<?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-9129239</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:38:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staraline</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-1723892273663248994</id><published>2007-12-04T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:32.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A very belated post again. Haha.. I always remind myself to update update, but it always slipped my mind the moment I logged in to internet. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; already lor... So many applications to add and play around with. What's more I got some ding dong friends who will play along with me. HAHA! Hence the lack of updates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am, ready with the photos and latest news. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;27 Nov 2007, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've mentioned in my previous post, it was my mummy's birthday. Though we don't have the habit of celebrating birthdays in my family, I thought it would be a lil different to bring them out for a slightly expensive meal that evening. I took a day's leave in order not to rush to and fro from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought them to the Dian Xiao Er at AMK Hub for dinner. I have tried the dishes at Dian Xiao Er last July at Marina Square. We were celebrating Yuan Long's birthday then. Since my parents are those who go for traditional chinese dishes, I supposed the food there would appeal better to them compared to other restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsUTozpNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GkdeAjyYY1g/s1600-h/collage+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140063277093725394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsUTozpNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GkdeAjyYY1g/s400/collage+18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the Candy House decoration at the AMK Hub entrance. And I suggested to take some photos with the Santa. =) I am so in love with this Candy House template. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsUjozpOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DZcU6MV20zA/s1600-h/collage+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140063281388692706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsUjozpOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DZcU6MV20zA/s400/collage+19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner only started at 5.30pm. We were there about 20 minutes earlier. So my parents spent the waiting time browsing through their menu and began telling me what to order later. Oh well. It was afterall, their first time to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted to learn that Dian Xiao Er have this Early Bird Discount Promotion. Early Birds were entitled to 20% discount off their bills, limited to the first 10 tables between 5.30pm to 6.30pm from Monday to Thursday. And since we were already loitering at the entrance before 5.30pm, it was only rightful that we got the disount right? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1U_TTozpPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/LZyIlTkQ_oI/s1600-h/P1040916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140084150634783986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1U_TTozpPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/LZyIlTkQ_oI/s320/P1040916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;01 December 2007, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling bright on last Saturday. So bright that I've decided to be a walking lightbulb with Stacy and Damson for the whole day. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsDDozpKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HzfoSg5db-s/s1600-h/collage+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140062980740981922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsDDozpKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HzfoSg5db-s/s400/collage+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took a long time to decided where to go for lunch. Poor me only get to have lunch at 3.30 plus. Gees. Apparently Stacy said that Huiling recommended The Seafood Harvest by The Jack's Place at Bugis Junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a grave mistake to lunch in there. Utter Disappointment. We were the only dine in customers there. When we were ready to place order, there were no waiter seen. So we spent few minutes waiting for the waiter to come out. And the waiter only attended to us after we signalled for them. Main courses were served cold. Starter served after main courses?! Battered Seafood was too battered. We were literally eating flour for that. Sizzling Seafood was not sizzling at all. It was a bad dine in experience. We ended up complaining to their Supervisor and suggested them to stick to their speciality, The Steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the unsavory meal, we spent a bit time walking around the mall. They drove me to Plaza Singapura and we parted off at around 6 plus for I have to get dinner for my mom and Stacy needed to go somewhere else. We agreed to meet up for dinner at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsDDozpLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/j_xM9A-Bdvc/s1600-h/collage+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140062980740981938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsDDozpLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/j_xM9A-Bdvc/s400/collage+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell alseep soon after I took a shower. Time passed very fast! Before I knew it, Stacy rang me at around 9pm and within 20 minutes we were on our way to ChompChomp for dinner. See, I was bright right? I feel bright also. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, I told them about Ice³ which is just a road across ChompChomp that specialises in Ice Creams. Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsDTozpMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wXLybSfrYCQ/s1600-h/collage+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140062985035949250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsDTozpMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wXLybSfrYCQ/s400/collage+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we poped in there right after our dinner. HA. 3 gluttons. We hanged out until 12 plus then they drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my weekends for 2 consecutive weeks. How's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-1723892273663248994?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/1723892273663248994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=1723892273663248994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1723892273663248994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1723892273663248994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-belated-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/R1UsUTozpNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GkdeAjyYY1g/s72-c/collage+18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-2097711718143316226</id><published>2007-11-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just did the following collages yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0vQUEDZy8I/AAAAAAAAAlY/UpVl2bxTWiw/s1600-h/collage+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137428843050159042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0vQUEDZy8I/AAAAAAAAAlY/UpVl2bxTWiw/s320/collage+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done with a &lt;a href="http://www.photomix.com/download/"&gt;free software&lt;/a&gt; which can be downloaded online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0vQUUDZy9I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nPsgSj8fMWw/s1600-h/collage+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137428847345126354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0vQUUDZy9I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nPsgSj8fMWw/s320/collage+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collage of JulianJaze 2004-2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today is my mummy's BD. Will update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2097711718143316226?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2097711718143316226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2097711718143316226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2097711718143316226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2097711718143316226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-did-following-collages-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0vQUEDZy8I/AAAAAAAAAlY/UpVl2bxTWiw/s72-c/collage+14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-5912381938169141926</id><published>2007-11-26T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having a long weekend break now. I'm on leave today and tomorrow for tomorrow is my mummy's BD. I'm planning to treat her to something nice... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that will be decided tomorrow. As for now, I am going to show you what have I done over the beautiful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday (241107), it was a girls' day out with Ting in town. We met up around 2pm after Ting has finished her lessons, and got started with our shopping venture. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop Ting accompanied me for lunch at PS KFC. While having my lunch, Ting told me she wanted to buy a pair of slippers before we roamed down to Orchard Road cos she left all her flats in Dean's house and had worn a pair of heels that day. A pretty good excuse to buy new slippers though. Haha.. And so, after my finger lickin' good meal, we went to Charles and Keith to look for Ting's slippers. Nothing appeals to her upon browsing hence we left empty-handed. Next up we were attracted by La Senza sales which was up to 50% discount! Haha! Great bargain! Ting and I spent a solid one hour selecting our lingeries that were up for sales. Ting even signed up their membership card for more offers. Not forgetting Ting still needed her slippers, we continued the search for them after our lingeries purchases. Soon, Ting finally set her eyes on a pair of slippers ($23/-) in one of the shops at level 2 (forgot the name of the shop). There, we were all set and ready to head down to Orchard Road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked a bit in Centre Point with the thought of looking for a place for a drink but to no avail. So we left Centre Point and walked a lil further and then we spotted the perfect place to chill out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0rMYUDZy6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/7dGKiyRha40/s1600-h/collage+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137143043041381282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0rMYUDZy6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/7dGKiyRha40/s320/collage+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very relaxed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0rMw0DZy7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xPz9eULLw2Y/s1600-h/P1040865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137143463948176306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0rMw0DZy7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xPz9eULLw2Y/s320/P1040865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qtG0DZy3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/UUeNVErHt6s/s1600-h/P1040876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137108657533209458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qtG0DZy3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/UUeNVErHt6s/s320/P1040876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savouring to the last drop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already dusk as we carried on with our walk from TCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qtH0DZy4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/29oEECRfK14/s1600-h/P1040877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137108674713078658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qtH0DZy4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/29oEECRfK14/s320/P1040877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmas lightings in orchard. Taken at the traffic junction while waiting for the green man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qtIUDZy5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ffj9N6Vbg0Q/s1600-h/P1040878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137108683303013266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qtIUDZy5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ffj9N6Vbg0Q/s320/P1040878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot taken outside Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we saw the christmas tree outside Paragon. Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qsYkDZy0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/XUGQs4KpSSc/s1600-h/P1040881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137107862964259650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qsYkDZy0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/XUGQs4KpSSc/s320/P1040881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Christmas at Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qsY0DZy1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/xdU_RM3kB1w/s1600-h/P1040879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137107867259226962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qsY0DZy1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/xdU_RM3kB1w/s320/P1040879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there were a big crowd around the Christmas tree, like me, taking shots of the beautifully-lit tree. The previous shot was taken up-close, eliminating the crowd below the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then was Paragon. We entered Paragon after the pictures taking, and headed on to the basement as I was looking for The Body Shop Green Santury. I went to enquired about their facial treatment as I was keen to go for it. Initially I planned to make an appointment with them to go back on the following day but Ting did not mind waiting for me for doing the 75mins facial. So yeap, my very first facial treatment experience at The Body Shop Green Santury, Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty relaxed and thrilled experience for me. Hahaha.. Relaxed cos I've went through professional facial cleansing and shoulder massage. Thrilled cos of the painful pricking of the impurities from my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qsZkDZy2I/AAAAAAAAAko/Uu_taGqKYHI/s1600-h/P1040885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137107880144128866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qsZkDZy2I/AAAAAAAAAko/Uu_taGqKYHI/s320/P1040885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me after my facial treatment. How do I look? Got prettier not? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qrZUDZyxI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ShkqiAPh8jA/s1600-h/P1040887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137106776337533714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qrZUDZyxI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ShkqiAPh8jA/s320/P1040887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautifully rosy christmas tree in Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, HMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qra0DZyzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/p7UaJpGjdgs/s1600-h/P1040890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137106802107337522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qra0DZyzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/p7UaJpGjdgs/s320/P1040890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we window shopped in HMV before we had our dinner at Potian Wanton Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qrakDZyyI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RybHr-cB0EY/s1600-h/P1040889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137106797812370210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0qrakDZyyI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RybHr-cB0EY/s320/P1040889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final shot of the day before Ting took a bus down to Dean's place. Apparently, my right profile is prettier. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an enjoyable day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-5912381938169141926?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/5912381938169141926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=5912381938169141926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5912381938169141926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5912381938169141926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-having-long-weekend-break-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/R0rMYUDZy6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/7dGKiyRha40/s72-c/collage+13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-1427434310415118879</id><published>2007-11-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:01:11.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is this blog skin? I found it in Blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;I think it's super duper lovely. =) Anyway, yeap, time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is on it's way... Although I'm not a Christian, I still prefer Christmas than any other feastive holidays. The colourful lightings, the beautiful Christmas Trees, everywhere are having sales in view of this gifts exchange season (kekes), the romatic ambience... Awwww.. *melt* Luckily I'm not a snowman. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to feel different towards my work. It's a negative feeling again. Sigh. Just when I thought things are going to be better in a totally new environment, reality had to crash my hope. I would not say I am overloaded at work. I just feel that I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do. Imagine working under one boss is stress enough, I am working under three bosses. THREE. And all three of them have different tasks for me to do. Gosh. I just feel bad. Bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-1427434310415118879?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/1427434310415118879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=1427434310415118879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1427434310415118879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1427434310415118879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-is-this-blog-skin-i-found-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-6213221585759334610</id><published>2007-11-10T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:37.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>02 November 2007, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqeeVNNvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OP3q-bADTvA/s1600-h/P1040738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131124422229178098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqeeVNNvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OP3q-bADTvA/s320/P1040738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy afternoon. The raindrops had filled up every inch of the open space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqeuVNNwI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lV5ws3X2M5k/s1600-h/P1040739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131124426524145410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqeuVNNwI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lV5ws3X2M5k/s320/P1040739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was seen on the road due to the heavy rain. Busy vehicles were heading towards their destinations with extra caution pace than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqfOVNNxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xCNXV3N2T9M/s1600-h/P1040735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131124435114080018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqfOVNNxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xCNXV3N2T9M/s320/P1040735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for him... Lessons ended early on every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVoxeVNNsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kaFnO53l6ak/s1600-h/P1040737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131122549623436994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVoxeVNNsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kaFnO53l6ak/s320/P1040737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her... She had a half day off that Friday as she was on half day duty on the following Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVox-VNNtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/M7sQW0r8zOQ/s1600-h/P1040734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131122558213371602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVox-VNNtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/M7sQW0r8zOQ/s320/P1040734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they had decided to spend the lazy afternoon together, having lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co, AMK Hub. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVoyOVNNuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ixnNQjRsRuU/s1600-h/P1040740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131122562508338914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVoyOVNNuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ixnNQjRsRuU/s320/P1040740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup of the day - mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVnFOVNNpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dFY5BiWszx8/s1600-h/P1040741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131120689902597778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVnFOVNNpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dFY5BiWszx8/s320/P1040741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Calamari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not turn out as tasty as what they had the previous time. Apparently Fish &amp;amp; Co have changed their receipe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVnFuVNNqI/AAAAAAAAAig/vUReRxvt55A/s1600-h/P1040742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131120698492532386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVnFuVNNqI/AAAAAAAAAig/vUReRxvt55A/s320/P1040742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His main dish - Mussels Pasta &lt;em&gt;(not the actual name, but well, I cannot remember the name lah...