7z8kf4K3HUDpCrcdop/IMG_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://gx4cow.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p7Xt7ukMArwa5zWLLRf9CrZGBzlY_vgon3ZQq-4Uh0IlxybuaWV-6NZmpUUVeWzPw-dLf47Xl5eXf2w7z8kf4K3HUDpCrcdop/IMG_0257" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Evidence&lt;/span&gt;! I know you can't believe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7065449978831540440?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7065449978831540440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7065449978831540440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7065449978831540440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7065449978831540440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/10/blood-donation-drive.html' title='Blood donation drive'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-1365803015587197040</id><published>2009-10-03T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:04:46.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in uni</title><content type='html'>I haven't been to touching this site for 8 weeks. 8 weeks, this number wasn't pluck randomly out of my brain or through calculations, but it had been 8 weeks of school term. In another words, I haven't been blogging since university starts. I had a lot to say about my experience in hostel, my thoughts on school environment, the lecture, the workload but simply I do not have time to pen my thoughts. Life here was pure hectic. I do not comprehend why the lethargic in me. Anyway, after this short breaks, I will changed. Futher pushing and improving myself. I know I can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-1365803015587197040?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1365803015587197040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1365803015587197040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1365803015587197040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1365803015587197040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-in-uni.html' title='Life in uni'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-8440707618929499675</id><published>2009-08-10T13:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:54:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving D-day</title><content type='html'>The day before the verdict day, I was feeling all jittery and nervous. The night before, I even experienced a dream that I was having an usual lesson where I accidentally brushed across a car in the other lane. Thereafter, I had a hard time seeping back into the slumber land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the warm up session, I did one round of circuit and drove a couple of streets. Besides the directional change which the instructor suggested me to reduce the speed and the slanted vehicle in the vertical parking, all else was smooth. He gave me tips and granted me well wishes before dropping me off at the waiting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting room, there were 15 others. Young adults compromised majority of the space. There was this lady which took the saying that girls with don on short skirts tend to pass literally. She wears make up and had a sleeveless dress that clad her body. The hems of the dress end right up at the upper thighs. There I also spotted an acquaintance from my Tertiary school, she was coincidentally having the same test time slot as i was. We had small chats in an effort to distract our anxiety. Two ladies beside us eavesdrop our conversation and began to chip in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I was called up for test. The first errand was to conquer the slope. I managed to pull the brakes neatly behind the stop line. I did the usual of pressing on to the accelerator and holding on the clutch biting point. My indication to move off was signalled. When all was ready, I realised I do not have the strength to release the handbrake. Just then the accelerometer starts to decrease. How? I thought. If i were to release handbrake now, the car bounds to roll back, granting me direct failure. My foot quickly switch to the brake. After a small apology, I restart the whole cycle, this time using both hands with all the might that I can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we did a directional change follow by parallel parking, vertical parking (the one that need to position the car along the white line, crank course and s-course before exiting the circuit to do route 7 (one of the most congested routes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course, I need to go through this road which was having construction after a traffic light junction on the left hand lane. The dilemma came when should one change lane before the traffic light (perhaps the tester might think I am road hogging) or  after (which is have limited space). Thank goodness came prepared as the day before I already asked advice from my instructor and did a lane change before the junction. Lane changing has always been my achilles heels but thank goodness there wasn't any car behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, there was this vehicle that was heading left to a minor road. I slowed down and squeeze my vehicle on the left. The mistake came when I forget to down my gear after slowing down resulting in massive vibration of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, as I was turning left, there was this man walking in the middle of the road. Upon noticing him, I manage to drove pass him. My tester was not happy with it and he think it is unsafe. He thought that I should make a wider turn as the pedestrian might not notice. He keep mumbling its unsafe and tap loudly on his computerised marking board. Thereafter, he direct me back to circuit without completing the whole course which include u-turn and lane change at the major road. There goes my license I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up, he continue saying its unsafe and I should hold the sterling wheel even the car was stationary (bad habit that I always have). "Next time don't like that ah" he say. Next time? Is it next time during practises or next time on the road I thought. He went to print some paper and talk to me, revising with me on what I should do in future. While doing this, I peer at the paper looking for any sign or hints of my results. Congratulation, i saw. My heart was obviously smiling then. After reprimanding, he turn the paper around and circle the PASSED. I was smiling ear to ear. I had 18 points in total, 2 more points to fail. I knew he was helping me pass by doing lesser course thus making less mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly rush down to the reporting room when coincidentally the safety video that I have to watch was airing at the moment. They direct me quickly to the room while they process my results. After the show, they pass the paper to me individually and I quickly dash up to had my photo card done beating the rest in the queue who were still finding the paper in the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere luck got me through. Thanks, tester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-8440707618929499675?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/8440707618929499675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=8440707618929499675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8440707618929499675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8440707618929499675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/08/driving-d-day.html' title='Driving D-day'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-113724740703777450</id><published>2009-08-09T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:39:29.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving license</title><content type='html'>Thou officially can drive on the road on 8th August 2009. Previously when someone mention that they got their license, I merely congratulate them with their earnings and could not apprehend why the outburst of joy. I could not further understand why they proudly show their driving identity card with a smirk. Now everything came to light when I share their plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole ordeal from booking a lesson till to D-day was tormenting, flash backs of it is enough to send shivers down my spine. Booking of lesson was never hassle free. At Ubi driving center (every center works differently), there will be this specific day of the month at 6pm, where you can start booking lessons two months in advance. The earlier you book the lessons, the more available time slots and instructor you can choose from. Lesson booking could be done at the office, through phone or on the net. Easy as it seems, it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the very particular day came, students were often seen lining up outside the office to had their hands on the slot desired. I ever tried reaching an hour before, just to know that 44 people came earlier than me. So obviously, beside the hour being squander, I had to spend even more time waiting for that 44 people to choose their slot. On the very day, Internet booking is feasibly not possible (even having 100 mbps Internet speed) as everyone else would lag the system and the office would not answer any call. The only options left was to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a factor, money too. My first impression of the office was pay-and-pay. We had to pay for the registration fee, two theory test fee, PDL fee, lessons fee, warm up fee, practical test fee, photo license card fee (the only fee which i willingly and happily fork out). Not including optional fees like, theory lesson fee, trial test fee and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson itself was worst, it was rather a demoralizing session. As I was learning a manual transmission car, I had to rack my brain to multi-task at the beginning. Once I even contemplate to switch to auto transmission car, which thank god i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;License is seriously hard to come by. Will narrate on the D-day when I have the writing thoughts once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-113724740703777450?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/113724740703777450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=113724740703777450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/113724740703777450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/113724740703777450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/08/thou-officially-can-drive-on-road-on.html' title='Driving license'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-347268710808389704</id><published>2009-07-09T10:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:41:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lena's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only attended the wedding from the tea ceremony and thereafter, the stories in my perception is as follows. It was 11am and we were all gathered at the brides home awaiting for the bride and groom arrival from the in-law place at Jurong. Meanwhile, we had our buffet lunch and some photos taken. The wedding car arrives at 12pm and tea ceremony proceed as norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pCBI5TZ2Zguiw7h8lh2-Pe0q_g7U_hPdUemqU3bzFI0xTH7dMlnylBmQfm-V50f9jBV6fhqH6nIGg3dDsCsyD3l8cC12IRoNT/P1020969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pCBI5TZ2Zguiw7h8lh2-Pe0q_g7U_hPdUemqU3bzFI0xTH7dMlnylBmQfm-V50f9jBV6fhqH6nIGg3dDsCsyD3l8cC12IRoNT/P1020969" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunties and cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pwZSrB1Bnf7VSJ2PomcptDo2OIX8NfgTl3g2L7ai3tRnqMDixJMNAWRNlFNabrQ5VsFIlIbZ6oWJbnwZ-W1XZ37R2FKgv9Txv/P1020977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pwZSrB1Bnf7VSJ2PomcptDo2OIX8NfgTl3g2L7ai3tRnqMDixJMNAWRNlFNabrQ5VsFIlIbZ6oWJbnwZ-W1XZ37R2FKgv9Txv/P1020977" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost everyone who involved in the ceremony is in this picture. Picture consist of uncles, aunties, cousins and niece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1ptDar-gPO8ocrvemmDoTjBCUfL4kfvphht2rr_t8YPt4EgAxlN753JqI4fSLBwy3O3R-8h-3M2P_Qt4-Jx_jEaHSnMs_-UCfS/5688_112962328784_694213784_2109331_2453058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1ptDar-gPO8ocrvemmDoTjBCUfL4kfvphht2rr_t8YPt4EgAxlN753JqI4fSLBwy3O3R-8h-3M2P_Qt4-Jx_jEaHSnMs_-UCfS/5688_112962328784_694213784_2109331_2453058_n" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The youngsters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the ceremony, the older generations retreat back home whilst the youngsters had a break at Swisstoel. The newly wed had one executive suite and two standard room to their name. The suite was spacious with living room, dinning room, bed room and two toilets. The standard room was cosy with warm hue and a balcony which faces Clark Quay. Winnie (the oldest cousin) proceed to have a dipped at the pool with the brothers while the rest of us head to Central for a munch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1prFe1FcH4xzl2e091_6GJ98XR9fsQLOXazG01G6VtNw84s4m5gUrkkdd6pQgJKCGEYLoEl3PncVRvmQQ5AMBOEM2b-vjm5qTs/IMG_4833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1prFe1FcH4xzl2e091_6GJ98XR9fsQLOXazG01G6VtNw84s4m5gUrkkdd6pQgJKCGEYLoEl3PncVRvmQQ5AMBOEM2b-vjm5qTs/IMG_4833" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Winnie sitting on the balcony ledge. Cheers to 23rd June babies (with a big difference in year =x).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1puia5jQ5ExMaZdzN0Ijnyn55TLI97380VCRHnoxGRky0GD6JeBFHxbLfOBtFhR57nQ0xU4J1eGanVOe6e683NyCVde91riHkG/5412_95191667798_636117798_2193893_5320550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1puia5jQ5ExMaZdzN0Ijnyn55TLI97380VCRHnoxGRky0GD6JeBFHxbLfOBtFhR57nQ0xU4J1eGanVOe6e683NyCVde91riHkG/5412_95191667798_636117798_2193893_5320550_n" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kellie and Adeline sipping their tea. Spot me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p0oq6u8-pt6mnatrQKAUWBQzMayCr1RbQiJT6eRimYj3_WKbiKUtQX-MZJwzKqhptl9IL3qa3oSkxXEAVXnw27mDOZnHcl-Zw/5489_100409729970626_100000047979197_9071_6434349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p0oq6u8-pt6mnatrQKAUWBQzMayCr1RbQiJT6eRimYj3_WKbiKUtQX-MZJwzKqhptl9IL3qa3oSkxXEAVXnw27mDOZnHcl-Zw/5489_100409729970626_100000047979197_9071_6434349_n" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins and niece on the bed &lt;p align="left"&gt;We headed to witness the newly wed solemnization by the pool side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pxW2nKcc8sVRm79K6V1uDFe2y1jDb6natbDMulry-AM9-pDdU6chw5OO2HNShsQQiwGC6bV5VebTbQhxSXsy-Pg/5412_95191687798_636117798_2193897_3724105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pxW2nKcc8sVRm79K6V1uDFe2y1jDb6natbDMulry-AM9-pDdU6chw5OO2HNShsQQiwGC6bV5VebTbQhxSXsy-Pg/5412_95191687798_636117798_2193897_3724105_n" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last but not least, the climax of the event, the wedding dinner. Out of courtesy of Lena, our dinning seats were allocated according to age groups. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As we are in our comfortable skin , all etiquette were ignored. My cousins keep disturbing the poor waiter and waitress that is responsible for our table. When the waiter was serving tea, my cousin claim that the purpose for the tea, was not to quench thirst but to wash all the utensils. He even ask the waiter to verify his theory. Worst, he utter that the waiter was his secondary school friends while peering at his name tag for his name. When he offer us for more drink, my cousin requested for hot coke. When my cousin ask for a change in soya sauce (as ours was spoilt giving a sour taste), he says that the letter "S" inscripted on the bottle represent "sour" instead of "sauce". The rest of the cousin began to chirp in by requesting him to serve our table first. When he was holding the cold dish at the main entrance, my cousins noticed and pointed towards him while exclaiming that our food had arrived. However, due to much disappointment, he served the other table first, leaving us with no food. When he dash back to kitchen to claim more food, we demanded an explanation on how we had no food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rowdy us even had a plan up our sleeves. During photo taking, no adults should pop up to join us for photo taking at our table, however, we shall crash into their photo taking session. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In general, the wedding is an extravagant one with great door gift (cute couple luggage tag). However, there is lesser interaction with the newly wed (no solemnization as it is done in the early evening and no singing of praises.) which allow the family and friends to have early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1po0xwESHoJYAm52EtQYpbewcSQ_pLjqfcVhwZUqHII_uPoWUztEgYXC1MawDncXg0I5Zo9gi9QaKaABKGjBwX9A/5489_100411183303814_100000047979197_9097_2994282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1po0xwESHoJYAm52EtQYpbewcSQ_pLjqfcVhwZUqHII_uPoWUztEgYXC1MawDncXg0I5Zo9gi9QaKaABKGjBwX9A/5489_100411183303814_100000047979197_9097_2994282_n" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Members of our table (bride in long white gown)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pnVznXydosfcQLVFNLl8YiW0lYb1NMWLVsvBLScid-w-lqYhlgXmfVmZFG-8XrPjeDOcs0xT-jNSpMhrz-nCq0w/5489_100411439970455_100000047979197_9112_1729430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pnVznXydosfcQLVFNLl8YiW0lYb1NMWLVsvBLScid-w-lqYhlgXmfVmZFG-8XrPjeDOcs0xT-jNSpMhrz-nCq0w/5489_100411439970455_100000047979197_9112_1729430_n" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Members of our table (bride in purple evening gown)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pP618rAuRdCPvjp5cUE9fPtBbBahkZFNtoaBgUdqb9EnT0s-_dYf15g8f6a_eo7R9CblQJ8wNsj6uIXnAqNqxcg/5412_95191742798_636117798_2193907_5285591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1icqyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pP618rAuRdCPvjp5cUE9fPtBbBahkZFNtoaBgUdqb9EnT0s-_dYf15g8f6a_eo7R9CblQJ8wNsj6uIXnAqNqxcg/5412_95191742798_636117798_2193907_5285591_n" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, my favourite picture of the day for the simple reason that almost everyone is in it. Some uncles were sadly cropped off from the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-347268710808389704?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/347268710808389704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=347268710808389704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/347268710808389704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/347268710808389704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/07/lenas-wedding.html' title='Lena&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-7125012441807510636</id><published>2009-06-29T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:57:37.