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVnF-VNNrI/AAAAAAAAAio/fR97QHHNack/s1600-h/P1040743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131120702787499698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVnF-VNNrI/AAAAAAAAAio/fR97QHHNack/s320/P1040743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her main dish - Cheesy Fish N Chips &lt;em&gt;(again, I forgot the actual name :p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVmkOVNNmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZB61lmI7dXo/s1600-h/P1040744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131120122966914658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVmkOVNNmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZB61lmI7dXo/s320/P1040744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon footing their bills, the waitress had handed some sort of lucky draw forms for them to fill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVmkuVNNnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NIwuvrLu_z0/s1600-h/P1040745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131120131556849266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVmkuVNNnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NIwuvrLu_z0/s320/P1040745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo... &lt;strong&gt;Millions&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chey, fat chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVsB-VNNyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/v5OKWQBd6-0/s1600-h/P1010300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131126131626161954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVsB-VNNyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/v5OKWQBd6-0/s320/P1010300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was taken last year, at Vivo City. Look where I'm pointing..? It's my birth year lah! Aiyah.. Feeling older again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birth year, it reminds my of my birthday. And who would not love to receive presents during BDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, though I'm feeling older, I still receive little surprises from my friends. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVl3uVNNlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bn1eWI456WM/s1600-h/P1040747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131119358462735954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVl3uVNNlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bn1eWI456WM/s320/P1040747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVlkeVNNiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Hf3kes1Ay2I/s1600-h/P1040749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131119027750254114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVlkeVNNiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Hf3kes1Ay2I/s320/P1040749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very pretty. Cos got a tiny star inside the glittery star. And I love stars. That was why I name my blog address as STARaline. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzV48-VNNzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-a0Ur62nA4E/s1600-h/P1040645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131140339377977138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzV48-VNNzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-a0Ur62nA4E/s320/P1040645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star necklace is actually very long. Look at this pic, it tells you how long is the necklace. It goes right down to my stomach! Urh, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Stacy, your matching butterfly necklace is lovely too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVlleVNNkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Qf_4IpzrZiw/s1600-h/P1040752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131119044930123330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVlleVNNkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Qf_4IpzrZiw/s320/P1040752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessories hanging feminine figurine, with a complimentary bracelet. Though there's no star, but there's a flower brooch. I love flower too. Basically I love stars, hearts, flowers...... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzV49-VNN0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GvEoG3xdyLg/s1600-h/P1040693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131140356557846338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzV49-VNN0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GvEoG3xdyLg/s320/P1040693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ting. Your present came unexpectedly, but pleasantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVlk-VNNjI/AAAAAAAAAho/5E0PavQbsAQ/s1600-h/P1040748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131119036340188722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVlk-VNNjI/AAAAAAAAAho/5E0PavQbsAQ/s320/P1040748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I've got this pair of flowery stars earrings. Wooo. A combinations of star, flower and accessories. All are my favourites. And they match my necklace from Stacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzV4-uVNN1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/pHJpj4IhvXc/s1600-h/P1040573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131140369442748242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzV4-uVNN1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/pHJpj4IhvXc/s320/P1040573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Xizhe and Liying. A sweet present from the sweet couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that sums up my birthday presents this year. Till 12 October 2008... Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote before I end this entry, I've bought this multi-purpose bag for my Panasonic FX-8 camera some months ago from Challenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVmk-VNNoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/JojFW3tl8qI/s1600-h/P1040753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131120135851816578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVmk-VNNoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/JojFW3tl8qI/s320/P1040753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, got a very big star on it! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6213221585759334610?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6213221585759334610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6213221585759334610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6213221585759334610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6213221585759334610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/11/02-november-2007-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzVqeeVNNvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OP3q-bADTvA/s72-c/P1040738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-1638974962722952511</id><published>2007-11-08T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:38.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 24 Oct, Ting, Dean, Jul and I met up for dinner at Kovan Sakae Sushi Restaurant. Hmmm, to celebrate my belated BD? Cos Ting has actually forgotten my BD this year. Urh... Luckily she make up for it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later by asking me out for dinner. Not her treat though. Not sincere enough leh... Haha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, the food at Sakae Sushi wasn't up to our expectations. The standard there seems to be going down. I doubt I will be patronizing the restaurant again unless under strong recommendation by reliable individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the food. Anyway that was not our main intention there, here were our happy moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKujOVNNdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pgOq-UlCvBo/s1600-h/P1040688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130354845694113234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKujOVNNdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pgOq-UlCvBo/s320/P1040688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean with his hair growing longer. Can tie already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKu0eVNNeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZlqjNihs7Z4/s1600-h/P1040689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355142046856674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKu0eVNNeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZlqjNihs7Z4/s320/P1040689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting, with her straight long hair and sweet smile. I still love her eyes the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKvCOVNNfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kPhSN9fcoz4/s1600-h/P1040690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355378270057970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKvCOVNNfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kPhSN9fcoz4/s320/P1040690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean was holding my camera.&lt;br /&gt;And my posture was so unnatural. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKvQ-VNNgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wDS9IIO5zwY/s1600-h/P1040691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355631673128450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKvQ-VNNgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wDS9IIO5zwY/s320/P1040691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera-friendly guys. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKvduVNNhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rf8Img5mytM/s1600-h/P1040693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355850716460562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKvduVNNhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rf8Img5mytM/s320/P1040693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the besties forever. Thanks for the accessories-hanging figurine girl. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-added-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I am very depressed. Cos I'm going through my second stage of puberty now. -.- My face is having acne poping out everywhere. My colleagues have been questioning my sudden outbreak, and my answer to their question is always, 'I'm stress.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! Look what I've found online to support my reasoning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Since &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress can trigger acne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, try to avoid stressful situations, resolve stresses by talking to friends/family or a professional, and be sure to eat right and get enough sleep. Sometimes the stress of having acne and trying to figure out how to get rid of pimples can make things worse. But if you take action toward acne prevention with these tips, you can diffuse some of that stress.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*texts extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.acnecaretips.com/acne-proactive-solution/acne-prevention-tips.php" target="acnecare"&gt;Acne Prevention Tips&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I'm not exaggerating, am I? Gosh... I need to distress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-1638974962722952511?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/1638974962722952511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=1638974962722952511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1638974962722952511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1638974962722952511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-24-oct-ting-dean-jul-and-i-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RzKujOVNNdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pgOq-UlCvBo/s72-c/P1040688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-2086738844955938353</id><published>2007-11-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some weeks ago, Julian and I came across a pet shop and we saw many dwaft hamsters at the window display...! Cute lor! I could not resist the Cuteness of the hamsters so I spent the remaining 10 minutes admiring them. While I was looking at them, I kept on telling Julian the little cute acts that hamsters do. He was like, 'Are you sure?', 'True or not??' upon hearing from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already stopped keeping hamsters since my last 2 hamsters died when I was in poly. But if you were to ask me, I would still tell you my favourite animal is hamster. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I found some cute pictures of hamsters to share here... Really cute lor...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RyneticuaxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YPfRPlABSTw/s1600-h/hamster-tickle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874524660787986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RyneticuaxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YPfRPlABSTw/s320/hamster-tickle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them cuddling each other... Hamsters would tend to sleep with their limps facing up when they are deep alseep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ryne-ycuazI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tK1evN9skok/s1600-h/Jonah%2520Goldberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874821013531442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ryne-ycuazI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tK1evN9skok/s320/Jonah%2520Goldberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoooh, I can imagine how it feels like having a hamster rolled up like a fur ball in my palm. Very soft. Very small. Very cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RynedScuavI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cPId4mWrVxI/s1600-h/1473038_d35fa9fdef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874245487913714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RynedScuavI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cPId4mWrVxI/s320/1473038_d35fa9fdef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, hamsters love to sit like a fur ball when they are enjoying their food. Munch munch munch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RynekicuawI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ta2iKWBeIyU/s1600-h/cute_hamster_2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874370041965314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RynekicuawI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ta2iKWBeIyU/s320/cute_hamster_2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to stuff their favourite food into their cheek pockets and savour bit by bit later! Look at the fat cheeks of this tiny cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RyneVScuauI/AAAAAAAAAgA/uArrYRxb1Us/s1600-h/hamster011hi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874108048960226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RyneVScuauI/AAAAAAAAAgA/uArrYRxb1Us/s320/hamster011hi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so sweet that they will lick your finger once they are familiar with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ryne2ycuayI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JS9DVEfSmAc/s1600-h/cute-hamster-biting-finger-pic91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874683574577954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ryne2ycuayI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JS9DVEfSmAc/s320/cute-hamster-biting-finger-pic91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! They will even hold on to your finger as they lick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RynfGycua0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/3-XnoZcDwcU/s1600-h/cute_animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127874958452484930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RynfGycua0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/3-XnoZcDwcU/s320/cute_animal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak. The cutest pose of a hamster. Lying down on it's back with it's tiny paws interlocking...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drowning in the cuteness of hamsters...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2086738844955938353?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2086738844955938353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2086738844955938353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2086738844955938353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2086738844955938353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-weeks-ago-julian-and-i-came-across.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/RyneticuaxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YPfRPlABSTw/s72-c/hamster-tickle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-3240850224659275978</id><published>2007-10-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a short story with a beautiful message I got from an email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any relationships, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rx9lAl9ZIgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/O7py9ko1Yxk/s1600-h/P1040545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124925961834930690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rx9lAl9ZIgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/O7py9ko1Yxk/s320/P1040545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I will hold your hand no matter what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-3240850224659275978?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/3240850224659275978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=3240850224659275978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/3240850224659275978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/3240850224659275978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-is-short-story-with-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rx9lAl9ZIgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/O7py9ko1Yxk/s72-c/P1040545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-8604766129255840332</id><published>2007-10-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:04:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Julian forwarded an email to me. It made me laughed until my eyes were filled with tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny - 小学生造句&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.题目 : 原来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 原来他是我爸爸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语 : 妈妈关切一下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 题目: ..一边 ...........一边 ............ ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 他一边脱衣服,一边穿裤子 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 他到底要脱还是要穿啊~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 题目: 其中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我的其中一只左脚受伤了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 你是蜈蚣？ ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.题目 : 一 ...就....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 一只娃娃就要一百块。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 老师笑到不行 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.題目 : 你看&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 你看什么看 ! 没看过啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 照样造句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;例题: 你(唱歌 ) 我( 跳舞)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 你( 好吗) ! 我 (很好)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 你在写英文翻译吗 ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.照样造句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;例题: 别人都夸我 ( )，其实我 ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 别人都夸我( 很帅 )，其实我 ( 是戴面具的 ) 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 什么面具这么好用 ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 题目: 好 ... 又好 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 妈妈的腿 ,好细又好粗 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 那到底是细还是粗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.题目 : 陆陆续续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 下班了，爸爸陆陆续续的回来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语 : 你到底有几个爸爸呀?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.题目: 皮开肉绽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 停电的夜晚，到处很黑，我吓得皮开肉绽!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语 : 看到这句... 老师佩服你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.题目 : 欣欣向荣- 比喻生长美好的样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我的弟弟长得欣欣向荣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 孩子，你弟弟是植物人吗...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还有一个更瞎的 …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 欣欣向荣荣告白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 连续剧不要看太多 ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 题目: 谢谢 ....因为 ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我要谢谢妈妈 ,因为她每天都帮我写作业 ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 原来你的作业是妈妈写的!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 题目: 难过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我家门前有条水沟很难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 老师更难过 ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 题目: 天才&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我３天才洗一次澡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 要每天洗才干净 ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.題目: 一 …便…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 我一走出门，对面就是便利商店。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还有一個更瞎的 … &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 哥哥一吃完饭，就大便。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语 : 造句不要乱造...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 題目: 又 .....又 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫: 我的妈妈又矮又高又瘦又肥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 你妈妈......是怪物吗 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 題目: 果然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上课小朋友说：昨天我吃了水果，然后又喝了凉水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师：这是词组，不能分开造句。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 題目: 瓜分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友：大傻瓜分不清是非&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师：小傻瓜也分不清&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 題目: 好吃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友：好吃个屁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师：………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 題目: 况且&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友：一辆火车经过，况且况且况且况且．．．．．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师： ……………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-8604766129255840332?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/8604766129255840332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=8604766129255840332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/8604766129255840332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/8604766129255840332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/10/julian-forwarded-email-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-2897268170484666687</id><published>2007-10-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:46:01.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so fast I'm way past 23 years old already? What have I accomplished in life so far? Sigh ya... After pondering for some time, I still think nothing of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy my peers who have the financial support to study Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy my peers who have graduated from their Uni studies and are working with better paid salary than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy my peers who have taken memorable pictures at their convocations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just find myself wallowing in deep thoughts, wondering why my life is not as what I have expected to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pessimistic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My mind tends to drift too far sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, life is not solely about study and work. I should consider myself better off compared to the unfortunates in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have healthy parents who bring me up to who I am now. Though they are not the perfect parents one would ask for, I'm still grateful for who they are to me. At least they put in their best effort to ensure I received proper educations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who I've made and are still in contact since Pri, Sec, Poly and in the working society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dear boyfriend as well as best friend whom I can confide and spend time with. He has taught me how to be more appreciative towards life and how to pass it on to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*optimistic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I cannot change the way how the others think of me, but I can change the way how I live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life, live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2897268170484666687?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2897268170484666687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2897268170484666687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2897268170484666687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2897268170484666687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/10/aiyooo-why-so-fast-im-way-past-23-years.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-6058840396467665397</id><published>2007-10-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:48:02.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=87813819&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="300" height="200" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my 23rd BD with friends and love at White Dog Cafe, VivoCity, 13 October 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6058840396467665397?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6058840396467665397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6058840396467665397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6058840396467665397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6058840396467665397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-was-my-23rd-bd-with-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-1028412907533493126</id><published>2007-10-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:39.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RxHnWV9ZIeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2ff_K53vkCI/s1600-h/big23dayjaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121128622334747106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RxHnWV9ZIeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2ff_K53vkCI/s320/big23dayjaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23 to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-1028412907533493126?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/1028412907533493126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=1028412907533493126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1028412907533493126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1028412907533493126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-23-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RxHnWV9ZIeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2ff_K53vkCI/s72-c/big23dayjaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-2637422653713183279</id><published>2007-10-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm let's see, my last post was 26 sept, now is 5 oct. About 1 week plus. So what have I done in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29 Sept&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to chalet at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not just another chalet stay, but also a gathering session with my ex-polymates/ex-colleagues/friends/new faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZJ5PwHcCI/AAAAAAAAAec/9xASIuPBwVY/s1600-h/P1040321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117859274382864418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZJ5PwHcCI/AAAAAAAAAec/9xASIuPBwVY/s320/P1040321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mui Joo at VivoCity Level 3 before entering monorail.&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Paul Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sentosa and chalet, how could we miss out BBQ? Typical way of having dinner at chalets huh? Interactions, smoke, overcooked, undercooked, anyhow cook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZDg_wHcBI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zsLb8Dbye3Y/s1600-h/P1040432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117852260701270034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZDg_wHcBI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zsLb8Dbye3Y/s320/P1040432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we got plenty of food. So many until we could not finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got prawns, chicken wings, sambal squids (wrapped in aluminuim foil), fishballs, taiwan sausages, sotong balls, crabsticks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were what you see in the picture above. As for those not captured were bee hoon, satays, otahs, marshmellows, fish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if we hadn't eaten for days. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZKW_wHcDI/AAAAAAAAAek/-R1ydW1jCOM/s1600-h/P1040433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117859785483972658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZKW_wHcDI/AAAAAAAAAek/-R1ydW1jCOM/s320/P1040433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned it was a gathering for us didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Brendan Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post up more photos later. When I am less lazy and more free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after I left sentosa on the check-out day, I spent the rest of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 sept &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with Julian.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZNcPwHcHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/d3ZcpjYWjxQ/s1600-h/P1040468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117863174213169266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZNcPwHcHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/d3ZcpjYWjxQ/s320/P1040468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZNwPwHcII/AAAAAAAAAfM/Y2eWnW6bL68/s1600-h/P1040469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117863517810552962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZNwPwHcII/AAAAAAAAAfM/Y2eWnW6bL68/s320/P1040469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a couple of days ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I have upgraded my modem to one with wireless function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117860867815731282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZLV_wHcFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/I3SZVP8Nyjg/s320/hurricane_8000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old modem: Prolink 8000&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I want to online I would need to connect to internet manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117860571462987842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZLEvwHcEI/AAAAAAAAAes/3ozkmyZhxgw/s320/business-hub-2700-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently installed modem: 2700HGV-2&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty amazed that now my comp will connect to internet automatically once I log on. Hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, so I'm ready to connect my laptop via wireless internet once I get it from Julian after he has complete his project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concurrently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I have also joined a new connection network known as Facebook. A network with similar functions as Friendster. Search, connect and communicate with friends online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZMW_wHcGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9QcXxX26clk/s1600-h/facebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117861984507228258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZMW_wHcGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9QcXxX26clk/s320/facebook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A screenshot of my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to my boring/routine working hours, I would usually spend my evenings at home watching TV programmes. And now I am following the 9pm drama series faithfully on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZXkvwHcLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9cKuZm9L5cM/s1600-h/metamorphosis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117874315358335154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZXkvwHcLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9cKuZm9L5cM/s320/metamorphosis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZWnPwHcKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/srqDKbDJsHk/s1600-h/cast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117873258796380322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZWnPwHcKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/srqDKbDJsHk/s320/cast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have interest in detectives/crime investigations/mystery background movies or dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have much or less updated on my recent activities. Will try to update soon. Looking forward to next weekend cos I am going to have a long weekend break. From thursday afternoon (working half day on thursday) to sunday night no work no work...! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2637422653713183279?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2637422653713183279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2637422653713183279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2637422653713183279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2637422653713183279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmm-lets-see-my-last-post-was-26-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/RwZJ5PwHcCI/AAAAAAAAAec/9xASIuPBwVY/s72-c/P1040321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-5430396378420973237</id><published>2007-09-26T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:35:18.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after lunch, I went to the issueing area to do some inventory checkings. In my department, there are 3 areas namely the decom area, packing area and issueing area. Issueing area is where all sterilised sets are stored and to be issued out upon request by OTs. I suppose the aircon there has the lowest temperature cos the sterilised sets need to be kept cool during storage. I think I spent almost an hour or so there before going to the packing area to help out at the rubber load area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4pm, I began to feel lethargic and my limps were aching. I felt as if I would collaspe at any time. I wobbled to the office telling my colleague about how I felt, and she told me to take a rest there. Till then, I still could not figure out what was the cause to my sudden breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, that I've endured until 5.30pm. Time for me to knock off. On my way to the MRT, I called Julian, had some small talks with him. Usually I could chit chat with him until I reached MRT station but yesterday, I initiated to end the conversation way before I reached the station, I told him I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chose to take the train to Harbour Front instead of Punggol cos that timing was usually crowded and I did not plan to stand throughout the journey. In the train, I prepared myself to take a nap at one of the corner seats. When the train arrived at Harbour Front, I was tapped by a girl, telling me the train had reached Harbour Front. That was very polite of her to inform me my whereabouts, but I was dead beat, and I'd rather she ignored me then. Anyway, I still thanked her for her token action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to fall asleep, handphone rang. Omg. I really cannot have a peace of mind eh? Took out the ringing phone from my bag, and the screen was flashing my ex-company's number. It was Brendan calling to confirm about this weekend's chalet with me. Sigh. Why had to be that time? Managed to end the call when the train reached Dhoby Ghaut Station. Went back to sleep after I silent the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon alighting from the train, I really felt breathless and felt freezing cold as I dragged my feet to the interchange bus stop. I called Julian again telling him about my condition. He asked was I having fever after listening to me. That question startled me a little, then I finally understood why I was experiencing all those little tremors in my body. I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doctor after I bought dinner for my mum and took a quick shower. I had my temperature measured at the clinic and it showed 38.3° C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I was given 1 day MC and spent whole day idling at home today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-5430396378420973237?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/5430396378420973237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=5430396378420973237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5430396378420973237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5430396378420973237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-after-lunch-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-2995894373493262461</id><published>2007-09-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:30:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before it slips my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed my probation period in SGH and am now a permanent staff! I can now enjoy the staff's medical benefits and entitle to all types of leave applications. Heee. Can start planning my leave schedules already~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working for coming to 3 years since I've graduated from poly, I realised I have come to know more of the harsh reality in working environment. As an working adult, we can no longer take our duties lightly. In school days, we can always take a sup paper if we could not make it for the main paper. But will we be given another chance if we fail to complete our assigned tasks duely when it comes to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we got so familiar with our job scopes that we'll tend to overlook certain essential quality in work. Like what is the purpose of our daily assignment? Who benefits from our services? What are the quality of service that we are delivering to our curstomers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, we begin to feel mundane and lose focus on the importancy of our roles at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last query yourself the integrity of your work performance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2995894373493262461?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2995894373493262461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2995894373493262461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2995894373493262461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2995894373493262461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/09/before-it-slips-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-359335834415928688</id><published>2007-09-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:00:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 29 August, we met up with Olaf again before he took his flight back to Janpan on 31st Aug. Olaf suggested to have dinner at Chomp Chomp, where all our local delicacies can be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting was scheduled at 7pm sharp as to find available seats. Sylvia was the first to reach. Actually Julian and I were also supposed to be on time, all thanks to our Mr Olaf Jong, he dialled Julian up on the last minute just before he boarded the on-coming 315, saying he was in vincinity and asked Jul to wait for him at bus stop. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me. I was stoning alone at the old Peicai 315 bus stop upon seeing the first bus drove past right in front of my eyes just when I rushed in time to catch it but had to give up cos of Olaf Jong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's what friends are for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started eating while waiting for the rest of the people to arrive cos we were too hungry to wait. And while we were waiting for our orders, we just randomly took a few pictures to pass time. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPYMwDPjWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1i1YiWkQSao/s1600-h/P1040134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108164115936808290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPYMwDPjWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1i1YiWkQSao/s320/P1040134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olaf and Jaze in red. Celebrating National Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWhQDPjUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CnGMQH4VTeM/s1600-h/P1040136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108162269100870978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWhQDPjUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CnGMQH4VTeM/s320/P1040136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian and Olaf. Olaf claimed that he would look ugly with his teeth shown in pictures, hence the 'unhappy' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWhgDPjVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OISmTRSst_w/s1600-h/P1040137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108162273395838290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWhgDPjVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OISmTRSst_w/s320/P1040137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pix is so dark when uploaded online....? It looks perfectly fine when viewed in my camera leh... By the way it was Julian and Olaf with their fingers at the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWAgDPjSI/AAAAAAAAAds/F-lz0-NMzbQ/s1600-h/P1040138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108161706460155170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWAgDPjSI/AAAAAAAAAds/F-lz0-NMzbQ/s320/P1040138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olaf and Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 hour later, the rest began to join us one by one. We had Johnson, Michelle and boyfriend, Margaret and Chee Keong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiousity, we started ransacking Olaf's bag and were surprised to find a storybook inside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWAwDPjTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-mlDYEp_us8/s1600-h/P1040139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108161710755122482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPWAwDPjTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-mlDYEp_us8/s320/P1040139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Men Marry Bitches? What an interesting title. No wonder it was found in Olaf's bag. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPVRgDPjQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8SCdtJn-GtA/s1600-h/P1040140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108160899006303490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPVRgDPjQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8SCdtJn-GtA/s320/P1040140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the book. And yes, we were all so fasinated by it that we started flipping through book one by one, hoping to know more of the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope, I did not manage to find out what was it really about. I just joined in the commotion for fun. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner at Chomp Chomp, Margaret suggested to go to the nearby Ice³ Dessert Restaurant for Ice creams. No one objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPVRwDPjRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eZlW1Svbwz0/s1600-h/P1040142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108160903301270802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPVRwDPjRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eZlW1Svbwz0/s320/P1040142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Ice cream Julian and I shared. Our DIY flavours with apple chips, marshmellows, chocolate chips and strawberries toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPU4gDPjOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sB-k-iy1O7A/s1600-h/P1040143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108160469509573858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPU4gDPjOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sB-k-iy1O7A/s320/P1040143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot taken with the exquisite candle holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPU4wDPjPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dX28TBg3gIw/s1600-h/P1040144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108160473804541170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPU4wDPjPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dX28TBg3gIw/s320/P1040144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the DIY Ice cream Margaret and Johnson shared. With an addition of liquor to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty relaxed evening spent with the group. We chilled out until 10 plus before we bid goodbye to each other. Had another enjoyable evening with Olaf before he returned to Jap. Apparently his next visit to Sg would be in 2 years time to attend his friend's wedding ceremony. Till then, hope you do well in your studies and take good care of yourself pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures were taken on a random dating day with Julian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108159369997946050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPT4gDPjMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CKgyZlyu4_c/s320/P1040097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reflections. At CityHall MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPT5ADPjNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6lT9VIo6YBs/s1600-h/P1040099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108159378587880658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPT5ADPjNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6lT9VIo6YBs/s320/P1040099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108158833127034018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTZQDPjKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/A1R_JOHmcxg/s320/P1040106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find Julian having this weird expression in this shot. Cannot explain the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTZwDPjLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zBYMBDA-jSA/s1600-h/P1040105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108158841716968626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTZwDPjLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zBYMBDA-jSA/s320/P1040105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTDQDPjJI/AAAAAAAAAck/WHAk3XxEvaI/s1600-h/P1040110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108158455169911954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTDQDPjJI/AAAAAAAAAck/WHAk3XxEvaI/s320/P1040110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. I dont think so. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTCwDPjII/AAAAAAAAAcc/PgfVb22jQ4k/s1600-h/P1040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108158446579977346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPTCwDPjII/AAAAAAAAAcc/PgfVb22jQ4k/s320/P1040111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPMVADPjGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Jcoqyo-pqXo/s1600-h/P1040113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108151063531195490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPMVADPjGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Jcoqyo-pqXo/s320/P1040113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPMVgDPjHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pIcHXIVnwsg/s1600-h/P1040116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108151072121130098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPMVgDPjHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pIcHXIVnwsg/s320/P1040116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was what we were there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang many many songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPJmgDPjCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/D6kEIZGDogI/s1600-h/P1040121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108148065644022818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPJmgDPjCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/D6kEIZGDogI/s320/P1040121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many S.H.E songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPK9QDPjEI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Pb3IxAvEWO8/s1600-h/P1040123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108149555997674562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPK9QDPjEI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Pb3IxAvEWO8/s320/P1040123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPK9wDPjFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/HmagnGbqbX0/s1600-h/P1040122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108149564587609170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPK9wDPjFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/HmagnGbqbX0/s320/P1040122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPJmgDPjDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QuWCeO5XJRg/s1600-h/P1040125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108148065644022834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPJmgDPjDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QuWCeO5XJRg/s320/P1040125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cute expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 Taiwanese girls really made their effort paid off in their singing career. Personally I do love their songs, with some influence from Julian of cos... Afterall they are still Julian's favourite girlband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;†††&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I end my post for the day, I would like to share one of our favourite snacks to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPI-ADPjBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ehHHw6g0x5s/s1600-h/P1040128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108147369859320850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPI-ADPjBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ehHHw6g0x5s/s320/P1040128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXL Chicken Cutlet, with extra extra red hot chilli powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPI9wDPjAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/G5ij6DW0OwU/s1600-h/P1040129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108147365564353538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPI9wDPjAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/G5ij6DW0OwU/s320/P1040129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shihlin Taiwan Street Snacks. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-359335834415928688?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/359335834415928688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=359335834415928688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/359335834415928688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/359335834415928688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-29-august-we-met-up-with-olaf-again.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuPYMwDPjWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1i1YiWkQSao/s72-c/P1040134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-7823046626267927461</id><published>2007-09-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:00:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have applied 1 day leave to bring my mum to TTSH for blood test today. I have also applied half day leave tomorrow to bring my mum to polyclinic for medical review, and another day leave on next friday to bring my mum to TTSH again to see doctor as well as to collect her blood test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my mum medical reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment for her blood test today was as early as 0830hrs. Boy was that early. Almost equivalent to going to report to work like any other days. Luckily I told my mum appointment was at 0800hrs instead of 0830hrs, otherwise we would definately be late at the rate she prepared herself this morning. Anyway our stay took no more than 30 mins in the Clinic 2B as there were only a handful of patients and drawing blood was a pretty straight forward procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my mum was complaining of chest pain for consecutive days hence we brought her to nearby clinic, which later referred her to specialist for further diagnosis. Since my mum was not considered an emergency case then, TTSH scheduled her appointment at march 2007. And now is the subsequent follow up to my mum's condition. It seemed that her cholestrol was quite high from the first blood test, and that might be the cause to her chest ache. Hopefully this time round her condition will improve after 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blood test, we went for breakfast at Ya Kun. Then, I decided to bring to mum around for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple of years since my mum recovering from her stroke, I seldom take the initiative to bring her out. I know it's my bad to behave like that. That is why I decided to make up to my mum today mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took her to Orchard and VivoCity for shopping and makan and shopping and makan........ Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow the pictures to do the remaining talking? There you go...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wisma Atria Aquariam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuFzqADPivI/AAAAAAAAAZU/rY4iE5RK18U/s1600-h/07092007058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107490617820154610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuFzqADPivI/AAAAAAAAAZU/rY4iE5RK18U/s320/07092007058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuFzpwDPiuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/p_lCXLw9QpQ/s1600-h/07092007055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107490613525187298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuFzpwDPiuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/p_lCXLw9QpQ/s320/07092007055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our way to Takashimaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF3cQDPiwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4-3G4MdnMpo/s1600-h/07092007059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494779643464450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF3cQDPiwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4-3G4MdnMpo/s320/07092007059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF3cgDPixI/AAAAAAAAAZk/prDCgxvMM04/s1600-h/07092007060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494783938431762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF3cgDPixI/AAAAAAAAAZk/prDCgxvMM04/s320/07092007060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF5ogDPizI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kfG3_QrfRqE/s1600-h/07092007062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107497189120117554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF5ogDPizI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kfG3_QrfRqE/s320/07092007062.jpg" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF9fADPi7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/meUSxa3FMGs/s320/07092007080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF9cwDPi6I/AAAAAAAAAas/TmQCPdWdNRQ/s1600-h/07092007074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107501385303165858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF9cwDPi6I/AAAAAAAAAas/TmQCPdWdNRQ/s320/07092007074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF-zwDPi9I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Kif_NF2Ri9c/s1600-h/07092007085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107502879951784914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF-zwDPi9I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Kif_NF2Ri9c/s320/07092007085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF-ygDPi8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/0LRpLZSzSjo/s1600-h/07092007082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107502858476948418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF-ygDPi8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/0LRpLZSzSjo/s320/07092007082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crystal Jade Dine In Restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF_1wDPi_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KvZjbB72KJs/s1600-h/07092007089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107504013823151090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF_1wDPi_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KvZjbB72KJs/s320/07092007089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107504000938249186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuF_1ADPi-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Bhoc94zsnZc/s320/07092007088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-7823046626267927461?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/7823046626267927461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=7823046626267927461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/7823046626267927461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/7823046626267927461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-applied-1-day-leave-to-bring-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RuFzqADPivI/AAAAAAAAAZU/rY4iE5RK18U/s72-c/07092007058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-8088088459774714938</id><published>2007-09-03T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:00:08.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RtvzcgDPinI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VzWCuMYSng8/s1600-h/comex-logo-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105942273520011890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RtvzcgDPinI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VzWCuMYSng8/s320/comex-logo-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've guessed it. I was there for the comex 2007 IT Fair on the very first day itself. (Typical Kaisu Singaporean. Hehehe.) With Julian of course, to buy a laptop. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so amused and confused by the varieties of IT products at the exhibition halls that we kept on walking round and round the booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I settled my eyes on Vaio laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv72gDPipI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0IbunZ8eN98/s1600-h/vaio_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105951516289632914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv72gDPipI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0IbunZ8eN98/s320/vaio_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I fell in love with the colours when I first saw them lor...! Sidetrack a little, I first seen Vaio laptops at Wisma Atria, level 5 IT shop (I cannot recall the name of the shop already). Yes I know it's very 'mountain tortise' of me to go gaga over Vaio laptops cos they are so common now, but then ... I like what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv72gDPiqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/P4UT8IvYi9w/s1600-h/sony_vaio_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105951516289632930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv72gDPiqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/P4UT8IvYi9w/s320/sony_vaio_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian did not seem to be comfortable with Vaio laptops. He claimed that the specifications are not good enough.. Colours are too girly... Well, I am a GIRR! Isn't it logical to buy girly colours? But then come to think of it again, since Julian and I are going to share the laptop, I shall give in a little lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out the prices and the brands, we finally stopped at the Toshiba booth, listening to the sales guy promoting on the Satellite M200 series laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv8NQDPirI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RSRdJv4i9XA/s1600-h/222061-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105951907131656882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv8NQDPirI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RSRdJv4i9XA/s320/222061-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an overview of the model. I am attracted by the design and the off white keypad (should I say keypad or keyboard?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv8NQDPisI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JidE7TTNFhA/s1600-h/A200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105951907131656898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv8NQDPisI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JidE7TTNFhA/s320/A200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales guy, name Hui(1) Huang(1), tried to convince us to purchase this laptop by offering further discount (Further $50/- off sales price of $1999/-) and free gifts. Such as a bag for laptop and an optical mouse which are the standard accessories, and on top of that, probably a 2G thumbdrive, a cooling pad and a set of earphones. Plus, 2 years extended warranty instead of 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE IT WAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only condition he gave us was to pay up front by cash in order to receive more free gifts. I pretended to hestitate, hoping to get more offer. Hehehehe. Eventually, he promised me 3 free gifts inclusive of bag, mouse and thumdrive. At first he only offered 1G thumbdrive, so I budged him for a 2G thumbdrive. After he 'consult' his in-charge (oh well, I could tell they were just acting to communicate, I mean, they were ready to give the accessories away so what's there to calculate??), we finally got the deal. Contented as we were, we went to draw $2000/- cash after filling up a purchase form from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned with the money, I asked for one more item from him. HEHE. I was positive I could get the gift cos like I said, they were &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; pretending with the freebies. Sure enough, I got another cooling pad for my laptop! Wahahaha! As for the earphones, it was a yes-and-no item, could live with or without it. I wasn't bothered of not getting it all together. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105951911426624210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rtv8NgDPitI/AAAAAAAAAZE/yUqUtPHPL34/s320/3me4la5ak43ws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an add-on feature of the laptop, thumbprint reader. Cool huh? I think so too. But I have yet to figure out how to configure this feature. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RtvzgADPioI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3k8Y1ug_3a4/s1600-h/m200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105942333649554050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RtvzgADPioI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3k8Y1ug_3a4/s320/m200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, allow me to introduce our new found love from Comex 2007 IT Fair to you! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-8088088459774714938?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/8088088459774714938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=8088088459774714938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/8088088459774714938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/8088088459774714938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-youve-guessed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RtvzcgDPinI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VzWCuMYSng8/s72-c/comex-logo-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-4726933096755354176</id><published>2007-08-16T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:39:56.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Some time in early 2005...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Olaf came back to Singapore for holiday and we had a mini gathering at Serangoon Prata shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQyvADPiXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vAsdJN_xY-c/s1600-h/Olaf+%C3%B1+Jaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099256461139085682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQyvADPiXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vAsdJN_xY-c/s320/Olaf+%C3%B1+Jaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Olaf . Jaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQy2gDPiYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/TdLmXxJwsTI/s1600-h/Olaf+%C3%B1+m%E2%82%AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099256589988104578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQy2gDPiYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/TdLmXxJwsTI/s320/Olaf+%C3%B1+m%E2%82%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Julian . Olaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This shot was taken before Olaf returned to Jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;04 August 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Olaf chose to make his holiday trip to Singapore again. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ02gDPijI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pyhJQaZ99Xk/s1600-h/P1020994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258789011360306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ02gDPijI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pyhJQaZ99Xk/s320/P1020994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaze . Olaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ02ADPiiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lw04sC34gg4/s1600-h/P1020995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258780421425698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ02ADPiiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lw04sC34gg4/s320/P1020995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olaf . Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much we have changed over 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQzSQDPiZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F2Ud2GxLFDU/s1600-h/P1020967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099257066729474450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQzSQDPiZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F2Ud2GxLFDU/s320/P1020967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Olaf with his Digicam. He was getting all so excited with his digicam that he actually asked us to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to take a still picture while his cam was rolling. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up on the saturday evening for a dinner gathering at Suntec Fish n Co Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many familiar and unfamiliar faces turned up. All presence was upon Olaf's invitation. Our special guest apperance for the evening was Ms Khairani, our Arts and Crafts teacher during Sec 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ0XADPifI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wgAHxY02nT8/s1600-h/P1020981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258247845480946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ0XADPifI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wgAHxY02nT8/s320/P1020981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Khairani . Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Khairani is one of our favourite teachers during sec sch days. She was Julian's class form teacher then (Julian and I were in different class in sec 1 and 2). Everyone had a great time catching up with Olaf and Ms Khairani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQz4wDPicI/AAAAAAAAAW8/FW_3J8J5byk/s1600-h/P1020972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099257728154438082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQz4wDPicI/AAAAAAAAAW8/FW_3J8J5byk/s320/P1020972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olaf . Fui Teen . Sherlin . Chee Keong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQz5QDPidI/AAAAAAAAAXE/VEUKJkv8q9I/s1600-h/P1020974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099257736744372690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQz5QDPidI/AAAAAAAAAXE/VEUKJkv8q9I/s320/P1020974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson . Fui Teen . Sherlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQz6wDPieI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0PGjHDB8Ua8/s1600-h/P1020978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099257762514176482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQz6wDPieI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0PGjHDB8Ua8/s320/P1020978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One attempted to act cute . One attempted to act cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQzTADPibI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Js5qBA274tI/s1600-h/P1020971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099257079614376370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQzTADPibI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Js5qBA274tI/s320/P1020971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Khairani . Margaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQzSwDPiaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/be4muD9x9iw/s1600-h/P1020970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099257075319409058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQzSwDPiaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/be4muD9x9iw/s320/P1020970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were posing for Margaret's camera when I snapped this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ0XwDPigI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Ip_m995n8-c/s1600-h/P1020989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258260730382850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ0XwDPigI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Ip_m995n8-c/s320/P1020989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who was present for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ0YADPihI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cj8T2zyfxlg/s1600-h/P1020991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258265025350162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ0YADPihI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cj8T2zyfxlg/s320/P1020991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled out at Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's after our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ02wDPikI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xE1VQeV5W-w/s1600-h/P1020997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258793306327618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ02wDPikI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xE1VQeV5W-w/s320/P1020997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started playing with our cameras again while waiting for someone (i forgot who) to withdraw money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ1OADPilI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qeJltYUN1jY/s1600-h/P1030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099259192738286162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQ1OADPilI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qeJltYUN1jY/s320/P1030002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final shot of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-4726933096755354176?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/4726933096755354176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=4726933096755354176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/4726933096755354176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/4726933096755354176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-time-in-early-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RsQyvADPiXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vAsdJN_xY-c/s72-c/Olaf+%C3%B1+Jaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-6016026494529029270</id><published>2007-08-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:55:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. Now that I look at my entries, then I realised they were so waaaaaaay backdated and the gap (days) between each entry was so wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Getting old already lah... Now I cannot afford the time to online 24/7 to update my blog frequently and duely. Not like last time when I was in poly, I could practically stare at the computer whole day to post entry after entry to my blog. Hahaha.. You'd be surprised at my lameness than. But NOPE, I'm not going to disclose anything anyway. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to bumped upon one of my friends' blog today. How coincident. Just when I have totally forget about her existance, this visit to her blog brings me back lotsa memories all over again. I still remember those days when we spent hours sharing our thoughts and pouring our sorrows to each other. Though we weren't considered best or close friends, we could really understand each other's language then. And I was glad to find someone close to my heart. Somehow, after we moved on as we mature, we began to lose contact gradually. Until now, I can say we have totally cut off contact with each other. Probably I should do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on I was browsing through my previous previous previous posts and I read all the way back to Year 2005, and I laughed at my own thoughts. I was literally living my days off through blogging sia. Ha! Find some time I will quote some entries which I've blogged for you. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe I have an account opened with OCBC. Days ago I happened to be on Orchard Road. When I stopped at the traffic junction in front HMV, I was approached by this NTUC Fairprice Supercount promoter, blabbling about this ABSOLUTELY 100% FREE NO HIDDEN COST OCBC VISA account account thingy. It's the only Visa card regconised by NTUC Fairprice. I told him to give me some time to read through the brochure for further details, but he reassured me all information I need to know has already been told to me. He sounded so persistant and convincing that it took me only 5 minutes to walk to the booth with him. And after filling up the forms and made a copy of my IC, I have an account with OCBC already! &lt;strong&gt;Just like that. &lt;/strong&gt;Dont tell my Julian ok? Kekekekes. Oh no... One more card for me to splurge!!!! Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so appreciated at work now. As compared to then, when I was with my ex-company, I am seriously enjoying my job day after day since 4th June. The only thing that is bothering my mind now is the working hours. I am still working on 5.5 days week basis. Hopefully by confirmation, my manager will review my working hours to 5 days week basis. At least I can save some transport fees and get more rest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6016026494529029270?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6016026494529029270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6016026494529029270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6016026494529029270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6016026494529029270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-6328209671812940091</id><published>2007-07-31T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:39:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;040707 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian's Dad's BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9PBz6hSyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZqQceL03ajk/s1600-h/P1020370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093376596113443618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9PBz6hSyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZqQceL03ajk/s320/P1020370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Julian and I bought this cake before we went over to his house.&lt;br /&gt;Were those strawberries look appealing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9Awj6hSoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OfmlOcwUQdM/s1600-h/P1020375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9PCT6hSzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vwUf9Xlci0I/s1600-h/P1020375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093376604703378226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9PCT6hSzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vwUf9Xlci0I/s320/P1020375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian's mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;070707&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend this once-in-a-hundred-year day? I believe that day would be special for those who exchanged their engagement rings, held their wedding dinners or celebrated the arrival of their newborn babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that nothing of the above happened to me. However, I witnessed one of the event celebrations that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my paternal side cousin who got married on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never close with any one of my cousins since young, due to some arguement among the elders. I was shocked to see I actually have so many cousins whom are total strangers to me at Novotel, Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq8__T6hSkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/e6rYLr52JAg/s1600-h/07072007027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093360060489353794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq8__T6hSkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/e6rYLr52JAg/s320/07072007027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the tall rectangular building at the background? That is Novotel, the hotel that the wedding dinner was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq8__j6hSlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Un3Zmny9yEA/s1600-h/07072007026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093360064784321106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq8__j6hSlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Un3Zmny9yEA/s320/07072007026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot.. I was using my camera phone to take the pictures as I did not bring my camera.. So the pictures turned out underexposed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;270707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian's mom's BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9BVz6hSrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/d2J5PPmEXGo/s1600-h/P1020431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093361546548038322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9BVz6hSrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/d2J5PPmEXGo/s320/P1020431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BD cake Julian and I chose. Coincidentally we bought the cake from the same shop that we bought the cake on his dad's BD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9BWj6hSsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xeUQtIEIUdo/s1600-h/P1020437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093361559432940226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9BWj6hSsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xeUQtIEIUdo/s320/P1020437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian, Evonne (Julian's sis) and I were 'behind the scene' while I took the pixs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9Bzz6hSuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4GrNocjhenU/s1600-h/P1020439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093362061944113890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9Bzz6hSuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4GrNocjhenU/s320/P1020439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9B0D6hSvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5I6D7hPRKj8/s1600-h/P1020441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093362066239081202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9B0D6hSvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5I6D7hPRKj8/s320/P1020441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. Apparently Julian was the one who cut the cake into divided portions, and he was so proud of his 'artwork' so I suggested to snap a pix. And he really snapped a pix. He claimed that he was &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; fair that each piece of cake had either strawberry or chocolate topping... -.- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;280707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following day, we went to Tao Payoh Crystal Jade Restaurant for another round of celebration for Auntie's BD. This time was together with Evonne (Julian's sis), Alex (Julian's bro) and Si Yi (Alex's gf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093362259512609538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9B_T6hSwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/P-QgfbrZC8E/s320/P1020442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us before the dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to charge my camera battery on that day so it only managed to take a shot and the battery went flat... Hence, no pictures of the food was taken. Still, dinner was an enjoyable feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6328209671812940091?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6328209671812940091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6328209671812940091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6328209671812940091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6328209671812940091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/07/040707-julians-dads-birthday-julian-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rq9PBz6hSyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZqQceL03ajk/s72-c/P1020370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-4339586332202928814</id><published>2007-07-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:02:06.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm in a foul mood though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I don't have any unpleasant feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with extra tiredness than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; tired that I almost gave up physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my mentality warned me the consequences of not reporting to work without a valid reason. 0.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was not as dull as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I have received a morning greetings sms from my new friend made during my orientation programme last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brightened up my day a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, somehow along the day, as time passed, I began to feel blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it got worse in the mid-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hollered for something which I did not do. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have not bothered me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I did not feel good right from the start, so it added up to my not-so-good-feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wraps up my day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my bottomline,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-4339586332202928814?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/4339586332202928814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=4339586332202928814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/4339586332202928814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/4339586332202928814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-feel-good-today.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-5082890498158385859</id><published>2007-07-08T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 June 07, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian and I went to Paragon Sushi Tei for dinner. Celebrating for my new-found job. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5pSjwGcI/AAAAAAAAATs/D-xRK1oh_qw/s1600-h/P1020324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084768098308856258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5pSjwGcI/AAAAAAAAATs/D-xRK1oh_qw/s320/P1020324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. Just exited from Dohby Ghaut MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty late when we reached town, around 4 plus in the afternoon. Due to some inccidents which happened earlier.. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went window shopping before making our way to the restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5rCjwGdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/utz1AvFu4BY/s1600-h/P1020326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084768128373627346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5rCjwGdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/utz1AvFu4BY/s320/P1020326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Tei. It is our favourite Japanese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5uSjwGeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RWW-WAZJUAY/s1600-h/P1020330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084768184208202210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5uSjwGeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RWW-WAZJUAY/s320/P1020330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Kimchi Steamboat! Yummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While waiting for our steamboat to heat up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC6YSjwGfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8EOLJqcaMI4/s1600-h/P1020327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084768905762707954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC6YSjwGfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8EOLJqcaMI4/s320/P1020327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want money or life?