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 roadshow/ graduation/ IT roadshow/ 23rd June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some picture and snippets update, in chronological order. Take note the difference in my hair. From brown hair with obvious black hair sprouting from the roots to a lighter brown with orange hue to a faded lighter brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 roadshow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://p361sw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pm_cAKMXuDcSnDBXKJ8hUofg7OPKdaFFuCCAnzNR3vmVOn-1JaKNVe1LOYJhwaw-nzwhsEgrdF7B6tkHjku7bOg/04042009033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://p361sw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pm_cAKMXuDcSnDBXKJ8hUofg7OPKdaFFuCCAnzNR3vmVOn-1JaKNVe1LOYJhwaw-nzwhsEgrdF7B6tkHjku7bOg/04042009033" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although they still remains a place in my MSN contact list, we seldom strike up a conversation. At the beginning, we might even spew our hearts out, but it slowly dies out. I guess this is the norm for roadshows as the bond forge is not strong. For now, only hope that fate would link us back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Graduation day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDt9G-sf2R0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDt9G-sf2R0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Dian Sheng for capturing the moment. I would also like to give thank to Ying Rui and Adeline who came, appreciate it. Also, not forgetting my all time entertainer, Yixin. She is one clown that make me do crazy stunts on my day hence making it more deeply etched in my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;IT roadshow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://p361sw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p90srrLwnfQbAv6eoShEqjGlNXDVzMq6mTuxqv5xJT_auQKHjH6CSJpOXqwNgbHWmr9KrUkdMRTuTBKZT97M55g/4945_1013025505628_1824770393_26007_7264423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://p361sw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p90srrLwnfQbAv6eoShEqjGlNXDVzMq6mTuxqv5xJT_auQKHjH6CSJpOXqwNgbHWmr9KrUkdMRTuTBKZT97M55g/4945_1013025505628_1824770393_26007_7264423_n" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still in MSN, still chatting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;23rd June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://p361sw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pAAPuT1wfTna8KX_xLN05gWOuB19SJHS_sAh1CZyeDMPYmdBsIPI2g19wRguS65x6IdO8EulNQqDv08YsM0QLAgb6KhI_jHEh/4784_1110243209552_1631024636_247847_3742726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://p361sw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pAAPuT1wfTna8KX_xLN05gWOuB19SJHS_sAh1CZyeDMPYmdBsIPI2g19wRguS65x6IdO8EulNQqDv08YsM0QLAgb6KhI_jHEh/4784_1110243209552_1631024636_247847_3742726_n" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To Yi Ying, Cheryl, Joyce and Sailatha, you girls don't know how happy I was. Your presence already allow my heart to pump with joy. The birthday cake at the end really caught me off guard. Thanks, thanks for everything.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7125012441807510636?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7125012441807510636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7125012441807510636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7125012441807510636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7125012441807510636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/06/f1-roadshow-graduation-it-roadshow-23rd.html' title='F1 roadshow/ graduation/ IT roadshow/ 23rd June'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-2547494712473684441</id><published>2009-06-19T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:26:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC roadshow</title><content type='html'>PC roadshow was fabulous. Work under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; and the job scope was simple. The pay was good and so does the welfare. Boss was good too, dishing out freebies (as much as 68 bucks), give us staff discounts and even increase our pay. The last day of PC roadshow was super high and I seriously have no idea why. We keep competiting with one another voice over the crowd. Also saw some old friends visiting the roadshow. Johnathan was nice to bring herbal tea for me, although it was such a small action, I felt warm and happy. Some nice customer make me happy too. Some keep teasing my weak ability to speak chinese while others ask for my humble opinions on things. Although most of my work mates are younger of age, they seems to be more street smart and mature. Seems like I have to buck up in that sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum had a successful operation too. She had me dead worried for that day as her operation was delayed for two hours, as her surgeon arrived late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-2547494712473684441?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2547494712473684441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=2547494712473684441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2547494712473684441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2547494712473684441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/06/pc-roadshow-was-fabulous.html' title='PC roadshow'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-4841729241903613752</id><published>2009-06-17T16:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:25:43.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit job</title><content type='html'>Current status: jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit popular, or rather they quit on me (yes, I am just placing "sack" in a better light). When I started trying out this job, I soon realise that hard selling a product is tiring. I found no sense of satisfaction, I found no joy. I felt that I had wasted my youth, holiday and time. The pay was not tempting to hold me back either. The word "quit" had already popped up in my mind. However, saying "quit" was never easy, I was bonded by a contract. The only way left is dismissal from the company. Even with such thoughts, I hold it on a little. Hopefully they might dispatch me to popular roadshows, where my love is (obviously addicted from the previous roadshow experiences).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left for New Zealand, they had someone replaced me. This China girl had fresh aggressive blood running in her veins. Unlike me, she keep pushing sales. Naturally, when I return back home, I was kick out of the territory neither am I placed in roadshows. I hate to lose or even be someones' second, this bring my dislike for the job to a higher height. Furthermore, the pay does not justify my travelling hours and fare. Plus, I had to lose some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for dismissal started. I stop approaching customer and began talking to other promoters and friends who visited me. Even with bad sales, I was not allowed to quit. I get a little bit anxious a little bit desperate as I had promised to work at PC shows. I don't know whether to say that god was watching over me, or not, the day finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I enter the office to had my punch card done. Before I closed the door behind me, I overheard this auntie asking the other staff whether I am a new promoter. From the way she speak, I sensed that she is a lao jiao (direct translation: old bird. Someone veterans and nobody, even some of her superiors, would dare to go against with). Also from her tone and atmosphere, I could sniffed she had a bone to pick with me. Soon enough I was proven right. The manager approach me and ask me whether I know that I had pick the wrong attire and I was not suppose to wear colour contact lens. &lt;em&gt;Like hello~! I been wearing this like for the last past month in other outlet and one week in yours. So why didn't you stop me during the first day, only today. oh you didn't notice it? oh thank you, I had seen the level of your management skill.&lt;/em&gt; She inform me that she going to call my supervisor. Sure, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor called, was dismissed from work. Apart from the dress code, she also told him that I talk to other promoter and even had friends with me during work and requested a change in staff. I also believe she exaggerate and blown up the facts. Guilty of above two sins and didn't defend myself. What for defend, if I can take this chance to quit. Apologise half-hearted, just only to stop him from reprimanding. Was reluctant to apologise as I do not want to admit any sins that might be exaggerated from the manager side, which I did not clarify with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lao jiao didn't stop her hand either. At the end of the day, when I ask a staff to unlock the password to use the fax machine for me. someone (I believed is the lao jiao) shouted from behind, "teach her how to use the fax." &lt;em&gt;Oh please~! Don't I know how to use such a no brain simple machine. I bet you don't even know how to lift up my omnia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, all this was within my plan, I do not know why&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I do feel a tinge of sadness. I felt that the whole episode was so not me. A few words for my supervisor, &lt;em&gt;"I am sorry for exchanging evilness for your kindness. But it is either I am sorry for you, or sorry for myself. I really want to have fun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-4841729241903613752?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4841729241903613752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=4841729241903613752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4841729241903613752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4841729241903613752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-status-jobless.html' title='Quit job'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-7173684040145808693</id><published>2009-05-21T19:55:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:02:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand trip</title><content type='html'>New Zealand enable me to experience a whole new world. Life back there was laid back and slow pace. Of course I would be happy as a worker, but definitely not as a customer. I would not have the patient to tolerate waiting to be serve, and it happened. The people there were more responsive as greetings rings in the air. I am afraid of the food there as they serve in large servings of my fave and hot melty chocolate is common, I bet my calorie intake increase by leaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown of my journey was as follows (not comprehensive as the boring part was omitted due to bad memories):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we visited the International Antarctic Center, the only gateway to Antarctic. Saw the world's smallest penguin before gearing up in rubber boots and jackets to walk through a cold chamber in which they simulate the climate of the Antarctic. Next, we took the Hagglund ride. It was exhilarating as the vehicle move up and down the terrains, just like the children roller coaster ride. It definitely wake me up from the jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pIAWIWEVqCRt7jSO2De1on5PaAFPdR0NoMRPgXYe2HSUxpuLWfEPTKexfMG_uuY-P9SdQVbui2ob8pS_pFAtxTK4RPII3p-yB/P1020677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pIAWIWEVqCRt7jSO2De1on5PaAFPdR0NoMRPgXYe2HSUxpuLWfEPTKexfMG_uuY-P9SdQVbui2ob8pS_pFAtxTK4RPII3p-yB/P1020677" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;World's smallest penguin&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pKStn0znNw83yv6rSl6UG8G1WedE6Zh8g4inKQi5AR6BLu17gxkHiTncBdhtTfnowsvuI3P92lV6jFlsFJ5PKl5kd5q9zLBkY/P1020680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pKStn0znNw83yv6rSl6UG8G1WedE6Zh8g4inKQi5AR6BLu17gxkHiTncBdhtTfnowsvuI3P92lV6jFlsFJ5PKl5kd5q9zLBkY/P1020680" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Cold chamber&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Tranz Alpine Train ride to Arthur Pass. I could not deny that the scenery was nice but there was nothing much to rave about. The only thing that light me up during the journey was the unexpected first break of snow which marks the beginning of winter for New Zealand. Although having to seen it once, I still enjoy the sight. Visited Franz Josef glacier (glacier: large piece of ice that form from compacted layers of snow, covering vast area of the polar region) out of the courtesy of our tour guide although it was not written in the itinerary. The night sky was nice to, meaning no light pollution and clouds. It is comparable to that of Bintan but the cold chilly weather fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pDBzNoR-gCs4E-Uff89dM4n28GPtC_0mXRaj4BulmM7WUNYIjgo3eaGOjAMVkf-oREKyEslCni0LdkajI7WG9LpCOhnVGKMgV/P1020719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pDBzNoR-gCs4E-Uff89dM4n28GPtC_0mXRaj4BulmM7WUNYIjgo3eaGOjAMVkf-oREKyEslCni0LdkajI7WG9LpCOhnVGKMgV/P1020719" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Franz Josef glacier&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on our safety boots before hiking towards the Fox glacier. The journey was tough with uneven roads, hills and steams but the strong sense of accomplishment after reaching the glacier right in the face was satisfying. Took my first helicopter ride next. We landed on the glacier where the snow was knee deep and vast. The descending ride was scary as the driver keep tilting left and right with sudden descend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pD34eKM7VtfLVBXbDnSHJNJjb-cet6gpvAjKtFMFB0oCtxY7pBuDRQJslrA5arMt7boCPNkezjM2RDe2MxNNkuh9O8vq7zY4T/P1020729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pD34eKM7VtfLVBXbDnSHJNJjb-cet6gpvAjKtFMFB0oCtxY7pBuDRQJslrA5arMt7boCPNkezjM2RDe2MxNNkuh9O8vq7zY4T/P1020729" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Fox glacier- that how close it is&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p2D0-IgKBMVeXvXbBa0rdhFugiozv9_DSf8Dwgxf8TYu5oVllt89PtbGFmrRlvh-Mrxxh4wVHFWJ95dKgGa7SuDcfKWNwakh5/P1020740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p2D0-IgKBMVeXvXbBa0rdhFugiozv9_DSf8Dwgxf8TYu5oVllt89PtbGFmrRlvh-Mrxxh4wVHFWJ95dKgGa7SuDcfKWNwakh5/P1020740" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Fox glacier&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pom2vksWRzNkkozOXvDoFbiYNnuVPP-L56Q5cVrCPglbLSvr59K0yDd1wLF_ZKMPIjEpS2UXYXR8rZSwm_8gdcG1RUUi0imDa/P1020741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pom2vksWRzNkkozOXvDoFbiYNnuVPP-L56Q5cVrCPglbLSvr59K0yDd1wLF_ZKMPIjEpS2UXYXR8rZSwm_8gdcG1RUUi0imDa/P1020741" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Stream behind Fox glacier&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p4nOAA1q9LE2cyvOJ1quYgJ5GAVEPaHP5aLWYvzwcdgtaPle7rhq1KNka4SUXVv6GvtVWzz45qpQB5JIKV_JTxNs2exaLDUAO/P1020747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p4nOAA1q9LE2cyvOJ1quYgJ5GAVEPaHP5aLWYvzwcdgtaPle7rhq1KNka4SUXVv6GvtVWzz45qpQB5JIKV_JTxNs2exaLDUAO/P1020747" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Paranomic view from helicopter&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pLRcmfhZhDr7OdYFQ3HoGaHsvTCdhD-yYcv8FmiOgdh0CqWtmJACoiyNPWVsBkZbBxYo_AWFQSh74_Zy4BoW-CDeKP5BNxJJU/P1020756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pLRcmfhZhDr7OdYFQ3HoGaHsvTCdhD-yYcv8FmiOgdh0CqWtmJACoiyNPWVsBkZbBxYo_AWFQSh74_Zy4BoW-CDeKP5BNxJJU/P1020756" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Glacier from the top&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pN6y3Uc6uTzoagRifZH9iMf0xligID9ovUzP2D56bF0ArBtmHe38Wrer3USlcVnQKI9_1EPLdWLZjrJWHArqVVkCIlqyl6FiL/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pN6y3Uc6uTzoagRifZH9iMf0xligID9ovUzP2D56bF0ArBtmHe38Wrer3USlcVnQKI9_1EPLdWLZjrJWHArqVVkCIlqyl6FiL/scan0004" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Glacier from the top with helicopter&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on the optional tour to Milford sound. It was a long journey to and from. During the journey sheeps and cow could be seen. I know it is sadist but it was fun to see the sheep running away from the bus as the bus is nearing. Took a cruise and enjoy sprays of waterfall, spotted seals too. Collected spring water which claims to give eternal youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1ps98o0uDbU0m2L2NXeWfauIwqmFvrQSdNlqbOgblhEYSIKKFBnHCvvVpx2tPlMeBCUXms0crp3p1sacwxGFGGMJtavrNMEVKW/P1020767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1ps98o0uDbU0m2L2NXeWfauIwqmFvrQSdNlqbOgblhEYSIKKFBnHCvvVpx2tPlMeBCUXms0crp3p1sacwxGFGGMJtavrNMEVKW/P1020767" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Milford sound&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we put on rain coats and life jacket before riding on a jet boat. The jet boat was fun as the driver would drive fast and make 360 degrees turns. We also try our luck to find gold. First we put some gravels from the gold mining field into a pot. We would then rinse the gold from the rock. The rock were then removed by allowing the water to push them of the pot. Gold being 19 times denser then water would remain in the pot. When no gold were spotted it could mean two things, one being that the gold miner had no skill and loses the gold while washing out the rock while the other being that there was not any gold in the gravel to start with. So to determine which was the reason, a ball pellet lead was place within the gravel. If the ball was lost, it confirmed that the gold mining step was done badly. As a science student, it was not the technique that fails me but my luck. Visited Ms Jones to grab chocolate coated fruits and Mountain Cook which was covered by clouds. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pfksMiaveVvskpjE7KAbSpzCAOIdQPjfEXNdGnQ1pJlk3mpwxIwrKPBvehtu5yrMA88xQxsQKxu4oG0DeRC9tf2nJF_qF4YAe/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pfksMiaveVvskpjE7KAbSpzCAOIdQPjfEXNdGnQ1pJlk3mpwxIwrKPBvehtu5yrMA88xQxsQKxu4oG0DeRC9tf2nJF_qF4YAe/scan0001" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Before jet boat ride&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took domestic flight to the north island. Saw geothermal activity such as boiling mud pool, geysers (geysers: hot spring categorized by discharge of water which turns into vapour in the air) and warm grounds. Next we enjoy a polynesian spa in a private room, good for couple ^^.&lt;br /&gt;Also saw three rain bow at north.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pWcr0jpuC-Lh5Nr8c2ghH0n0KtiQfSs-owCZjJhCZ_nLrIWly3jn8NrF1x_ZZR8zf1Lvej_6jZhtC2vyNzfpaoB5SyspXKI6u/P1020855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pWcr0jpuC-Lh5Nr8c2ghH0n0KtiQfSs-owCZjJhCZ_nLrIWly3jn8NrF1x_ZZR8zf1Lvej_6jZhtC2vyNzfpaoB5SyspXKI6u/P1020855" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Boiling mud pool&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pPFHRaRYAxE9IJOtXKt-uQEgkzFnSCMX807BYXd1EE-vDwrcOuayyy2VdDgAcS_4wfakSmpsEJBkupNW-lffoCzseAKLy4zOd/P1020860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pPFHRaRYAxE9IJOtXKt-uQEgkzFnSCMX807BYXd1EE-vDwrcOuayyy2VdDgAcS_4wfakSmpsEJBkupNW-lffoCzseAKLy4zOd/P1020860" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Geysers&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Agrodome sheep show. It was quite similar to the one in Australia: the display of sheeps on the stage, sheep shearing, sheep dog climbing on the sheep back, even till the weird appearance of two duck which marks the end of the show indoor and sheep dog performances outdoor. The sheep dog performances in New Zealand seems staged instead of the job of the sheep dog itself. Next we had farm activity as we feed the animals there. Conclusion: they have a lot of saliva as my hand came out wet. Took a gondola lift and luge ride down before a chair lift up again. The day end with Maori (indigenous people of New Zealand) dinner and dance show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p2LoSJZT5whCE4vWIJExgIHC59nzB_QwKNcWaKaM2zn4CQvuaPX5slfi-o-ftYT__AxPpuPoebOypA2RANvrsuTYi8KDz45I_/P1020886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p2LoSJZT5whCE4vWIJExgIHC59nzB_QwKNcWaKaM2zn4CQvuaPX5slfi-o-ftYT__AxPpuPoebOypA2RANvrsuTYi8KDz45I_/P1020886" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;farm activity&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pwERxMNYkWSTk6a7N1QGuBvm_hijctZ2HXyqlpSLXPa9kPvS-KT5PWLZTqMxS5T4re74ltJAI33rz4mGb8LYXFbgCQ00ARA0k/SKRT905151004328(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pwERxMNYkWSTk6a7N1QGuBvm_hijctZ2HXyqlpSLXPa9kPvS-KT5PWLZTqMxS5T4re74ltJAI33rz4mGb8LYXFbgCQ00ARA0k/SKRT905151004328(2)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;gondola lift&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a boat down the glowworm cave, it resembles many stars croweded in the sky just that it only have one colour, green. Visit the sky tower beside our hotel, it is similar to shanghai tower just that some part of the tower and lift have a transparent glass beneath your feet. Last but not least, went to casino underaged. When I walk pass the security, I dare not even take a peek at him. Felt relieve after the entry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;More casino and shopping. Could not afford to shop as it is quite pricey from clothes, shoe to books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End. It was supposed to be "11-days" tour but the other "2 days" were spend on the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p5Vb26YPiG7o7PblFNqW-SSTr6M5XWVD0KMkyePMobrF6TLc_BzuU8ly_nWocnMK-NJiJCW4_wXXhNodrxdWxgN0vdnJhYrkv/P1020850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bcpi4w.bay.livefilestore.com/y1p5Vb26YPiG7o7PblFNqW-SSTr6M5XWVD0KMkyePMobrF6TLc_BzuU8ly_nWocnMK-NJiJCW4_wXXhNodrxdWxgN0vdnJhYrkv/P1020850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Bye for now&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7173684040145808693?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7173684040145808693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7173684040145808693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7173684040145808693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7173684040145808693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-zealand-trip.html' title='New Zealand trip'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-2758263464237229935</id><published>2009-04-28T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:13:25.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoter</title><content type='html'>I had always wanted to be a promoter (crew member at Disneyland came in first) for a vacation job. They are often seen as young, fun-loving, charismatic and neatly groom. At roadshows, their colleagues were mostly of their age, pretty face too. In addition, they get paid to talk. At least it beats mundane admin job. So there you go, a promoter job I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick enough, I realise it wasn't as glamorous as perceived. This job that I got require some hard selling and target to be met. It was quite stressful for me when I started off. I often felt dejected when I got rejected, a feeling that I was a scum of the society. Although I learn not to brood over it, the fear still persist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing was that, so far, my supervisor had been encouraging. I hate to be told off. The working hours is also relatively flexible (I am able to take break for holiday and choose the day off) and short. Although earn not much due to short hour, the income is sufficient. What I enjoy the most was talking with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-2758263464237229935?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2758263464237229935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=2758263464237229935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2758263464237229935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2758263464237229935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/04/promoter.html' title='Promoter'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-8223684318985380147</id><published>2009-04-06T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:43:32.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three day roadshow</title><content type='html'>I was immerse with joy during the roadshow. It was the rare few times where I was paid to have fun. Job scope was easy, no pressure. I was also assign the easiest job, or that what I believe. The task was to distribute brochures, fans, balloons or tote bags near the entrance under the shade. The geographic location assign was good as the blazing sun was avoided and I could interact with the promoters nearby. The whole experience make me rekindle the camp feeling, tiring and dreadful but at the same time able to interact and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dread the most was the supervisor. He always carry "money can make wonders" attitude. Threatening us with pay deduction for every late arrivals and immediate sacked for eating ice cream. Although I don't mind the later for someone else had to feed me instead. He give me the feeling that we were treated like dirt, like some inferior being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I came across was the hostility from the girls. For the very first time, I was definite that they do not belong to the CHIJ family. For the first time, I see the difference clearly. They were less spunky and energetic. More importantly, less caring and loving. When I need a favour, they do not make the effort to help, claiming that they were tired. This will never happen if IJ girls were around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside that, I was glad my cousin came to accompany me. I was glad that I could bully some guys to do my work. Glad to make new friends =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-8223684318985380147?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/8223684318985380147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=8223684318985380147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8223684318985380147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8223684318985380147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-day-roadshow.html' title='Three day roadshow'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-2304460880762419588</id><published>2009-03-18T22:02:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:07:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><content type='html'>I want a life, where I would shed all my blood and sweat to pursue a dream. Once this dream had accomplished, I would live in the joy and pride. I want to love this earth, friends and family and most importantly my life. I do not wish to live in regret, no more. Admiring others is pointless, I prefer admiration. For now, I need to change, to the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just return from Thailand. This was different from my usual holiday as I experience thailand, the local way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met daddy business associate and his family members before check in. Was glad that the guy I swooned upon since chinese new year was present. Upon closer look, I realised he wasn't that good looking after all. He just know how to dress up and have this mysterious charisma, still cute and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival drop off our luggage before having a hefty meal at a seafood restaurant. Day ended with a rest at hotel. Catch a show on global warming and it was interesting. It talk about political versus science issue (means scientist could not report the truth as it would affect the country). It mention on how there was 900 odds journal reporting on global warming but all of them prove that it was a myth (if global warming is fact = lesser manufacturing company = lesser growth for countries). So a statement to summarize it goes like this "It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends upon his not understanding it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also mention on frog theory. Frog theory goes like this. If a frog jump into a boiling water, the frog would immediately jump out. But if a frog jump into a water which temperature raise gradually, the frog would not realise it and remain still, until someone save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend my dad's Thai friend wedding. It was a good cultural exchange. The bride was slim and pretty. Differences were noted as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They held wedding lunch instead of dinner. Such practices was done so that relatives from other district (often sum up to two hour journey) could return home early and safely after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;2) Contributions was given in a form of white envelope instead of red packets. The couple would send invitation card in an envelope with the name on it. The envelope would then be recycled to put in contributions.&lt;br /&gt;3) Meals were served immediately after all the guest at the table (note that it is not that place) had arrived. Which is sort of good as there would not be hungry guest.&lt;br /&gt;4) Instead of topping up the drinks, they swap the glass of drink.&lt;br /&gt;5) After the marching down ceremony, they have prayer ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;6) The parents had to put flower garland for the bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt;7) Their yam seng is short and fast.&lt;br /&gt;8) They have long speech by elders.&lt;br /&gt;9) They have extra step of lighting three candles. Each of the candle represent the groom, bride and the unison of them.&lt;br /&gt;10) They have to go personally to each elder, kneel before them and hand them a cake.&lt;br /&gt;11) They do not have time for their meal.&lt;br /&gt;12) They need not go to each table to have photo taking. Photo taking is done a well decorated booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all basically, with other smaller details. The groom request his friend to do translation for us. He also employ clowns to do balloon sculpturing to entertain the kids. None can deny that they were good. In fact good was an understatement. They can mix a lot of colour balloon together to form Spiderman, Cinderella and Mermaid. Totally incomparable with Singapore's usual dog, flower and sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding we get change before heading towards paragon. Visited the big supermarket and snapped the lays and calibee potato chips off the shelf. Also grabbed a few tins of hello kitty candy and winnie the pooh cookies just for the packaging. We came out with two big plastic bags, mostly stuffed with my tidbits. The cute boy keep laughing at my earnings. It was the last time we met as he had to leave for Singapore. He was on red alert in national service. For once, I really dread national service for it deprived me time off my eye candy. Shook hand and I will remember that take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At paragon, found my long favourite pig blood. However, it was badly done. Still i can taste that texture. Totally mesmerising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday, so we went to the obvious Chatuchuk weekend market, by train. The MRT there was exactly a replica of Singapore MRT. All the way from the ticket machine, to the gantry, to the tillings and even to the wall clock. So buying ticket was a nut case to me, even if it is in Thai. What different was that they do not issue a concession card but a black chip. This was much convenient as one just need to deposit the chip into the gantry to exit, saving the trouble from returning the card. Another difference was the sign for priority seat. Singaporeans give priority to injured personnel,  pregnant ladies, elderly and toodlers. For the thailand they replaced the injured personnel to a bald man with a yellow robe, refering to the monks. Chatuchuk was stuffy bought a leopard shoe, black over sized collar t-shirt, dress, blue blouse and a bag for my laptop. After chatuchuk, we took a cab down to platinum fashion mall to get my three ribbon bracelet and dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went platinum again to get another dress and a cap and later to central mall follow by some roadside stall to get hair clip. For dinner we went to some local food place. The ambiance was nice, very cottage like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the local market. It was big, clean and dry. Saw a lot of tai-tais with their maid. The cute boy did a classic thing. He accidentally grab the hotel hanger home and have to pay 8 bucks for it. Home sweet home alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this trip, upon looking at other family, I think I ought to be more thoughtful and considerate. To be nice even though I am down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got accepted by NUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-2304460880762419588?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2304460880762419588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=2304460880762419588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2304460880762419588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2304460880762419588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2009/03/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-5580027016466569378</id><published>2008-12-27T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:41:01.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Don't know why, but only today that I received many pushes from friends to update. Alright, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in office had improved! With more acquaintance to chat with and the addition of peers whom I can gossip with, poke fun of, laugh at, definitely had make me happier. No matter how monstrous they can get (like blasting my ring tone and hiding on someone desk, tsk), I will always enjoy their presence. Or maybe it is their monstrous and childish behavior that injected cheeriness to the organisation. I will definitely miss them when they leave, which reminds me that it is happening soon. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-5580027016466569378?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5580027016466569378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=5580027016466569378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5580027016466569378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5580027016466569378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-7284935604307945630</id><published>2008-11-03T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:24:40.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>virgin celebrations</title><content type='html'>Celebrated my first Deepavali! With Raj resturant at my work place and friend's warm hospitality, I am getting in love with Indian food. It such interesting how they can make old plain food unique again by matching it with different gravies and sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my first friend wedding too. It was a short and simple ceremony by the Singapore river. Saw many of my secondary school friend such as Anne (She had a tatoo!), Terry (She changed a whole load! Even when Joyce pointed her to me, I could not take Joyce words totally), Gerri (Still the same), Joan (Still the same), Carmen (Seems skinnier enchancing her big eyes to a higher height), Alicia (Quieten down a whole load), Yvonne (Still the same) and of course the usual six (Yi Ying, Sailatha, Cheryl, Joyce and Liyun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, we hang out a little before catching high school musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7284935604307945630?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7284935604307945630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7284935604307945630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7284935604307945630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7284935604307945630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/11/virgin-celebrations.html' title='virgin celebrations'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-1380195308075889183</id><published>2008-10-30T23:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:24:48.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=_(</title><content type='html'>This problem had been tormenting me for months, but it yet to be cleared. I know the politically correct way in solving this, is to confront you head on. Call me a coward, call me anything that suits, I am afraid to hurt you, even more afraid that our relationship will be on the rock. Seriously clueless on breaking this to you and had been hesitating since. I thought after attaining what you had wanted, you will get back to normal, but it was only true for few moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(section removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still able to tolerate this, as it is. The worst part of all this I have nobody to turn to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-1380195308075889183?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1380195308075889183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1380195308075889183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1380195308075889183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1380195308075889183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='=_('/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-6242592787450308131</id><published>2008-10-19T15:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:27:17.