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC6aCjwGgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/a6D19-2F-tY/s1600-h/P1020329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084768935827479042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC6aCjwGgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/a6D19-2F-tY/s320/P1020329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to take pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1st July 07, Sunday, I met up with Paul in town to for some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCvWSjwGXI/AAAAAAAAATE/UQXVaFH1ca4/s1600-h/P1020359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084756776775063922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCvWSjwGXI/AAAAAAAAATE/UQXVaFH1ca4/s320/P1020359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had burger king for lunch at the bench just outside the fast food restaurant, the one near Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who he brought along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwjijwGbI/AAAAAAAAATk/FTNLL4kyE1s/s1600-h/P1020357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084758103919958450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwjijwGbI/AAAAAAAAATk/FTNLL4kyE1s/s320/P1020357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're observant enough you would have notice Paul and Janice were wearing couple wear! Cool &lt;em&gt;seh&lt;/em&gt;... As we walked down along orchard road after our lunch, Janice had caused a lil commotions whereby some dog-lovers slowed down their steps to admire her, and some *cough*cough* people cried for God when they spotted her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwQijwGYI/AAAAAAAAATM/pPmmGiOjSro/s1600-h/P1020365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084757777502443906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwQijwGYI/AAAAAAAAATM/pPmmGiOjSro/s320/P1020365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shooo&lt;/em&gt; sweet! She's lying on my laps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwQyjwGZI/AAAAAAAAATU/2Vj0UBtdP44/s1600-h/P1020363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084757781797411218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwQyjwGZI/AAAAAAAAATU/2Vj0UBtdP44/s320/P1020363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice and Jaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we brought Janice to the grass behind Takashimaya to answer to her nature calls, we went back to the fountain outside Ngee Ann City to rest our feets. We could not enter any shopping centres cos pets are not allowed into their premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCvVijwGVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ypdBEhi3IRY/s1600-h/P1020362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084756763890162002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCvVijwGVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ypdBEhi3IRY/s320/P1020362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this shot. Very nice leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwRSjwGaI/AAAAAAAAATc/DGENSVUBN9U/s1600-h/P1020368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084757790387345826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCwRSjwGaI/AAAAAAAAATc/DGENSVUBN9U/s320/P1020368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Janice in couple wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCvVyjwGWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5jVqWEhpsVM/s1600-h/P1020367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084756768185129314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpCvVyjwGWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5jVqWEhpsVM/s320/P1020367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've received many compliments from the public on Janice when we were there. Frankly speaking I enjoyed the compliments as if I was the rightful dog-owner lor... Hahahah.. Shiok. I think I've fallen in love with Janice. She is the first dog that I've met so far who doesnt bark at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She is very friendly and allows people to pat and carry her. Paul does not lash her when they're out, and Janice would always find her way back to Paul when she realises she is running far. Sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;, what else can I describe her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy Paul. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-5082890498158385859?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/5082890498158385859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=5082890498158385859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5082890498158385859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5082890498158385859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-june-07-sunday-julian-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/RpC5pSjwGcI/AAAAAAAAATs/D-xRK1oh_qw/s72-c/P1020324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-6367532258701344676</id><published>2007-06-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:23:31.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harlow..! I just changed my blogskin again. Refreshing. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to work 5.5 days week for my first 3 months probation. Reason being they want me to learn more as fridays and saturdays will have more drills and saws to check and handle. Pretty disappointing initially cos I did not expect to work 5.5 days week. But then come to think of it, it is &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; better than my previous work place. At least I don't feel stress or unappreciated for now. I guess I got this bad habit of comparing everything occuring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian's schedule is getting busier these days that we could no longer go out on weekends. It's either he's working or he's sleeping. -.- I suppose he works very hard that he is deprive of sleep and rest. It aches me when he complains of backache and foot sore due to prolonged standing and walking. How huh? No matter how I persuade him to seek medical aid he just won't budge. Sometimes he can be real stubbon. Like me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he will take care of himself and don't suffer from aches anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 months and counting. ilu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6367532258701344676?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6367532258701344676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6367532258701344676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6367532258701344676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6367532258701344676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/06/harlow.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-1761655403352191255</id><published>2007-06-20T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:41:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my 14th day working at SGH TSSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, I can say. The nurse manager and the clinician in-charge of TSSU treat me with respect and understanding. The treatment I get here is a total different compared to my ex-company. I've been to BME as well. Got to know most of the technicians and technical officers. One of them is my mentor, Mr. Kua. I am supposed to learn from him pertaining to TSSU repairs. While I was attached to BME, I chanced upon a few familiar vendors. They were delighted to see me there and most of they thought that I am prettier and happier working here. Hehe... Probably due to the different working environment, my attitude and apperance was quite affected in the past, which post a negative impression to the surrounding people. I hope this change of environment will motivate me to improve in terms of technical skills and interpersonal skills. I suppose I really lack of those survival skills in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Hoping for the best for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-1761655403352191255?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/1761655403352191255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=1761655403352191255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1761655403352191255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/1761655403352191255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-my-14th-day-working-at-sgh.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-3786742057400127668</id><published>2007-06-07T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, my one week break just came and go. Just like that. It felt as if I was on one week leave and to go back to work on the following monday. The only difference is, I am going to a new environment to work. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so relax before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period, I managed to spend some quality time with Julian, and dolled myself up with pretty manicure and pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072606300708968434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmWEjf8ql_I/AAAAAAAAASk/c-RthUASka8/s320/P1020299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian and Jaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072606296414001122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmWEjP8ql-I/AAAAAAAAASc/oMoeXjyiSZg/s320/P1020301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey. Thanks for being there for me when I needed you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times that I could not help but keep thinking about my ex-colleagues. Probably it's due the transition period, I am still quite used to mingle with my ex-colleagues. I was browsing through those photos taken during our working days and it brought back a lot of memories. Be it happy or sad. But then again, when I was with my colleagues, I was never sad. At least not when I was with the individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except during working hours, I was not convince by their working patterns. I am still not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071433325986205586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFZvYl8T5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/2Z42XGByO_Y/s320/100-0005_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jane. She was the Admin Assist (AA) when I joined the department then. She could be pretty hot-tempered at times, but as you can see from this photo, you know she can be chirpy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071433321691238274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFZvIl8T4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-goPy2ltc44/s320/100-0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the first person I got to know on my first day of work. I enjoyed working with her cos she helped me a lot in terms of paperwork. Without her guidance, I guess I would be in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, Jane decided to move on. Very reluctant to let go, but for her better future, we still congrats her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604913434531794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmWDSv8ql9I/AAAAAAAAASU/0HL1sItK9BM/s320/100-0025_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple dinner at Alexandra Village (Mar 06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071437955960950738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFd84l8T9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/jdVICBcCojU/s320/P1000735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady on the left (yes, it's a &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;) was our Assist Manager who interviewed me for my first job. Her name is Iv (pronounced as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) She left 7 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other lady in red was our Senior Engineering Assist, name Sook Yean. Heard that her stay with my previous workplace was about 2 years plus. She quit last year March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072171317331775522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP48Il8UCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BhIQJFclQLQ/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Cheng. Our next Assist Mgr after Iv left. A good-tempered vegetarian guy. we thought he would stay on but... he still ended up resigned mar 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072171313036808210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP474l8UBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XLuVJIkj9A0/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geok Bee. I guess she had the most patience with my ex-workplace. Her stay there was considered long compared to anyone of us. She decided to give herself a break 2 months ago after 4 years of hard work. She resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071437964550885362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFd9Yl8T_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/PMSNHPnaiig/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Simon. This was taken last year july on his birthday. A jovial man who just got married on end of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071437960255918050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFd9Il8T-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/KSVf4hicTVA/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071433321691238258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFZvIl8T3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/z9mFPgb68QU/s320/DSC_2831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Simon's wedding dinner Dec05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072177197142003922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP-SYl8UNI/AAAAAAAAASE/il2bdChQ_Lg/s320/P1010338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul. Previously from TTSH. A very experienced personnel in BME. I had learnt a lot a lot from him. He joined the department about 1 month after I joined. Coincidentally, he is also leaving 1 month after I left. (= Opps, I shouldn't smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072175577939333266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP80Il8UJI/AAAAAAAAARk/v9QORMe3f7k/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crappy malay is Aza. A guy who is full of nonsense pranks and jokes. Everybody enjoys his presence. He is still working very hard. Hope he can strive through and excel in his career paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072177201436971234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP-Sol8UOI/AAAAAAAAASM/GMz_080Ujqc/s320/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, this sweetie is Veronica Watt. She would always respond to me when I called her &lt;em&gt;veron, flora, flower, chair, what&lt;/em&gt;... Haha. After repairing/maintaning beds for 2 years since 2005, she is currently working as buyer in her new workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072171308741840898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP47ol8UAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ga7i-UWC5hQ/s320/P1000076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovely lady came on board in july05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072173765463134306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP7Kol8UGI/AAAAAAAAARM/lA4Qwqm_ZVg/s320/P1010395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got to know Pek Hoon better from mid 2006. She stayed on for 4 years for her first job which was doing sales. For her second job, she only lasted for 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072172249339678770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP5yYl8UDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/64kkNWgUU-w/s320/P1010769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is living comfortably with her present job doing purchasing. Heard that she is going to get married next year. Hope to attend her wedding soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072177197142003906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP-SYl8UMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9q8T2yF6-58/s320/BME_Vent_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only training course that Pek Hoon and I attended together (Jun06). My bestie, Stacy from Gleneagles Hospital happened to attend the same training with us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072173769758101618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP7K4l8UHI/AAAAAAAAARU/88WrOCBQutE/s320/P1000107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan! Super shy guy when he just joined the department on April06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071435400455409602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFboIl8T8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/VV-DlUdJhCw/s320/P1010318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought him a birthday cake last Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071435396160442290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFbn4l8T7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/ZTP_tk9qIII/s320/P1010324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was feeling over the moon! Hope he can excel in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072175620889006258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP82ol8ULI/AAAAAAAAAR0/B4pQ25xTvfA/s320/P1010404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiley indian lady was Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071435391865474978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmFbnol8T6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/07vqvFiChug/s320/P1010264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last november, she did not expect a cake from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073308527861864450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmgDOf8qmAI/AAAAAAAAASs/zp-xvlYq5Ao/s320/P1010265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came for 11 months. She started work in her new work place which is just across a road from her house on Apr07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072173774053068930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP7LIl8UII/AAAAAAAAARc/SQnWaGxj8VE/s320/P1000104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ivan who joined the department around mid 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072175582234300578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP80Yl8UKI/AAAAAAAAARs/m24fHPzwouw/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His workload has increased by half since the beginning of 2007, and it is still increasing. Hopefully he can survive this critical period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072172257929613378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP5y4l8UEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/As3bT8U197Q/s320/P1010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mui Joo, our working partner from the purchasing department. For 3 years, she has been running around the hospital dealing with all purchasing requests. She claimed she need a break from her hectic workload, and hence she resigned and left on mar07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072172257929613394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmP5y4l8UFI/AAAAAAAAARE/0Lz3CM6z2gE/s320/DSCF2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brotherly guy is Kok Chuan. His stay with us was merely 6 months but we clicked well. He offered me ride to work every morning from Little India station. He left us in july06 to further his studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of them made a difference throughout my working period with the department. It was certainly disappointing to see the individuals came, became friends, and left. Concurrently, we were glad they moved on. At least they are happier in a new environment. I'll miss them. Wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of new environment, today is the forth day since I started work in SGH. I am happy. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-3786742057400127668?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/3786742057400127668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=3786742057400127668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/3786742057400127668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/3786742057400127668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-my-one-week-of-break-just-came-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RmWEjf8ql_I/AAAAAAAAASk/c-RthUASka8/s72-c/P1020299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-352197252618478182</id><published>2007-05-26T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!!! I'm finally FREED from my ex-work place! Muahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm evil. It's the place that forced me to think evil, act evil and say evil. I have absolutely NO regrets leaving it. You wouldn't believe it, until my last day of work, I'm still clearing my backlogs! How pathetic can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the users asked me, 'How come you still need to work on your last day? Usually last day just need to show face walk here walk there what..?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me. The management forbid me to do so. Aftrerall I was only a small fry, could I disobey their orders? Thank god I was given a chance at the correct time, when I needed it the most.