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashel birthday</title><content type='html'>Niece birthday party was probably a great decoy for my family members to gather. The sound of laughter exploded in every corner of the house, simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPrhPxCRRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/vfJO7ZF7GKc/s1600-h/18102008001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258763175885620850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPrhPxCRRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/vfJO7ZF7GKc/s320/18102008001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chealsea, doesn't she look korean? She was holding my father handphone when I turn on the secondary camera. Just snap it when is directly towards her face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPriGv6-DAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KML7CRi6i7E/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258764120479370242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPriGv6-DAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KML7CRi6i7E/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Javier, the youngest in the family till now. Picture was taken by chealsea, which explain the shaky hand. &lt;p&gt;What more, my cousin gave me two long pants (great for work!), one low waist skirt, one vest, one denim jacket and one winter jacket with furs at the collar, all from GAP. Yay! Now have nice clothing to wear when going overseas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Some crushes are like cotton candy - they look yummy and totally tempting, but when you acutally get a taste, there's not much there. Suddenly, you're left with dissapointment and no crush. SOMETIMES, A CRUSH SHOULD STAY A CRUSH and simply be a delicious daydream. That way, you'll always have someone sweet to think about as you drift off to sleep"- seventeen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I agree with it! Thats exactly how I felt. Currently, there is no one that occupy my mind. Felt life pretty dry as there is no one to look up to, no one to wake up for. (in the context of, crush --&gt; no crush, not of crush --&gt; boyfriend)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-6242592787450308131?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6242592787450308131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=6242592787450308131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6242592787450308131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6242592787450308131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/10/cashel-birthday.html' title='Cashel birthday'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPrhPxCRRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/vfJO7ZF7GKc/s72-c/18102008001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-7987694403922933453</id><published>2008-10-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:32:48.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New astro room</title><content type='html'>Well done!! Good job!! You go girls!! Shall ignore Teck Boon's effort. My guess will be that, most of the job is completed by you girls anyway. At last, there is walking space in astronomy room and more for human accommodation. Just hope that this will maintain forever. From past experiences, it never did. Partly due to our uneven gender ratio, more bias towards the guys. Also partly due to Andrew who places his things everywhere. The after picture was as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPSfUj4w-3I/AAAAAAAAACE/TChSK8LLMAc/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257001840627743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPSfUj4w-3I/AAAAAAAAACE/TChSK8LLMAc/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Screw up experiment! RAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7987694403922933453?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7987694403922933453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7987694403922933453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7987694403922933453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7987694403922933453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-astro-room.html' title='New astro room'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SPSfUj4w-3I/AAAAAAAAACE/TChSK8LLMAc/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-9167257491745103941</id><published>2008-10-09T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:24:19.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I look forward to</title><content type='html'>Such are small little things that allows me to wake up effortlessly each morning. Such are small little things that make me reach office earlier. Such thing that bring happiness. None other then, viewing a successful experiment result. Sense of achievement, just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SO4PwynIDXI/AAAAAAAAABY/a6JZczIEy2M/s1600-h/Gel+1+(08102008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255155146081963378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SO4PwynIDXI/AAAAAAAAABY/a6JZczIEy2M/s320/Gel+1+(08102008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, life is not always smooth sailing. I do commit mistake and felt quite sad about it. From here I learn that "Do not cry over spilled milk. It is more important to clear up the milk and produce better milk!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-9167257491745103941?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/9167257491745103941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=9167257491745103941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/9167257491745103941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/9167257491745103941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-i-look-forward-to.html' title='Things I look forward to'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SO4PwynIDXI/AAAAAAAAABY/a6JZczIEy2M/s72-c/Gel+1+(08102008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-7303651040821177436</id><published>2008-09-22T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:53:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kang Yang</title><content type='html'>Kang Yang: Is this nice? (Referring to a mint sweet)&lt;br /&gt;Aldred: See our reaction (We "donate" our sweet to Keng Koon)&lt;br /&gt;Kang Yang: Can this be swallow&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn: Is not a bubble gum&lt;br /&gt;Kang Yang: are we suppose to swallow it? are we suppose to bite it? Is this a normal sweet? (We went blank upon his question. How on earth one eat without swallowing the food. How on earth we consider a sweet as abnormal.)&lt;br /&gt;Aldred: You are suppose to bite it till small piece and swallow it when is small enough.&lt;br /&gt;Kang Yang: Oh, normal sweet. (o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7303651040821177436?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7303651040821177436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7303651040821177436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7303651040821177436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7303651040821177436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/09/kang-yang.html' title='Kang Yang'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-1387896259557521926</id><published>2008-09-20T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:15:18.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe next life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rNU23bEAgE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rNU23bEAgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This song suits my current mood. You are a gentlemen, I appreciate it. Maybe, next life! *hug*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-1387896259557521926?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1387896259557521926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1387896259557521926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1387896259557521926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1387896259557521926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-next-life.html' title='Maybe next life'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-5814455972964146396</id><published>2008-09-15T13:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:40:38.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><content type='html'>It was a late morning when my mum broke my sleep mentioning is time for us to go hospital. Being reluctant to admit that something was wrong, for fear that history would repeats and move out of my bed, I told her I do not want to go. She began to cry outside my doorstep. Upon this sight, a strong sense of guilt was growing within me. I did give her my word that I would accompany my father, moreover, as a daughter I should be there to support her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the journey, I was trying to hide my tears, both guilt and worries. While waiting for her turn, I was trying to hide the awkward atmosphere by striking out conversation. Luckily my auntie came to accompany her and ease her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mother was in the surgery room, my father re-account what happen. He told my aunt that she cried as she was scared (which relief my guilt) and she did not told her immediate family. My dad keep looking out for the time and wonder how come it took so long. Finally, she was out and fine. Mum get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;side note&lt;/span&gt;, the nurse there was really polite and have a pinch of humour. I love her working attitude and seriously live up to her title, senior nurse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-5814455972964146396?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5814455972964146396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=5814455972964146396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5814455972964146396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5814455972964146396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/09/hospital.html' title='Hospital'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-968040412155343713</id><published>2008-09-08T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:15:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls night out (050908)</title><content type='html'>Didn't know its alreadi 7 years until Cheryl mention it. Cheers girls! Friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"friendship and love may we bloom and grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bloom and grow forever"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pkgXzQbjiLyRvcFwfY2JeSkttk14M6oCOYFVqaiCESuSrE6NjJGG2ithkookYJuPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pn4KJj2FQQjqcdvMB69886tyT3nZQ01Sn5X1ZSne4w6x398b-WVDfoQvijmuZS6P7"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pn4KJj2FQQjqcdvMB69886tyT3nZQ01Sn5X1ZSne4w6x398b-WVDfoQvijmuZS6P7" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1p5OVWLN30P6mCupbcfzJpq1ENORAGcBtZOGqgMng_vZOD_GgKYlgamgFRomRvWrr8"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1p5OVWLN30P6mCupbcfzJpq1ENORAGcBtZOGqgMng_vZOD_GgKYlgamgFRomRvWrr8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pKCiRQBxszL_E0D9XmU20zUDXls5xWCtPhDtN4YE3o9jqEPYTq4sLZ-nVMFScsiQS"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pKCiRQBxszL_E0D9XmU20zUDXls5xWCtPhDtN4YE3o9jqEPYTq4sLZ-nVMFScsiQS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-968040412155343713?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/968040412155343713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=968040412155343713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/968040412155343713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/968040412155343713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-night-out-050908.html' title='girls night out (050908)'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-5650301821851134423</id><published>2008-09-08T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:15:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incident on the train</title><content type='html'>I went to work with my heart skipping a beat. I managed to maintain this joyous mood till the day end. Everything was well, everything was fine, until someone just had to spoil it. Oh what the, couldn't you just leave a young girl a good memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at the end of the day, when everyone could shake off the days hard work. I board the train, I spotted two available seats and began to sit in the middle. As soon as I spotted Yi Ying sitting not far, I signal for her to come and join me. Just then, this man began to use his butt to push my butt away. I politely explained to him that my friend was coming over and suggested to him that he could take the available seat just few steps across. I even show him the way courteously with my hand outstretch. I assume that such act would buy peace to us, but I was wrong. (I believe I did move him, he took a step back. Guess, he just want to fight with me. ai!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He give me a straight no in front of my face and grill me that there is no such thing called the "reserve seat." Yi Ying defend ourselves by saying that she is moving over. He began to scold us in the public. I wanted to stop him and told him, 'go away, you molester.' He replied, 'molester, how dare you call me molester?' and he move off. After this I was silently shivering, was obviously petrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not shout molester loudly as I know the consequences. I know once I did this, it will alarm the police and would not do good for anyone on the train. After much cool down and doing much reflection, I do not think I am in the wrong. I did keep my poise and try to make peace. All I could conclude is that he is not a gentlemen. Correct me if I am wrong. By the way, I have no qualms to give up seats for elderly and pregnant women. I believe many can witness to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message for this man, 'Do not dare me, for I dare. In fact, ask yourself if you dare to face the consequences? I will forget this incident, perhaps you are just in a bad mood.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, enough of ranting, now to a lighter note. Work was splendid. At first we were given stack of forms to sign. Indemnity, particular, consent form and what so ever. This was follow by a thick file containing nothing but bio safety. We were supposed to be familiar with the regulations and even be given a test on them. Blessed our soul, only selected content would be examinable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were directed to a table before flooding ourselves with the notes. We later learn that Kang Yang  friend was coincidentally also an attachment student there. This make it easier for us to pull strings with people there. For lunch, we meet up with the rest and have a hefty meal, hefty in terms of dollar sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had to draw blood for baseline blood storage. It was painful but still bearable. After that, my hand feels numb and cold. Later, my supervisor finally arrive. Although she was sick, she make the effort to welcome me. I am so touch! I could not have any better supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying myself until I remember it was graded. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-5650301821851134423?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5650301821851134423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=5650301821851134423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5650301821851134423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5650301821851134423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/09/incident-on-train.html' title='Incident on the train'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-2546219943795898068</id><published>2008-09-02T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:15:45.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days after the last leap</title><content type='html'>Was finally released from the torture chamber! Alas, no more mugging for examination and no more heaps of assignment. Hopefully no more late nights, at least for diploma. My life will undergo a hairpin turn for I will complete the rest of my diploma with attachment cum final year project. I am quite anticipating for it, wondering how does it feel like to have a nine-to-five job at Biopolis. Hopefully, there will be more time for my family, my friends, for my own enrichment and shopping. I even made some mental plan on how should i spend every evening. However, final year project, with a hefty module credit attach, bring some fear in me. What if I got a B+?  What if my supervisor have something against me? What if I cannot answer questions posed during presentation? oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some snippets of my life after examination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Watch Wall-e with some of my schoolmates. In my opinion, I think the show was not as good as most people proclaim or rate. The start of movie was dry and it lack of interaction with the audience. Perhaps, my negative view was affected by high disappointment as it was far cry  from what the company is capable of (e.g. Nemo, Toys stories). Went back home to tidy and clean my bed. Yes, read again, its CLEAN my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Tidy up my wardrobe. Discarded plenty of clothes and categorise the remaining stuff. Felt a sense of satisfaction for two days of chores. The though of revamping my room crosses my mind. I would love a princess room, pink wall with white furniture, not forgetting does furs and accessories dangling on the wall. It could also be a warm room, with brown-yellow calm soothing wall with soft bed and warm lights. This idea was quickly stew away as it is not possible. My current bed set was too expensive, I cannot possibly change it. I wanted to make do with what I have but I am seriously clueless on how to make it warm and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Went for family chalet. Really appreciate them, enjoy their company. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Melvin&lt;/u&gt; (my oldest nephew currently Primary six) was now more sensible. His is improving and learn how to take care of family members. Really proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malcom&lt;/u&gt; (Melvin younger brother) was less lovable in my eyes comparing with his previous self. Perhaps he was bless with many loves showering upon him and he became too spoilt for his own good. He cried at the slightest thing and this bar me from playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to drink root beer and saw Calsberg beer asking whether is that root beer. I immediately roar out a big no and tell him repeatedly not to drink it. The next moment he began crying, even with coaxing and suggesting other alternatives, he refuse to stop. His granny (my aunt) have no choice but to bring him to buy his beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start using Melvin DS, he inform his brother about it. His brother then say its alright and even offer to help me. Something came into me and I told him, 'not like you selfish.' When he was about to cry, I realise how insensitive I was to a young child. Quickly quipped my words with kidding and luckily it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cashel&lt;/u&gt; a shy quiet girl. She doesn't even dare to ask her sister to lend her the game nor ask her my parent to buy her a present. She call me to the room and tell me "i want mei mei that game" how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chealsea&lt;/u&gt; younger sister of Cashel. Pretty adorable Korea like baby. Not selfish and always willing to distribute her sweets. Very clever girl and have an aptitude for games. When I told mention to her that her sister want to play, she willingly lend it to her. Both sister drew birthday card for my mum too. How sweet of her, what a darling she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: &lt;/strong&gt;Went to watch movie money no enough with my family. It make me learn that no matter what we should be practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; Went out with friend. We were too tired and decided to take a rest at the theatre. It was a documentary about Chinese learning English. Although I disagree with the way he teaches the student, I must applaud the way he inspire them.  He told them that our parents work hard so that we could have an education. Their hard work is definately not any lesser than us. We always say we wanted to repay them but could they wait for this day? Therefore, we do not have time and have to treasure every moment working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;Do not know what happen to today. Strangers keep disturbing me. I am scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-2546219943795898068?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/2546219943795898068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=2546219943795898068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2546219943795898068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/2546219943795898068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-after-last-leap.html' title='days after the last leap'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-535446134943715290</id><published>2008-07-16T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:01:17.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't be feeling this way</title><content type='html'>I dread this feeling. Man I should have stop it long ago. I knew I have to, but I refuse. Now is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-535446134943715290?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/535446134943715290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=535446134943715290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/535446134943715290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/535446134943715290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/07/shouldnt-be-feeling-this-way.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t be feeling this way'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-320688266125294883</id><published>2008-06-19T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:51:10.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>add oil</title><content type='html'>Oh shucks! This can't be happening. Totatlly no motivation to study at all. RAH! Must find it back! Like the picture below taken from bintan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SFm68GRoqjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/igUzhxz9pbI/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213403585297558066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SFm68GRoqjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/igUzhxz9pbI/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lets add oil! add oil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-320688266125294883?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/320688266125294883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=320688266125294883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/320688266125294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/320688266125294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/06/add-oil.html' title='add oil'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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/_8HuLuV3xPEk/SFm68GRoqjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/igUzhxz9pbI/s72-c/IMG_0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-3625957899095295613</id><published>2008-06-16T11:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:16:09.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just return from Bintan astronomy trip. Indeed, the grass in greener on the other side. The starry night was beautiful, it totally blew my minds off. That peaceful dark night was decorated with little colourful light. My virgin sight of it, as I lifted my head for the first time, still remains deeply in me. Not forgetting that occasion shooting stars, the fascinating view in the telescope and the unseen able milky way. Blessed with beautiful weather and companion, all this is enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy8i_iT0wpfimV3ts4kx-Aciu1xvDgsZn1nTJntyFKoP41anYeQLSkkd-kNJ7Cur9thScOVUo5Arg/Butterfly%20cluster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Buttefly cluster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAypO1LAsz992tuGIHrvXocqC8Btj3Y-WYVUPd0YYX0C3eDAORo483zV-6jyM5wPbiL0nyZ-b7lfnQ/Jupiter4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAypO1LAsz992tuGIHrvXocqC8Btj3Y-WYVUPd0YYX0C3eDAORo483zV-6jyM5wPbiL0nyZ-b7lfnQ/Jupiter4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jupiter with three moon. Sad to say that my camera is not good enough to caputure the brown lines across it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAyFgy3Td95tHYsJ4n1IAHWHGPrrAPDOAHabVvydXlE2kEbH_IXvr4O-JUPZhJUEFhkdDZgm3k2wlg/Sagittarius.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAyFgy3Td95tHYsJ4n1IAHWHGPrrAPDOAHabVvydXlE2kEbH_IXvr4O-JUPZhJUEFhkdDZgm3k2wlg/Sagittarius.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sagitterius- the teapot! The brightest at the corner was jupiter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy1_-LaVzhhRPk3N_MBoZgfpRVNbmKTdlfL8YE8BRjgJJhDgS_r249qyx0hG8BdcQqpadMRV7RT6g/Scorpius2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy1_-LaVzhhRPk3N_MBoZgfpRVNbmKTdlfL8YE8BRjgJJhDgS_r249qyx0hG8BdcQqpadMRV7RT6g/Scorpius2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scorpius&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy17WVxC_krETvaEP_2LQ1I7G0IIZ6YUZwZVelu01PYgxMq_lAxjG4p4Oh9DUT93aH_Yyc4WYR7LA/Saturn2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy17WVxC_krETvaEP_2LQ1I7G0IIZ6YUZwZVelu01PYgxMq_lAxjG4p4Oh9DUT93aH_Yyc4WYR7LA/Saturn2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturn with ring! Heard it cant be seen for another two more years =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAxKtVv6M7zP3GSSkaE8tyOa-9LyCbvaaIhqQqEX70MSYGJDrmo1N8oW05BWhRf4buxFZdm1dxu6Yw/Sky2%20(southern).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAxKtVv6M7zP3GSSkaE8tyOa-9LyCbvaaIhqQqEX70MSYGJDrmo1N8oW05BWhRf4buxFZdm1dxu6Yw/Sky2%20(southern).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random picture of the night&lt;/p&gt;Bintan was quite wayward but in a nice way. The town move in a nice slow pace and not forgetting that bumpy ride on the last seat of the old bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAz-mhfYi--YHGO00s8CL3JuDrSAYxPxDghW4E-wzZNQswYUJ0Gy1ipNvmyqAHhaYr5kyMtm8yib2Q/Bus%20(bintan).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAz-mhfYi--YHGO00s8CL3JuDrSAYxPxDghW4E-wzZNQswYUJ0Gy1ipNvmyqAHhaYr5kyMtm8yib2Q/Bus%20(bintan).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wheel in the bus go round and round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long before I experience all this with my family members on tours, it was nice reminiscing all this. Went for an hour of foot reflexology, which cost me just 6 bucks! On top of that, the service was better to none, with shoes nicely place in front of you after you are done and courteous smile. Went for a nice long swim too with friends too! The hotel room maker was nice too, always smiling and help me a couple of times. Had a great time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is always a downside for everything. The food was, well not of my liking. It was always the same old food on the table just different style of cooking. But the koh ro pok dip with that black sauce was nice. Experience a little saddness too, nevermind ignore ignore. I will bring home with only happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAzAqAqda4kZdWBJ1Iouz0zntm05aMHob8FXPP6HXY8elH020ruUvl9Lk5gyHxlcoxfpz7DUc0SPEQ/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAzAqAqda4kZdWBJ1Iouz0zntm05aMHob8FXPP6HXY8elH020ruUvl9Lk5gyHxlcoxfpz7DUc0SPEQ/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angie brithday "cake"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAyZ3eloWjMNRiDybv63yMa1ZGLM3_t3gYvMYVkXq_52fjEDlTdOkDy9FL9UXE4D0hMjcFemB_VC2g/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAyZ3eloWjMNRiDybv63yMa1ZGLM3_t3gYvMYVkXq_52fjEDlTdOkDy9FL9UXE4D0hMjcFemB_VC2g/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wenyi birthday "cake". How last mintue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy_rmRVewKyJ6u5mbHHXQ8uuW9W_vqFJP6MgAFjHuVzuUOipkrZI45HfqL1RR81T98XZhcyihAEAw/Sunset3%20(NYP).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAy_rmRVewKyJ6u5mbHHXQ8uuW9W_vqFJP6MgAFjHuVzuUOipkrZI45HfqL1RR81T98XZhcyihAEAw/Sunset3%20(NYP).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sun set&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAwyHPhSvb1Ej1gCPXieXPeOZNaKezEyrbtygSFTx6xbBkb_3lQ_kqbGhiOt89lqpCw3ojBknLrx5A/Moonset2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1idbyw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1pVJ_r-Mq1HAwyHPhSvb1Ej1gCPXieXPeOZNaKezEyrbtygSFTx6xbBkb_3lQ_kqbGhiOt89lqpCw3ojBknLrx5A/Moonset2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moon set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! time to study. There was no doubt that reading is the best antidote for sleeping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-3625957899095295613?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3625957899095295613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=3625957899095295613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3625957899095295613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3625957899095295613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/06/bintan-trip.html' title='Bintan trip'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-1628941347486014195</id><published>2008-03-19T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:02:26.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results out</title><content type='html'>I struggled for long, mustering all the guts I have, just to peek at my results. That sensation of that struggle was awful. Any harder pumping could cause my heart to fall out of its place. I only manage to catch my breath after the first glimse of my results. All I could say about this semester result was the impossible had happen. The protein technology paper which I screw up big time and marketing, which speaks a total foreign language, finally got A. At least I have made improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, was force to stay at home this few day due to tight cash. If I remember correctly, this was the first time I acutally think twice on spending money that i was really interested in. I even gave up on watching today Singapore qualifier match even though it was $3. Was reading the papers this morning when I cross upon an article talking about how exciting this match will be. I felt regretful. But alas, the last statement cheer me up. It will be on air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-1628941347486014195?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1628941347486014195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1628941347486014195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1628941347486014195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1628941347486014195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/03/results-out.html' title='Results out'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-1432284135056521175</id><published>2008-03-15T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:43:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronomy competition</title><content type='html'>The competition is finally... OVER! oh with the exception of some administration work, dang. The whole registration thing was crazy though. Everything was not completed until half an hour before the official opening. Participants came stroll in earlier then expected and problems had to be clarified. Similar to the previous year, I do saw passionate teacher. Geylang Methodist teacher was so concern about their well being, revising with them before the competion and requiring more about the competition quiz format. RGS teacher rush to find his student when some of his students had headed the wrong direction. I had to rush here and there till my leg hurts. Anyway, I am really grateful for all those who came and help, without you guys, the competition will not be a success. Thanks once again for your time and assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had some trash talk with some girls. Learn not to judge its book by its cover. Ones outlook appearance might not represent the true inner self. The world is harsh. I also learn not to bring people down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/R9wINEoyioI/AAAAAAAAABA/H8yVGixFmq4/s1600-h/e21a44e878e417aa79a1460b5c6095e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178022692245375618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/R9wINEoyioI/AAAAAAAAABA/H8yVGixFmq4/s320/e21a44e878e417aa79a1460b5c6095e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/R9wKrEoyipI/AAAAAAAAABI/79LKkWsFc3M/s1600-h/fb28bcab3f1d018d2488438c8ee05dc8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178025406664706706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/R9wKrEoyipI/AAAAAAAAABI/79LKkWsFc3M/s320/fb28bcab3f1d018d2488438c8ee05dc8.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/9717415-1432284135056521175?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1432284135056521175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1432284135056521175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1432284135056521175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1432284135056521175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/03/astronomy-competition.html' title='Astronomy competition'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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/_8HuLuV3xPEk/R9wINEoyioI/AAAAAAAAABA/H8yVGixFmq4/s72-c/e21a44e878e417aa79a1460b5c6095e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-4056989914938750940</id><published>2008-03-13T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:21:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed</title><content type='html'>I felt so blessed today. It feels as though there was an angel up there, watching and guarding me intently. I was picking my clothes for dinner this afternoon when the sliding glass door of my wardrobe loses it track. It landed on the floor next to me and glass pieces scatter every corner of my room but me. Some even landed just right beside my feet. How blessed I was to be unhurt, perhaps this is the true meaning of close shave. The down side was, I had to clear up the messed. My father was so concern that I will get hurt that he clear up the dangerous area for me and got himself injured instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my cousin wedding. The man that pronounce them couples was honestly, horrible. Poor diction with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mandarin&lt;/span&gt; added to his speech, gosh. I felt that the dinner was short. Perhaps it is just me, for I am truly enjoying myself. "I am happy for your company. That's enough!", I was immerse with joy with thne company of my relatives and friends. It was long before I saw my third uncle and of course my long lost childhood friend, Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny used to take care of her when she was a baby. I last saw her when I was primary four when my granny passed away. My impression of that cute little toodler was totally different. From a short (at least shorter than me) cute girl to a taller (she was was like 175cm) pretty lady. I am jealous. My aunties seems to adore her, like duh, who doesn't. I still remember her features though and she too could recognize me. I had fun chatting with her, remincing the past. I enjoy my time with her back then (of course, now too) that I could remember her house layout, what she told me when she was younger and our outings. I will never lose this friend again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-4056989914938750940?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4056989914938750940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=4056989914938750940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4056989914938750940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4056989914938750940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-3334184314948459506</id><published>2008-03-08T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:36:41.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LTC camp</title><content type='html'>Joined LTC again, but this round as part of helper. Both joy and un-happiness co-existed, but happiness still dominates =) I really had great fun and truly enjoy myself. We played angel and mortal where Guo Han was my mortal.  Teck was my angel. It was pretty obvious for he treat me just the opposite of nice. We also had to build the tallest structure with items like chair, newspaper, stick and strings. My group build a structure of both stability and height, thanks to cheating and group member knowledge of robe tying. Next we prepare the telematch where I took this opportunity to help my mortal. We also screen a movie about jailbirds playing football. It was a touching story and I enjoy watching it with my peers, it was cosy and warm. This was followed by night walk where I had fun hosting a game. I had a great time laughing at their actions. The night ended with some blind folded dancing session where I randomly grab my friends and dance along with them. Had great time letting down my hair, all the problems on my shoulder seems to be shaken off just at that moment. I had a bathe at the scary Blk L toilet, both quiet with manifested with spiders. Had a rough night at astro room. I seriously have no idea how the floor could get so cold when the window and doors are closed with no air conditioner and fan. Even with straw mat under, it doesn't help. Next morning, we had amazing race where i hosted a game. Game master for my section was tedious and tiresome. I am thankful for Alvin presence. We also had some performance and everything was just so rubbishy hilarious and fun. Home sweet home alas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-3334184314948459506?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3334184314948459506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=3334184314948459506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3334184314948459506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3334184314948459506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/03/ltc-camp.html' title='LTC camp'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-3929495335262978736</id><published>2008-03-03T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:40:06.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its holiday time</title><content type='html'>The taxing examination was finally over, to much relief. With endless projects, reports and examination to dealt with, it is perhaps the most tedious semester. I have no confidence in faring well this round for I am feeling too tired from all those sleepless night and being restless at times. Even the study break wasn't well utilize as I spend the first week resting resulting in little sleep during examination days =X. Besides, I finally apprehend how computer game could destory one's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the long awaited holidays had arrive. Even so, days wasn't hardly sluggish. With the up coming annual astro competition (had to find helpers, plan this plan that, tsk!) and camp. Just when could I ever do things that I truly enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character had turn from bad to worst. Getting more hot-tempered. Friends be patient I will try to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-3929495335262978736?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3929495335262978736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=3929495335262978736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3929495335262978736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3929495335262978736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-holiday-time.html' title='Its holiday time'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-28961315441117826</id><published>2007-12-28T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:55:32.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>It was girls night out once again! Really greateful for this hard to come opportunity. They have transorm quite a bit from that little innocent girls to this beautiful ladies. We had fun sabotaging each and everyone, spilling the beans out =X. Nevertheless, it was fun and entertaining. Next, we headed down to clark quay where the devil horns caught our attention which we of course grabbed them down. When the night was still young, few people was caught wearing it. We were in the centre of attention where everyone ask us where we purchase them. There was this Korean guys that ask us to take photo with them (we agreed as we thought we were supposed to take photo for them and not with them). But as the sky get darker, the novelty wears off as everyone was wearing it. There was even the raindeer headband, blue devil horn.. whatever! We had a drink or two before bading goodbye. 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Hao fen wor! Zui jing zong jue de hen bu kai xin hen bu yu kuai. Gong ke xue ye yang yang dou bu xiang li le. Xin zong jue de hao luan hao luan. Zui zao de shi bu nen jiang chu lai fo ze dai ge bei ren zong zong de ma fen. Jiang chu lai ye ke neng dai gei da jia bu li. Ai~ zi hao mou mou chang zai xin li tou. Mai a mai, kuai chuan bu guo qi lai. Hao xiang hao xiang hui dao zong xue wo men yi qi wei xue ye er fen dou de mei hao shi guang. Xian zai zi neng guai zhi ji qi chu bu hao hao zhen xi ye zhi neng hui wei. ou er, ye hui huan xiang you ren neng geng wo jiang "lai gen wo zou, ni bu shu yu ze li de di fang." you ren ke yi dai wo hui qu ma? wo tao yan ze li wo hen bu de li kai. The bad side about being in all girls school is that I will missed it so dearly. I never regret chosing that school. How I wish I could return even if just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so feel like typing in chinese. I missed you girls so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-8828043710584052890?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/8828043710584052890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=8828043710584052890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8828043710584052890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8828043710584052890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/11/hao-fen-wor.html' title='hao fen wor'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-5195289689914153572</id><published>2007-10-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:20:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronomy</title><content type='html'>To much of my delights, there is plenty star gazing activity line up this month. Went East Coast Park to view the orionid meteor shower. Although there was few unpleasant experiences the shooting star that I saw had made it all up. Saw 3 shooting star in all! Two of them was shinning brilliantly across the cloudy sky while the other move across the vast dark night leaving a long tail behind. What a sight! A pity I didn't get to catch all of them. Of course there was some disappointment. My junior, sigh, I don't even wanna to mention them. We also encounter an unpleasant situation with RGS girls and the organizer. They took our rented bike without our consent (they ask permission from other camper). The RGS girls were simply unreasonable. Although it was a misunderstanding they should give an apology at the least. To make matter worst they even had the cheek to smile at us. Damn all those girls. Just their luck that they didn't get it from me. I was really mad that I pushed Mark to his limit. He keep apologizing and trying to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay back quite late yesterday night too. We were suppose to set up telescope for NUS student but little did we expect only 3 came. Nevertheless, it was quite fruitful. Saw the moon and Jupiter again. The moon still look so awe aspiring with all the craters. Jupiter was nice too! with the brown grey strips across the body planet and 4 brilliant star around it. Learned about the summer triangle namly the Altair, Vega and Deneb. This three star was suposedly following the chinese mythology, qi xi or rather the niu lang and zhi nv. Altair was suposed to be the male counterpart whereas Vega being the female. Both star was hanging opposite from each other sepearted by the milky way. Deneb being the magpie link both star together. Interesting! Vega was nice too! it appear link a ring diamond sparkling with different colours in the dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rx8_00v92uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eBFlNULpq0c/s1600-h/P23-10-07_20.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124885077716490978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rx8_00v92uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eBFlNULpq0c/s200/P23-10-07_20.20.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/9717415-5195289689914153572?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5195289689914153572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=5195289689914153572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5195289689914153572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5195289689914153572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/10/astronomy.html' title='Astronomy'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rx8_00v92uI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eBFlNULpq0c/s72-c/P23-10-07_20.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-282431155838882966</id><published>2007-10-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:02:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week before term start</title><content type='html'>For the week, I have been heading towards school to do some laboratory work. Did bacteria assay and prepare media. Made DT angry though. We played with the roller chair in the laboratory and she screamed before storming out. When we apologised she claim she wasn't mad at us but worried. This incident allow me to recall what I had learnt previously when I am working. As a student, whatever mistake we made, an apology is sufficient. But as a working adult, one have to be responsible for all mistake. Further more, I should have respect the laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Installed dota too. Play a couple a times with the guys. The game was quite frightening, scary graphics and threatening harsh sound. Seriously still cant apprehend that game, "feeder" as they put it. My dad started playing too. He seems to like that game, keep playing, tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, clear up my files in the virtual as well as reality. My room still look so "man". I will try to decorate it further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121203594959117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/RxIriUv92tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a5GrJuSDzs8/s200/P13-10-07_22.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to temple this morning. Was so reluctant to get out of the bed. Afterwards, my family headed towards marina to shop awhile before having a hefty meal at my cousin place. Damn, it was so filling that I gained weight, oh no! I really treasure those time with them, it was long before I enjoyed myself like this. Taking care of my niece was no easy task though. Both keep sticking on me and have loads of energy spurt. How tiring! The younger one even stand up put her leg over me before hugging me to sleep. How adorable! From them, I also learned what is jealousy and what is it like to fight for attention. From young I am always have a lot of jies jies taken care of me (princess as my cousin put it) and never knew what is like to be fighting for attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-282431155838882966?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/282431155838882966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=282431155838882966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/282431155838882966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/282431155838882966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/10/week-before-term-start.html' title='Week before term start'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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/_8HuLuV3xPEk/RxIriUv92tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/a5GrJuSDzs8/s72-c/P13-10-07_22.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-3271114543909742724</id><published>2007-10-07T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:59:47.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days before school start</title><content type='html'>Head towards school to settle adminstration stuff with Yi Ying. The decision was a last minute one after our sudden msn meeting at 1 a.m, zzz. Since it was the long before we met each other, we have loads of topic to touch upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled it quickly before meeting Ying's poly forum friends in town. After they departed, we headed towards city hall for some shopping whilst waiting for Xie Chen. Every where seems to have sales and both of us bought the same bag. While making payment both of us suddenly turn around having this feeling, sensing his precense. True enough, the next moment I received a phone call from him. He have this army hairstyle till I could not recognize him. I told Ying to suppress her emotions when meeting him but still , she was shocked. He told me I had grew fatter! oh no! cry me a river. We ate dinner (thanks for it!) and joke around (the joke was not due to the joke itself but due to Ying unable to understand it, as usual). We continue shopping while he stand aside taking care of our achievements before heading home. wo gan dao hen kai xin, hao hao wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Yong Lin drive Ying, Fu Lin and me around for supper. He was such a careful driver, no wonder he could pass. Thanks for the ride, hoa hao wan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will such merry ends? hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-3271114543909742724?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3271114543909742724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=3271114543909742724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3271114543909742724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3271114543909742724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-before-school-start.html' title='days before school start'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-4638469712164239329</id><published>2007-10-03T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:33:09.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so random</title><content type='html'>Long entry? I know. The last few days of the entry was done up badly as it was getting late and I am tired. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, it seems that I missed out the fun on mid-autumn in school =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hei&lt;/span&gt; tang ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt; episode 11 was so sad. Cried a bit, getting more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; as I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a big boo-boo yesterday. After having a nice long shower I open the door and it refused to budged. I began having weird thoughts thinking it might be a ghost on the other side holding on the the door. When it finally open, I headed towards the kitchen to put the dirty laundry away when I saw this white figure at the main gate. Out of shock, I screamed. This "white figure" was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; this lady trying to collect newspaper fee from me, well how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday was about to end and I wasn't prepared totally. No new clothes, shoes and stationary stocked up yet. Previous notes and work wasn't neatly store away yet. I am plainly too sluggish to do any thing about it. Another four more days before I head schools again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the "smell" of going to school like year ones once again, I see that as a good sign. Will I still have animosity, after making that decision? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--oh this post was so random!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-4638469712164239329?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/4638469712164239329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=4638469712164239329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4638469712164239329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/4638469712164239329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-random.html' title='so random'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-5382390877455430976</id><published>2007-10-02T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:44:13.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheng du and jiu zhai gou china trip (24th sept - 1st oct)</title><content type='html'>I seems to be fatter *pouting lips* I could feel that uncomfortable extra ring of fats around my waist and my wrist is thicker. I keep gorging myself until I have this feeling of being bloated every meal except for two in which one seems unhygienic (the environment is already such a turn off plus I spotted black spots in most dishes) and another one seems unappetizing. Who could resist a wide spread of food in front of you? In addition they dish out a lot of vegetable, simply irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard of living seems to be higher compare to last year when I visited shanghai. The toilet are much cleaner, in relative comparison. Although the pungent stench still exist in certain restroom and most don't provide toilet paper but at least it is dry. The items are more costly, one have to think twice before making a purchase this time. The sales person are relatively courteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Was at the airport waiting for the gate to open when I saw this lady behind me bending down filling up some departure form. She look like one of my lecturer in school, her distinct size and slightly bald head. When she raise up her head, that it, is her, HBD teacher which taught me cardio. Luckily, she wasn't in my tour group, but I still do see her in main tourist attraction places. I am quite lousy as this is the first time I learned how to adjust the air-corn on the flight and it was also the first time I did noticed that there were marking on the plane indicating the angle in which the wings had bend. Arrived in Cheng Du, Si Chuan at late noon. Met the tour guide (unfortunately, he is those stereo type Chinese, only look at money, I seriously dread it. Some of the sales person I came across was also like this, following you around assissting you but was actually eyeing on the commission. I dread this feeling as deep inside I knew they are not genuine, trying to serve you from the bottom of the heart. Of course, I do meet up with some really nice ladies in this journey) and hang around a street that sell mainly souvenirs. Things there was a little steep, after all is a tourist attraction place where Caucasian frequent. We had our dinner before heading to watch a show called "Jing Sha". It was so crowded as it was the last performances before their ten day national holiday break and their China was also present to preview the show hogging the best seat in the house that we had to take the second level and it was such an uncomfortable view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The day was tough. It was a ten hour journey ride to Jiu Zhai Gou. Towards the journey, the tour guide tell us more about the different tribal group existed on the mountain. There was this particular journey where the bus have to cross this temporarily metal one lane structure hanging across this river called the Ming Jiang (the head of Chang Jiang) as a portion of our route was blocked by landslide and we have to take the other path across the river. It was scary as the lane was just fitting for the bus. The bus driver accidentally scratch the vehicle against the metal handle while he did the turning. Nevertheless, he was consider skillful as it was narrow. He still claim that our journey was a smooth ride which I do not understand why until I made the return trip on day 4. Our hotel is at the middle of the mountain and it was beautiful. The exterior was build like ancient Tibet brick house and the interior was warm and cosy. I was later told that no nails was use to do up the ceiling. Iron board and hair drier was provided and the outside view was beautiful. The bell boys and house keepers dress in Tibet uniform and they were courteous. I like one of the waitress as she was polite and speedy. I was really satisfied and was surprise it was only given a four star rating. I would gladly dish out five if i were to rate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbIcmFsmU9m8eLnexkM81cVLmOGwGr3MHnGKNFU5yd0rPQOOp00_ib-SeRRmPWdQGs"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbIcmFsmU9m8eLnexkM81cVLmOGwGr3MHnGKNFU5yd0rPQOOp00_ib-SeRRmPWdQGs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from my dad place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb-C6R0fXhBpcmzQeCYOKdeBfojgcnXZ3qirjE5YwHb7lx4dYWn47EovXE6jy1gyMI"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb-C6R0fXhBpcmzQeCYOKdeBfojgcnXZ3qirjE5YwHb7lx4dYWn47EovXE6jy1gyMI" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from my place&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was the main attraction for the whole trip and the most tiring one. Our group have to join with another group so that we could book a pollution free bus at a cheaper rate if not we have to walk a longer distance and have to squeeze in the public bus which I am quite reluctant to do so. Our group arrived first and we had to wait for the other group (quite indecisive, one minute the want to book the bus and another minute drop out, in the end, all decided to book the bus) our group member keep grumbling that my tour guide could not take it that he scolded the other tour guide for being late. I was quite cross having to wait but the other tour guide was so nice and sincere in apologising that I could not bring myself to be angry with them. The group had the worst combination. There was this particular group of 6 (3 couple, one of which have pretty face, another of my parent age and another average couple) whom were always the last to on board the bus when others have to wait for them(3 times according to my dad calculation). They were also late on this particular occasion when a time was set. Although they apologize while boarding the bus (in which the tour leader have to naturally say "bu yong jing", never mind in Chinese) their tour group member sitting right behind me could not tolerate them. They were pin-pointing them saying that they are very proud, always the first to leave but last to board. Then say that tour guides of course have to say never mind as they could not say "bu ke yi", can not in Chinese. The next round the group sitting behind me arrive later than expected time when the group of 3 couples whom was always late, arrived on time. My tour leader claimed that my group had all arrive to the other tour leader. The oldest male of the 3 couples began saying that it is their group that who have irresponsible members and they should set the time earlier the next round. Upon hearing this I began saying, " the pot calling the kettle black, the greatest ironic of life" to my mother. She just sniggered. What I claim wasn't wrong as they too were irresponsible. Later, I was told that usually their group had to depart half an hour after predicted time every morning. My sympathy to the tour leader, it was unfair to her, she was really a darling. You could literally see the word "stress" written on her face as she always have to return back chasing her members. She was really cute to dare gossip about her members to my mother. I expected Jiu Zhai Gou's toilet to be extremely dirty, wet and stink due to the crowd but I was totally wrong. It was so clean, to much of my surprise. It was acutally a water-less chemical toilet, Jiu Zhai Gou does not have water, it was way cool. It is made out of bowl wrapped with plastic around it. After you are done with it, the automated machine would pull the plastic down changing a new plastic for the next user. So the bowl was clean. It does not emit pungent smell as there will be this bus driving around which collect all this used plastic bag. Of course, Jiu Zhai Gou was known for its scenery. I am lucky to have such a fine weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb-S_NHGbIwQ0-IxSGXS6yAQ2EmJIj4bExNtMFHijJJkQuJT1TjuVKm52Hrr_dZBb8"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb-S_NHGbIwQ0-IxSGXS6yAQ2EmJIj4bExNtMFHijJJkQuJT1TjuVKm52Hrr_dZBb8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbaZYAU9p_9ntUZi98JjiQL5OjlzOUejRj-DWimRbeuKIrujwiMnr_cJq-Me-IcxU0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbaZYAU9p_9ntUZi98JjiQL5OjlzOUejRj-DWimRbeuKIrujwiMnr_cJq-Me-IcxU0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGag05IhPaYic7gfm6NyKOLdI81e5QV3cOLY2YcxuoVrJiAZU1DEjvAO3UtpLvM3lMM"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGag05IhPaYic7gfm6NyKOLdI81e5QV3cOLY2YcxuoVrJiAZU1DEjvAO3UtpLvM3lMM" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGafXekfMSiGEIeiqSTzZiod00fx4igmpKqa7uBdNmyPVA_psK__eEnN_CMimXOXjX8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The water was so crystal clear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGYCmAFQ68FWt0zK8ohBxlaXOQft9QLeA0V8WhcGm-dHhYz8_ZH48lu0xJA9bt7_jRU"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGYCmAFQ68FWt0zK8ohBxlaXOQft9QLeA0V8WhcGm-dHhYz8_ZH48lu0xJA9bt7_jRU" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGZvF9XSVQzHMZdiWtltRRHHSsOf-n3-I7Wgl0fXElfsOmMxFWzRzE74xY--sBMfV78"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGZvF9XSVQzHMZdiWtltRRHHSsOf-n3-I7Wgl0fXElfsOmMxFWzRzE74xY--sBMfV78" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirror lake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGaMjFMFx4q0PzKUy5bQkk-dYeSdcxw1CKoZF2ii_s422a4LmgsSegr_rhuCukEMM08"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGaMjFMFx4q0PzKUy5bQkk-dYeSdcxw1CKoZF2ii_s422a4LmgsSegr_rhuCukEMM08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGZNYi_Dvl3iBmsQHwyKEU1oB6XU0LA9nmgBq1eDfBJW2aJ34sp5c9430AObVQT5RVc"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGZNYi_Dvl3iBmsQHwyKEU1oB6XU0LA9nmgBq1eDfBJW2aJ34sp5c9430AObVQT5RVc" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb64zLN44k25cT2H77G73EUr9gN32D_Gxu7IG84OKFst21yGpkvDWxEPHuzC-1l_k0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb64zLN44k25cT2H77G73EUr9gN32D_Gxu7IG84OKFst21yGpkvDWxEPHuzC-1l_k0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGa8FYOnRHEp4gqzZ7dady1LVruQcXWHMNjMpBGD2qF1u279KKX1Mr-gifJCCR_MmJs"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGa8FYOnRHEp4gqzZ7dady1LVruQcXWHMNjMpBGD2qF1u279KKX1Mr-gifJCCR_MmJs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Journey back to the middle of cheng du and jiu zhai gou. Since the previous day was a tiring one, today was a light day. This is the day where we saw beautiful autumn scenery. The hill was filled greenery with a slightly red and yellow hue, a scenery unluckily to be spotted here. I finally understood why the driver say we were lucky the other day. On our return we saw those heading Jiu Zhai Gou having to stop and wait (it was quite a long queue) for big vehicle on the other lane to pass first on narrow and rocky road. We were lucky this time too. We were intercepted by army tracks and we followed closely behind. Since it was an army track, other vehicle had to give way to them ( just like we had to give way to police and ambulance car) and we also earned that advantage. As my tour guide had put it, "gen ta men the pi gu zhou, zhou ta men de guang". Towards the journey we also passed by the red army statue which reminds us that CCP had once passed by this tedious and tough road. Went for massage with my parents at the hotel for a price of 12 bucks for 45 minute. The lady at the parlour keep telling me how fortunate I am. They had to work everyday (yes, including Sunday) from 7pm-12pm. If you have the same mind set as me thinking that they are lucky to have such a short working hour, you are totally wrong. My dad was alert enough to continue asking them on their transportation. They say they had to walk home in which by the time it will be 7am. They also say that when they were studying they usually have this lunch box in which they had to last for a week. Imagine eating the same food for a week, I would never done that, I would rather throw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGYq7tTHZ7RxP0Txav1DxYW8obwnwBHRY_v7rqMlQjEKARHoFAzq2L6r1CjSIKw4G6U"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGYq7tTHZ7RxP0Txav1DxYW8obwnwBHRY_v7rqMlQjEKARHoFAzq2L6r1CjSIKw4G6U" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb80JTYdKlXsJfzG4hzSaec2VL9kri0be2XsGue_woij6EKqGMrA8aeud8S4sQKRM8"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGb80JTYdKlXsJfzG4hzSaec2VL9kri0be2XsGue_woij6EKqGMrA8aeud8S4sQKRM8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Day 5:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went to jade and silk factory today. Mummy bought me a silk pillow as she claimed it was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 6:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went to see panda today. My impression of it was a rather fat and sluggish animal with two black eye but damn I was totally wrong. This trip had changed my opinion on them. They were just so adorable. How I just wish I could hug this big furry bear. My first visit was this three year old panda. At first it keep facing it butt towards us but it finally stood up turn around and sit facing towards us eating its bamboo like nobody business. How cute! Next we visit baby panda in which we were not allowed to take any photograph. They were sleeping peacefully in the cot. Next we visit those active one year old panda. In one of the video that I shoot, the baby panda try to balance on its hind leg but failed to do so and depart from the scene like it was embarrass. The next video shows this panda trying to climb down and in a particular moment it appear like a child hanging on a monkey bar. How adorable. Next we visit the red panda. 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We were bought to this massage parlour which sold all those Chinese medication. Since most of my tour group visited their shop before in other area we decline having the free massage service as we knew that they would hold on to the leg until you purchase some item. On poor response, the sales person face turn black. My father does not like it and left the place. When she was doing her speech, another couple in my group was talking. She rudely say a Chinese word equivalent to keep quiet. I could not take it till I stormed out of the room and slammed the door with full force. Those boys outside waiting to give customer massage was also shocked. Part of this action was done out of sub-conscious, including the standing up part. I knew once I stood up I could not sit back so I continue walking towards the door. Soon another old couple also left the place. I am too hot tempered, I should learn from the doctors in my group!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then headed towards the dead sea resort. Unfortunately I wasn't able to dip inside the pool so I rented the computer. The lady which assist me was really cute and nice. As I do not bring along any small change, I gave her ten yuen(it only cost five yuen for an hour) and ask her to keep the change. When I packed up, she head towards to the reception and got me my change. How nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 7:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went to Hakka village when the tour guide behave oddly, we were given 4 hour to shop, he hardly spoken. I think it was due to poor response from our purchase. In that village, we grabbed some tid-bits. The lays sold there was limited and was slightly expensive so I was reluctant to made purchases. He bring us to another commerical shop which nobody fork out any money before heading towards bu xing jie, my fave part of the tour. Unfortuntely for me the time wasn't sufficient for me to shop all but my family head back again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbN8PAT43vemZmvJrixjj84V8Rr79L1Mp57HkDMv_sSfu7RDANLbBEhYQBtPwcBbt0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbN8PAT43vemZmvJrixjj84V8Rr79L1Mp57HkDMv_sSfu7RDANLbBEhYQBtPwcBbt0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGYBQTjofEA3h1_cbP3z59wIlsK8Rbka7X21ksHx5SPABgpHtSmTebunB6TrXO5zX8I"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGYBQTjofEA3h1_cbP3z59wIlsK8Rbka7X21ksHx5SPABgpHtSmTebunB6TrXO5zX8I" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 8:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was national day and everywhere around my hotel was having all sort of promotion. It was really crowded and the atmosphere was light and joyful. I head back towards the shopping district when I chance upon coat, dress and pants. Since it was a public holiday, they dish out 80 -70% discount. All those sales person there was what I called typical money grabber chinese. They were impressed with my English and kept comenting,praising on it. They tried to communciate to me in English too for fear I do not understand mandrine. Alas I headed back where I slept soundly on the plane. The plane have some incident with those chinese too, ask me for more detail, hard to explain here. They would keep pressing for assistance if they wasn't serve with things which was also served for other people. The boy do not behave either, climbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pFSqrzcuzbGbiXXjzo9fMXwFX1h4kql6ZMjKvOkBQrtTlmGRiVhPoFt3PdWUHl_PoZyZVxxiGfHM" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-5382390877455430976?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5382390877455430976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=5382390877455430976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5382390877455430976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5382390877455430976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheng-du-and-jiu-zhai-gou-china-trip.html' title='cheng du and jiu zhai gou china trip (24th sept - 1st oct)'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-6740572009195064284</id><published>2007-09-20T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:03:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro</title><content type='html'>Just when I was dissapointed and thought that nobody putting in responsibility for this club, you guys sprung up and surprised me, giving me hope once again. So delighted and touched =) To my surprise, Alan came very on time (I lied to him that meeting start at 3pm instead of 4pm, thinking he might be late again) even though he say he couldn't make it the other day. Andrew came earlier than me too, now thats something to be shock about, even though he was so worn out from his chalet. With the usual teck and ying as companion, it make me think that alas I didn't waste sacrificing my time. Paper work was easy to settle and didnt have any problem. We have more than what we wanted. We requested for 50 dollar funding and Mr guru didnt mind giving us 100. In addition he is willing to dish out cca points which will aid me in bringing in more members. That is enough to make my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-6740572009195064284?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6740572009195064284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=6740572009195064284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6740572009195064284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6740572009195064284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/astro.html' title='Astro'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-6982408953100939952</id><published>2007-09-19T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:28:21.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-result</title><content type='html'>Results deproved and hit to the square one =( Sigh! never expect it to turn out like this, a plaque on my report card. Need to buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for this coming semester:&lt;br /&gt;- Getting jackpot of ace with more than of distinction (desperately need to decorate my report card!)&lt;br /&gt;- Reports not any tinge lesser than impressive&lt;br /&gt;- Improve standard of living (healthy living, no swearing, behave properly, yadda yadda.)&lt;br /&gt;- Be more organized (always rely on friends on venue and timing for lesson, even tips for test. Plan carefully before agreeing on any task, a mistake last semester, tsk!)&lt;br /&gt;- Can not afford to be blur&lt;br /&gt;- Work all the way like a machine! Dont give away to temptations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say I would work hard but very likly ever accomplished it. This time I must keep reminding myself of this resolution. en! Jia you wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought narkarta 19 days ago and havent got the chance to catch it. Didn't know it was meant to be spooky until like yesterday. All the while I thought it was comdey. How? so scared. Someone pei me watch leh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-6982408953100939952?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6982408953100939952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=6982408953100939952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6982408953100939952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6982408953100939952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-result.html' title='post-result'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-6714241440453825328</id><published>2007-09-18T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:08:04.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-results release</title><content type='html'>Results out tonight! Feeling the jittery. Hope result ain't too bad looking. Dare not face result tonight. It was such a dilemma one side of me so wanted to take a peak at the results and the other side was too scared to face it. Can't expect much after all papers were a bit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;. Cell tech was utter rubbish with a lot of blanks. Biochemistry was not done wholeheartedly due to some nature call. Common test results was the worst I had ever obtained and reports were not up to standard. Have to just pray not for the worst. Have to score higher than Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; and Ram! Idiotic Ram! He tricked me the moment I was online. I will make sure he will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fulfil ed&lt;/span&gt; his resolution of not swearing. Just watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take up part time job too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Preferably&lt;/span&gt; five dollar a hour at flexible timing. I want to train up on my public relations skills and learn how to organize and cope with time. Would love to try out roadshows and being a promoter. Anybody introduce?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-6714241440453825328?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6714241440453825328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=6714241440453825328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6714241440453825328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6714241440453825328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-results-release.html' title='Pre-results release'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-6962381044416636170</id><published>2007-09-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:14:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animosity</title><content type='html'>Solve my rubik cube! But the sense of satisfactory was a short one, perhaps cause I recieved helps. Feeling a bit down. The word "animosity" by Brian was what I truly agree upon. I need some cooling down period and be more mature in thoughts, wake up. (Dont ask me any thing about it, I don't want to lie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-6962381044416636170?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6962381044416636170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=6962381044416636170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6962381044416636170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6962381044416636170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/animosity.html' title='animosity'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-5545550287680941949</id><published>2007-09-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:32:28.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still sick</title><content type='html'>It been days, when will I ever recover? I am tired of all those hacking, coughing and that block nose. It is causing me lots of discomfort that result in sleepless night. Feeling lazy to do stuff too. So fed up with it tell I even storm the net for phelgm. For the past few days been resting at home. But alas! finally handed up my msds sheet. Bought quvec cube too, hope could master it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-5545550287680941949?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/5545550287680941949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=5545550287680941949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5545550287680941949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/5545550287680941949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-sick.html' title='still sick'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-7302505455517336133</id><published>2007-09-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:31:54.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Sick le =( Suffer from a full package of runny nose, sore throat and slight fever. Stay at home the whole day to recuperate. Slept from morning till noon woke up to eat lunch and continue sleeping till 3. Slept till my head feel heavy and drowsy. Peripherals feel weak too. On the bright side, hope can lose weight from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-7302505455517336133?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/7302505455517336133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=7302505455517336133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7302505455517336133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/7302505455517336133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-1361346357768309334</id><published>2007-09-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:03:49.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table tennis and football match</title><content type='html'>Played table tennis with Sailatha at my place this late morning. Totally lose touch with it, hah! Wasn't able to have that grip of the bat and not agile enough to position myself. I even injured myself as I accidentally brushed my pinky finger against that rough table. Till now it refused to clot *sob*. Refuse to train smacking too for I am too lazy to run and bend down to pick up the ball. Sailatha also gave me some cookies. Damn, it was so delicious. Tasted like crispy coca crunch, I want to make one like that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get sick too, have runny nose earlier on and my throat feel dry, the left side hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated astro blog too! check it out. Blogged about moon eclipse: &lt;a href="http://www.nyp-nastro.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html"&gt;http://www.nyp-nastro.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah! so disappointed with today football game. Firstly, I totally forget about today young lions' match and Teck forget to remind me too. It was out of coincidence that I spotted the match. Lucky for him too, Amri did not participate in the early match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I missed the walk out by korea super red. When looking at the preview, I think the referee decision was a bit harsh. Super red was firstly punished with a yellow card for delaying the time. It is a bit ridiculous though, why on earth does any one want to delay time in the early game and it was a draw. Next, he was send of for arguing. I think his mistake was lifting his leg too high up to demonstrate what was going on to the referee. From the screen, it appear as though he was preparing to kick the referee. Hmm, that make me wonder why does football player always like to argue with the referee when a foul was made. It was rather pointless, it never works. As I continue to watch, notice both side of guys have pretty face. Hah! Jasper was a good keeper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second half brought back my excitement as it was Amri turn. However, he was such a disappointment. He became more buffy and he wasn't as speedy as before, perhaps cause of his injury. Starting he keep going off-side and towards the middle he wasn't even running. Rather he was just parading in front of the goal post. Next, he missed a header and his curler was a bit off. Still I am impressed by his good attempt in attacks and he still looks cute when he plead the referee for a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although lions was a man advantage but they seems to be outnumbered on the field. They seems to be lacking of morale, spirit and stamina. Korea defence was tight and hard to crack, good job there! Does korea super red communicate in chinese too? I thought i heard "qiu zai hou mian". Channel five was not cooperative either. They rudely cut off my show although referee whistle wasn't blow and just as lions was attempting to score. Amri, get well soon, I hope to see your full form =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-1361346357768309334?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/1361346357768309334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=1361346357768309334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1361346357768309334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/1361346357768309334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-tennis.html' title='Table tennis and football match'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-8399061257964701724</id><published>2007-09-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:40:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Went to town for a little shopping this noon. On the way met primary school classmate, Peiyun. We chatted about primary school mate such as Desire, Fiona Lee (heard she changes alot from her friendster picture), Fiona Neo, Vanessa Lee, Siti, Irene, Xiu Wen, Su Hoon, Rina, Shi Ting, kappana, Eveline Lau.  Hmm, I forget to mention Anais, Regina Ng, Clarice Leong, Felicia Nah, Adda, Nuruh. While waiting for Ying, I saw this "model-scout" walking around the station. Not another fraud, I thought. There wasn't a tinge of professionalism in her, her dressing her looks her speech, plus she approach any tom dick and harry as long as they are local and young. People watch her a little and notice she usually target on mens claiming that she was looking for handsome man or young couples or those who standing around probably waiting for their friends. When Ying arrive we shop a little at far east and have lunch. When Joyce arrive after her driving class, we hang out at wisma follow by another eating session of udon. Then we headed to Cine to play pool or rather I watch them play. Wasn't really in a mood for a game or two, wasn't in the right atire. It was a rather long session (from the time when i could see sunlight peeping through the covered sheets of paper on the window till it was dark) and I could see improvement in them, I shall spare them from embarrasement. By the time, we headed to 24 Hr cafe at 2nd level and chatted a little. The day ended with Joyce dad picking us up. Didnt manage to hunt anything today though but nevertheless it was great that we keep in contact!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-8399061257964701724?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/8399061257964701724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=8399061257964701724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8399061257964701724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8399061257964701724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-3397684876603266900</id><published>2007-09-05T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:03:33.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro blog updated</title><content type='html'>Astro blog updated! The guys reaction towards it was so funny. They all goes like "wth" or "wtf". Hmm.. what an overwhelming response, should I post more of this kind? Or, should I do a every episode review? HaHa, kidding. (to view them, visit my cca blog at &lt;a href="http://www.nyp-nastro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.nyp-nastro.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, be prepared for the worst!) Guys, bare with this, I assure you that you will be please (which Wenyi doubt it) with the next entry, I spend like an hour plus past my bed time to put that up *sob* . It is already in the draft, post it if the previous turn dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too lazy to do morning exercise. Went straight to Ang Mo Kio Hub to buy stuff and spend like 225 bucks? Hah! I brought the letter to the letter box finally just to notice I forgot put on the stamp. Too lazy to bring that home I purchase a pack of stamp and send the letter out, at last, one task completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, girls anyone wants loreal fondation sample from the nu you magazine? I how happen to have extras *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-3397684876603266900?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/3397684876603266900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=3397684876603266900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3397684876603266900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/3397684876603266900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/astro-blog-updated.html' title='Astro blog updated'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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-9717415.post-8671184007211083093</id><published>2007-09-04T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:45:33.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly</title><content type='html'>Wanted to have some morning exercise but was just too tired to leave the comfort of the bed. By the time I was awoken it was already 9 plus. Decided to have a little stretch but still failed to do it properly due to lack of determination and motivation. Look like it seems impossible to lose all those apidocytes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit free this break so decided to try my hand on some agar. It was quite a failure. The package read that I should add 250g of sugar (damn, you should have seen how much 250g was, regreted wolfing so much pieces previously.) I didnt know what sugar they were refering to and added coarse sugar, the only sugar in my house. Guys, please enlight me what sugar was that. The first time I pour the solution in the mould, no matter how long I waited or how chilled the temperature was (I even tried putting them in the freezer), it refuse to solidify. I thought that solution might be too diluted so I boiled to allow some moisture to evaporate, dehydrating the solution making them more concentrated. Alas, it works. The solution seems to be more viscous. My original plan was having the bottom and 3rd layer red and the 2nd and top layer transparent. Also it failed, as there wasnt enough solution to form so many layer and also the layer doesnt seems to stick to one another after it solidfy. Again, guys enlight me how to make those layer stick to one another. Wells, what a failure but hey this my first time doing alone without guidance. Ha! this is the product, tadah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rtz9moYPBqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n5yzbdQ--xg/s1600-h/P04-09-07_13.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106234917647222434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rtz9moYPBqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n5yzbdQ--xg/s200/P04-09-07_13.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rtz9moYPBrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0csYGvCC-SE/s1600-h/P04-09-07_13.07%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106234917647222450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rtz9moYPBrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0csYGvCC-SE/s200/P04-09-07_13.07%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look nice? But tasted horrid honestly. Too sweet. No wonder my mother mentioned that I shouldn't follow the recepe on the label. She have her own recpie, but i couldn't remember hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I catch some, 黑糖瑪奇朵. It was just another ao xiang pian, wildly exaggerated and comical. The speech was well spoken though with some taiwan guai pi. Some actor look like other actors. And I thought i rembered ya tou ever go on the guess show, can anyone verify?&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/9717415-8671184007211083093?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/8671184007211083093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=8671184007211083093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8671184007211083093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/8671184007211083093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/jelly.html' title='Jelly'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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/_8HuLuV3xPEk/Rtz9moYPBqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n5yzbdQ--xg/s72-c/P04-09-07_13.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9717415.post-6621129965975813763</id><published>2007-09-03T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:17:28.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry</title><content type='html'>Decided to change my blog as the previous was abit.... whaha, nevermind, so tadah my new blog. Really have to thanks Keng Hao for setting up this blog for me (he forced me to credit him, kidding, really thanks!). He have to be patient with me as I am quite picky, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it is the holiday time. Loads of stuff for me to accomplish: packing my room, exercise to tone and burn out, post my warranty card, buying new clothes, have a new hair cut, catching up with old times and not forgetting filling up MSDS sheet. hmm, some are easy and counld be done in a jiffy but just too lazy. Suffering from some kind of mental sluggish so is hard for me to keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of teachers' day, I returned to CHIJ SJC. We tried to walk quickly to by pass the security guards but still he managed to caught us. He then ring up the office and pointed out that we were wearing slippers and shorts ("alot of shorts and slippers" as he put it). Later he directed us to Mr Oh who was waiting for us at the general office. He doesnt believe that we were the previous student and stop us from entering. When finally a teacher validate that we were indeed an ex-student he allowed us adding on that we should introduce some girls to our ex-form teacher who is still a beachlour. Teachers are still as crazy as ever, so many wu zhun picture. We talk abit before heading down to town to catch movie and have dinner at hong kong resturant. It was abit weird as we were treated slightly better than the other customers like some kind of specal guest. We were serve with water and the manager kept apologise to us when our food was delayed. To add on, he give us some discount. Felt so privileged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blah_h/pic/0004tsze" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, went to my family BBQ. Saw my little nephew and damn he was so chubby. My another little nephew who was in primary one came to chat with me. He talk about his school and even mention that he have a girlfriend name, Alicia. Damn, what this world turning to, just 6 years of age and he talks about girlfriend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9717415-6621129965975813763?l=star-on-mission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/feeds/6621129965975813763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9717415&amp;postID=6621129965975813763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6621129965975813763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9717415/posts/default/6621129965975813763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-on-mission.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-entry.html' title='First entry'/><author><name>*star____mission</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11653964900209174516</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>