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan asked me how did I feel on my last day of work. I answered him frankly that if not because of the poor management I would have stay on. Afterall I really love my job. The work itself was not difficult. However, without a good management, a systematic work protocol, things just won't be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged Jane about my resignation, and she replied with congrats. True enough, she told me the same thing, 'the colleagues there are very nice but the management sucks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 2 yrs plus there, I would not say I have done a perfect job in handling my daily tasks, but at least I was able to follow up/complete most of my assigned tasks duly. In spite of this, whenever the management pass down remarks, they only see my outstandings and never appreciate my completed work orders. What a way to judge your workers. If your employees are not capable to complete the work in time more than once, shouldn't you review what is wrong in your system? For example, manpower? Are your staff well-trained in handling the different types of equipment? Is your tracking system foolproof? Oh well, you do not. Instead you just vent your anger on your workers, blaming them for not working hard enough, accusing them of not doing their work and scolding them to be ashame of their work performance. WOW. What a way to get your staff working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you have your way, I'll have my way too. I rather start everything afresh in a new environment than getting the same old trashings from you whenever things go wrong. Lead the team your way and may you succeed in the long run. *Roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the complains. This will be my last complaint about the anguish and frustrations at my ex-workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ligher note, my ex-colleagues have organised a mini-farewell dinner for me. Hehe. It was a western restaurant name Outback located at The Millennia Walk, recommended by Paul, for it's yummilicious steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf8Mol8TzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Hl8U-0d13RI/s1600-h/P1020254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068797199613972274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf8Mol8TzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Hl8U-0d13RI/s320/P1020254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-taken shot with Gary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf8OYl8T0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/2xjZuFZc9kU/s1600-h/P1020256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068797229678743362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf8OYl8T0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/2xjZuFZc9kU/s320/P1020256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha came along with her baby boy, Naresh. CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf7yYl8TxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GkaPoKbb5TE/s1600-h/P1020257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068796748642406162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf7yYl8TxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GkaPoKbb5TE/s320/P1020257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron made a trip down after her work to join us for dinner. Thanks girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf70Il8TyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jgqJcIZt3Ns/s1600-h/P1020258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068796778707177250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf70Il8TyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jgqJcIZt3Ns/s320/P1020258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, everybody loves Baby Naresh including Veron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf7Q4l8TvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JSbDNCK3Vu8/s1600-h/P1020259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068796173116788466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf7Q4l8TvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JSbDNCK3Vu8/s320/P1020259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner for the night! Too bad I was down with soar throat and could not finish my meal. Sob.. Anyway the steak was tenderly yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf7SIl8TwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ry1NeKvyYpw/s1600-h/P1020263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068796194591624962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf7SIl8TwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ry1NeKvyYpw/s320/P1020263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naresh and Jaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6y4l8TtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SP5oXQoCBTc/s1600-h/P1020266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068795657720712914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6y4l8TtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SP5oXQoCBTc/s320/P1020266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wore a new shirt that day. Nice shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf60Il8TuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZrqSqXBMID8/s1600-h/P1020267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068795679195549410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf60Il8TuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZrqSqXBMID8/s320/P1020267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan and Jaze.&lt;br /&gt;Wahh.. Forever-camera-shy-Bendan really give me 'face' to pose so smiley with me.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6dIl8TrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_n1-JqVfI-M/s1600-h/P1020261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068795284058558130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6dIl8TrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_n1-JqVfI-M/s320/P1020261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6eIl8TsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KBgyALxkZBk/s1600-h/P1020271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068795301238427330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6eIl8TsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KBgyALxkZBk/s320/P1020271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaze and Veron.&lt;br /&gt;Veron looked more femanine and totally different in a dress huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6Eol8TpI/AAAAAAAAANk/wR7MYZSxTls/s1600-h/P1020272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068794863151763090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6Eol8TpI/AAAAAAAAANk/wR7MYZSxTls/s320/P1020272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Simon and Veron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6FYl8TqI/AAAAAAAAANs/u0-mYpCtGZ8/s1600-h/P1020273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068794876036664994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf6FYl8TqI/AAAAAAAAANs/u0-mYpCtGZ8/s320/P1020273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Veron Ivan Jaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf5Nol8TnI/AAAAAAAAANU/oEAT_RSFQI4/s1600-h/P1020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793918258957938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf5Nol8TnI/AAAAAAAAANU/oEAT_RSFQI4/s320/P1020274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Paul. My colleague, my teacher, my gossip mate, my tea-break pal and my best friend at work (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf5OIl8ToI/AAAAAAAAANc/PF3VVAeTdII/s1600-h/P1020275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793926848892546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf5OIl8ToI/AAAAAAAAANc/PF3VVAeTdII/s320/P1020275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nisha and her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf42ol8TlI/AAAAAAAAANE/z6qdy5VvPQk/s1600-h/P1020276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793523121966674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf42ol8TlI/AAAAAAAAANE/z6qdy5VvPQk/s320/P1020276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Ivan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf43Il8TmI/AAAAAAAAANM/jPp8xfmGf4w/s1600-h/P1020280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793531711901282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf43Il8TmI/AAAAAAAAANM/jPp8xfmGf4w/s320/P1020280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Jaze&lt;br /&gt;Celine gotta fetch her baby after work so she could not join us for dinner the night before. But she gave me a McSpicy Meal treat during lunch for my farewell. So sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4eol8TjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mlbrOqc7tDg/s1600-h/P1020281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793110805106226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4eol8TjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mlbrOqc7tDg/s320/P1020281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Jaze Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the messy background and focus on the 2 pretty girls can? Ivan is optional. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4fIl8TkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QoTGtz8NLnM/s1600-h/P1020284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068793119395040834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4fIl8TkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QoTGtz8NLnM/s320/P1020284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Aza and Celine&lt;br /&gt;Arrrhh.. gonna miss those days I squabbled with Aza, those silly pranks and jokes he played on us and his monkey moves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4Col8ThI/AAAAAAAAAMk/54NeQ2Cpx98/s1600-h/P1020285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068792629768769042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4Col8ThI/AAAAAAAAAMk/54NeQ2Cpx98/s320/P1020285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Faizah Jaze&lt;br /&gt;Faizah is our current admin assist. Don't see her physical size smaller than us, she actually rides a bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4DIl8TiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/P8CI9cR9OVE/s1600-h/P1020286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068792638358703650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf4DIl8TiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/P8CI9cR9OVE/s320/P1020286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever-sleepy-Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;Forver-crazy-Jaze&lt;br /&gt;Forver-pretty-Celine&lt;br /&gt;Forever-happy-Aza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf3J4l8TfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A2VxMUYsWMY/s1600-h/P1020289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068791654811192818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf3J4l8TfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A2VxMUYsWMY/s320/P1020289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syed Habib Omar Thariq Jaze&lt;br /&gt;They were temp staff hired in to do PM for 4 months. A bunch of hardworking guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf3KYl8TgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zsNUMbPJrC0/s1600-h/P1020290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068791663401127426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf3KYl8TgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zsNUMbPJrC0/s320/P1020290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razif Remy Irwan Husri Jaze&lt;br /&gt;They are the Keppel staff in-charge of Beds. A group of funny guys whom I like to disturb and kena disturbed. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, 'It's not about the workload and work environment, it's the people.' I could not agree more to this statement. Hope I'll get to work with better people in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-352197252618478182?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/352197252618478182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=352197252618478182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/352197252618478182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/352197252618478182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-im-finally-freed-from-my-ex-work.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rlf8Mol8TzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Hl8U-0d13RI/s72-c/P1020254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-7039909605716709448</id><published>2007-05-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:43:14.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been spending my days in office since the day I tendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I almost fainted when I came to realise my total faults attended was 1889 over the past 28 months. o.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was that possible?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-date, I still have 490 outstanding faults to clear. That was about 26% of 1889 FRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lemmi see, I still got (24-17) 7 days to clear my faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;490/7 equals to 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO CLEAR 70 FAULTS PER DAY IN ORDER TO CLEAR MY BACKLOGS!??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-7039909605716709448?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/7039909605716709448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=7039909605716709448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/7039909605716709448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/7039909605716709448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-been-spending-my-days-in-office.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-7768296999834321913</id><published>2007-05-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:00:40.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you like your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still studying, I guess this question is not applicable to you. Unless you are taking up some part-time jobs besides your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can turn back the time to my secondary school days or poly days when I stepped into the working society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a full time student then, I would complain non-stop on the boring lessons, difficult mathematics formulas, complicated science theories and many more about the subjects. It did not come across me that those complains were nothing compared to what I am experiencing in the working environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, I was still a poly fresh grad. I knew practically nothing about 'work'. I just knew I had to find a job cos that was the reason why I studied so hard for the past 13 years. Gosh, I actually studied for 13 years before I began to work? I was told I had to study hard in order to get a stable job upon graduation, and the reason of getting a stable job is of course to secure a stable income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, able to get a job was one thing, how to keep up with your work was another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would stay in my current post for at least 3-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, on the first month (Jan05) when I joined this department, 1 person left (he tendered before I joined). And subsequently, another 2 persons resigned on the following month (Feb05). How encouraging. I did not understand why the turnover rate was so high. They advised me to take this place as a stepping stone for my future career paths. And I listened. I spent the remaining 2 years witnessing the movement of the people in my department. Within 2 years, there was a total of... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people who came and go. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-TWO!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This breakdown to 11 per year and about 1 person left per month! How fascinating was that? If the department is organised and protects the well-being of it's employees, why on earth would the staff leave one after another? Probably I won't elaborate on the details, and I don't have to. Cos the facts is already shown to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is, 'blind leading the blind'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already found the answer. Therefore I moved on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-7768296999834321913?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/7768296999834321913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=7768296999834321913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/7768296999834321913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/7768296999834321913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-like-your-job-for-those-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-2008254516665507911</id><published>2007-04-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:31:00.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Sweet Escape... from NUH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I've found a new job and I'm LEAVING NUH!!! I've officially tendered my resignation letter on 25th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2008254516665507911?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2008254516665507911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2008254516665507911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2008254516665507911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2008254516665507911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-escape.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-471324263870860157</id><published>2007-04-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:16.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos photos photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let the photos tell you how I spent my Sunday on 150407.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No grandmother stories, just illustrations. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJyqxODvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mXbpQhoQ3k4/s1600-h/P1010932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056638353941597938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJyqxODvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mXbpQhoQ3k4/s320/P1010932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJO6xODsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7iGQxlpI32I/s1600-h/P1010933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056637739761274562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJO6xODsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7iGQxlpI32I/s320/P1010933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJPKxODtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v70eC0sVyj8/s1600-h/P1010934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056637744056241874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJPKxODtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v70eC0sVyj8/s320/P1010934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJPqxODuI/AAAAAAAAAME/25PppYt-oFc/s1600-h/P1010935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056637752646176482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJPqxODuI/AAAAAAAAAME/25PppYt-oFc/s320/P1010935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizIm6xODpI/AAAAAAAAALc/qUkVPt0Tp24/s1600-h/P1010936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056637052566507154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizIm6xODpI/AAAAAAAAALc/qUkVPt0Tp24/s320/P1010936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizInaxODqI/AAAAAAAAALk/_nfHcuDlfg0/s1600-h/P1010938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizDA6xODXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X-frTueYMhg/s1600-h/P1010967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056630902173338994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizDA6xODXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X-frTueYMhg/s320/P1010967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizDBKxODYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4XlbqUevpZ0/s1600-h/P1010968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056630906468306306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizDBKxODYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4XlbqUevpZ0/s320/P1010968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizDBaxODZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xOXsUK7VGoE/s1600-h/P1010969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056630910763273618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizDBaxODZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xOXsUK7VGoE/s320/P1010969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizBf6xODUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RTJ-kSteHDw/s1600-h/P1010971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629235726028098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizBf6xODUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RTJ-kSteHDw/s320/P1010971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizBgKxODVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nklDlUBo5e8/s1600-h/P1010975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629240020995410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizBgKxODVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nklDlUBo5e8/s320/P1010975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizBgaxODWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u-fU4WF9yIc/s1600-h/P1010976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629244315962722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizBgaxODWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u-fU4WF9yIc/s320/P1010976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizABaxODTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GRs_NB2vs1U/s1600-h/P1010981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056627612228390194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizABaxODTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GRs_NB2vs1U/s320/P1010981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizAAqxODRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ers2dgEuL8w/s1600-h/P1010984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056627599343488274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizAAqxODRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ers2dgEuL8w/s320/P1010984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizAA6xODSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mkLYW2sYtl8/s1600-h/P1010983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056627603638455586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizAA6xODSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mkLYW2sYtl8/s320/P1010983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to spend my Sunday with this pretty babe. I felt great! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-471324263870860157?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/471324263870860157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=471324263870860157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/471324263870860157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/471324263870860157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/04/photos-photos-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RizJyqxODvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mXbpQhoQ3k4/s72-c/P1010932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-8534255414474128038</id><published>2007-04-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:31:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days were one of the worse days I have ever spent in my dept.. No system, no management, no communications, no leadship, no directions, no appreciations, no welfare, no understanding, no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the effort I've put in for the past two years, are all down the drain. All those brainless idiots are only interested in 'results'. They do not care how you do, what you do, they just want the plain numbers at the end of each day. Assumed. They 'assumed' we know what were expected from us and we had to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay us peanuts to work like monkeys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's an understatement to describe my current work settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What for I work so hard when all my effort are not aprreciated and not recognised? What for? To them, we are NEVER a team. We are just a bunch of workers to produce them with numbers so that they can submit their reports and make themselves look good. We have never receive a pet on our shoulders telling us, 'Good job'. Instead, they would pet their own shoulders and tell themselves, 'I have did a great job' at the end of the day. To hell with those craps on how should we work as a team. As a leader, you are not even doing what you preach, let alone your subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think this dept can survive under your leadership? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be out of this shit real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-8534255414474128038?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/8534255414474128038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=8534255414474128038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/8534255414474128038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/8534255414474128038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/04/past-few-days-were-one-of-worse-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-5321965775021992155</id><published>2007-03-31T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:22:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Mar 07. Time flies without me realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months I'm quite engaged in work. There was some big movements in my department and things keep on revamping. It was so tiring, to be involved in meetings on almost everyday and yet there were no foolproof solutions to the situations. Everyone is so affected by the coming JCI mock audit and actual JCI audit which will be around the corner in few months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship among colleagues is not getting any better. I really don't understand why they have to take things so seriously and harshly. Why can't they communicate in a calm manner? Afterall everyone just wants to do his part in getting the job done, can't they just put themselves in each other's shoe before accusing one to be unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Manager and 2 Engineers have tendered and leaving by April. I believe more to come. Especially after countless unhappy inccidents happen everyday that are oblivious to those high class people whose only interested in covering their own backsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any lobangs out there? I would like to get out of this junk place too. Fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-5321965775021992155?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/5321965775021992155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=5321965775021992155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5321965775021992155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/5321965775021992155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-last-day-of-mar-07.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-6307033796964334988</id><published>2007-03-03T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Valentines Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear went to harbour front mrt station to wait for me after his lessons. This silly boy wanted to save money by not exiting from Harbour MRT, in the end he had to pay $2 to exit for he spent more than 2 hours within the MRT premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Hokkien Mee for our valentine dinner at the coffeeshop near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Though we could not afford high class restaurant during V-day, we still enjoyed our dinner cos it was our all-time favourite food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rebr2waIaqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l0xjQCJ4SR0/s1600-h/P1010624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036972559200447138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rebr2waIaqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l0xjQCJ4SR0/s320/P1010624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to chill out at Mcdonalds after our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rebr3AaIarI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6hWf4JSOUyA/s1600-h/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036972563495414450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rebr3AaIarI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6hWf4JSOUyA/s320/P1010625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you deep deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Lunar Chinese New Year!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rd2u7waIaeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/b4senlI-Qfw/s1600-h/P1010623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034372300100102626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rd2u7waIaeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/b4senlI-Qfw/s320/P1010623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Julian to visit his Elder Aunt at Whampo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rd2uCgaIacI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U4L1WyIvM6g/s1600-h/P1010621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034371316552591810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rd2uCgaIacI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U4L1WyIvM6g/s320/P1010621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolled up my nails with flowery stickers bought at Dasio. $2 only. Cheap eh? Heard from my friend she bought her manicure stickers at 20 over bucks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rff8lTettWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-TWqSH7STTM/s1600-h/P1010622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041776025679017314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rff8lTettWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-TWqSH7STTM/s320/P1010622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Julian's younger Aunt's (Xiao Yi) house on the 2nd day of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese New Year Visit to Ms Soh's House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class arranged to meet at Ms Soh's Blk void deck at 1230 before going up to Ms Soh's unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Julian and I were the first to reach on time. And while waiting for the rest of the guys to arrive, we take pictures! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGPmQaIajI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yWlIhuG5_V4/s1600-h/P1010714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035463745779296818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGPmQaIajI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yWlIhuG5_V4/s320/P1010714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new blouse was bought at Far East Plaza. Julian said it was nice and I thought it was nice on me! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGPmwaIakI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_kxD1UyRpR0/s1600-h/P1010705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035463754369231426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGPmwaIakI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_kxD1UyRpR0/s320/P1010705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Julian. I bought him this shirt. Nice? I buy one leh... Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGPngaIalI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cmve2rVvVyo/s1600-h/P1010709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035463767254133330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGPngaIalI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cmve2rVvVyo/s320/P1010709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo. Cos it's taken with my love and it's taken by me! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNwaIaoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qX07pNo-qGA/s1600-h/P1010703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035465523895757442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNwaIaoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qX07pNo-qGA/s320/P1010703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Yu bought Yu Sheng for us that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNwaIapI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7VtM4HdfxrM/s1600-h/P1010702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035465523895757458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNwaIapI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7VtM4HdfxrM/s320/P1010702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. If you can see, we made quite a mess after Lou Hei. Well, as long as we were happy. And we were happy cos there's free food and sashimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNQaIanI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pGVq8fpS4rc/s1600-h/P1010715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035465515305822834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNQaIanI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pGVq8fpS4rc/s320/P1010715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Soh and I. I requested Ms Soh to take a pix with me before we left her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNAaIamI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uVQ5g574xBg/s1600-h/P1010701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035465511010855522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/ReGRNAaIamI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uVQ5g574xBg/s320/P1010701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peicai Sec 4E (Yr2000) in Yr2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing: Kelvin, Jian Yu, Chee Keong, Johnson, Julian, Xi Zhe&lt;br /&gt;Sitting: Fui Teen, June, Jaze, Ms Soh, Esther, Margaret, Kwong Hui, Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was my CNY2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6307033796964334988?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6307033796964334988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6307033796964334988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6307033796964334988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6307033796964334988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-valentines-day-dear-went-to-harbour.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/Rebr2waIaqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l0xjQCJ4SR0/s72-c/P1010624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-6019189772132771596</id><published>2007-02-13T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:31:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh... Simply love this scheme.. Though the theme doesn't match to my feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it doesn't bother me anyway. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Vday! *whisper* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought him present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously hope he will like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-6019189772132771596?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/6019189772132771596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=6019189772132771596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6019189772132771596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/6019189772132771596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-2193596762731838964</id><published>2007-02-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:08:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's the beginning of another brand new year. Another series of movement to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, allow me to bring you the first good/bad news --- Pek Hoon is moving on from BME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good - I suppose it's going to be a good start for her in a new working environment. Afterall, the current work place does not suit her at all. Especially come to dealing with those forever-demanding users. Hope she'll adapt well in her new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad - The dishearting part of course exclusively applies to the male colleagues and external vendors. Haha, pretty girl leaving leh.. Of course sad lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arha! Now the tradition of farewell dinners is back in action. Our first farewell dinner of 2007 is set on 28 Feb 07, Wed (which is also PH's last day at work with us). Tentatively it will be at Toa Payoh Sizzler. Oh well... we just have to live with it lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for now. Oh ya, changed skin again. I find the previous one too troublesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-2193596762731838964?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/2193596762731838964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=2193596762731838964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2193596762731838964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/2193596762731838964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-its-beginning-of-another-brand-new.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-4708903038230210031</id><published>2007-01-05T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I applied one day's leave to spend time with Julian. It's his 23rd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2WGRZ4vI/AAAAAAAAADc/doPp7vHCAjI/s1600-h/P1010450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019814119182295794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2WGRZ4vI/AAAAAAAAADc/doPp7vHCAjI/s320/P1010450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to VivoCity. I was thinking of giving him a birthday treat but he kept on nagging on how poor I'm getting and I should not spend so much money unneccessarily... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blah blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... In the end we .. had late lunch at Long John Silver.... -.-" I was really reluctant but Julian kept on assuring he was not hungry and there was no need to splurge. Urh.. In the end I gave in lor. As long as he was happy. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into our secondary school art teacher, Ms Khairani after our lunch. Julian and her exchanged greetings and she told us she was there to do some research for her school studies curriculum. Probably for arts? I did not probe further though. She remember Julian better cause she was his form teacher, and Julian was the class monitor for consecutive 2 years. I doubt she remember me, cause she only taught my class for sec 1 and sec 2 art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not usually fancy desserts after meals. But for Julian, I always make exceptions! (; We had ice-creams at Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanzU2RZ4sI/AAAAAAAAADA/EK_pIKLmf74/s1600-h/P1010477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019810799172575938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanzU2RZ4sI/AAAAAAAAADA/EK_pIKLmf74/s320/P1010477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choice of Ice-creams were Strawberry Cheesecake, Phish Food and mint &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. I forgot the exact name for the third flavour. Anyhow, all were yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2VmRZ4tI/AAAAAAAAADM/-J_N5GrpGIw/s1600-h/P1010479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019814110592361170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2VmRZ4tI/AAAAAAAAADM/-J_N5GrpGIw/s320/P1010479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran6OmRZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XWFb196I_ZQ/s1600-h/P1010470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019818388379788066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran6OmRZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XWFb196I_ZQ/s320/P1010470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures outside the vivovity. There was this pirate ship which was opened for public. Admission to board the ship was $10/- per head lor. So expensive. We'd rather take pictures with it than boarding it. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran6OGRZ4wI/AAAAAAAAADk/UrtOLMRgkxI/s1600-h/P1010466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019818379789853442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran6OGRZ4wI/AAAAAAAAADk/UrtOLMRgkxI/s320/P1010466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran6OWRZ4xI/AAAAAAAAADs/hW9liexGfl8/s1600-h/P1010467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019818384084820754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran6OWRZ4xI/AAAAAAAAADs/hW9liexGfl8/s320/P1010467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran7ZGRZ4zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nbg8fw8S10k/s1600-h/P1010468.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2V2RZ4uI/AAAAAAAAADU/DzovJzUbhL8/s1600-h/P1010492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019814114887328482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2V2RZ4uI/AAAAAAAAADU/DzovJzUbhL8/s320/P1010492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've enjoyed your day. Happy birthday. Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-4708903038230210031?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/4708903038230210031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=4708903038230210031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/4708903038230210031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/4708903038230210031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-applied-one-days-leave-to-spend-time.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ran2WGRZ4vI/AAAAAAAAADc/doPp7vHCAjI/s72-c/P1010450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-116784098774174864</id><published>2006-12-31T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How was my 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;01 Jan 06, Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2006!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember how did I spend my first day of 2006. Probably slacking at home with the company of the TV programmes which were showing the countdown party celebrations. Hmm.. I did not set any &lt;em&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/em&gt; for my 2006. Basically 'resolutions' are just things that one will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; do. Hence 'resolutions'. What for ask for sun, moon and stars when all you can get is just air? Anyway, it was a good start of a year for me. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 Jan 06, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's 22nd BD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's 22nd birthday. I'm sorry dear.. I did not manage to take picture with you on your special day. Nonetheless, my dear has received many BD greetings/wishes from his family/friends/love (that's me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Jan 06, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlin's 22nd BD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlin, I'm not sure whether you still read my blog. I know lately it has been hard on you. After all these ridiculous things that have happened, I hope you will not be beaten by them. You know you can always count on your friends whenever you need a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear to pour out your sorrows. Whatever it is, please stay crazy and healthy like you used to be. No matter what happens, lian, ting and I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Jan 06, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!! Woofy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my chinese new year learning Mahjong from Julian's mum and aunts. Hahahaha! Guess I've spent my Ang Bao money on the mahjong table instead of deposit into my saving account. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 Feb 06, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I do not remember whether I was working or on leave or half day. Which ever the case, we did not specially celebrate valentine's day. Cos' everyday is just like valentine's day to me! I love you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 Feb to 07 Mar 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days MC!!! (due to chicken pox!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. This was one of the worse days in my 21 years of living. No work, no shopping, no fast food, no fried food, no soft drinks, no this no that, basically on plain water, plain congee, plain herbal tea, plain bread, plain bored-to-death. Fortunately, in my unfortunate days, I still have Julian who kept me accompanied through phone chats, and at times, he would make trips to my house to buy me herbal tea and meals. Also, thanks to all my friends who sent me regards upon knowing my condition. Really appreciate them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Mar 06, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BME BBQ at Pasir Ris Costa Sand Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanbGWRZ4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXcKvSHlWKw/s1600-h/efb4909b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019784161785406098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanbGWRZ4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXcKvSHlWKw/s320/efb4909b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was organized by Gary. All thanks to him, that was the first time BME got such leisure outing. Most of the times, in fact all the time we only gathered for Farewell Dinners. &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Roll eyes&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup some pictures to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanY2GRZ4jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/v4JjhQl9Q-4/s1600-h/efb4ca8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019781683589276210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanY2GRZ4jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/v4JjhQl9Q-4/s320/efb4ca8b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~! Very happy at the chalet. Totally alcohol-free okay. I wasnt drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanY2GRZ4kI/AAAAAAAAABE/SD30qLrb_OM/s1600-h/efb5a460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019781683589276226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanY2GRZ4kI/AAAAAAAAABE/SD30qLrb_OM/s320/efb5a460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanY2WRZ4lI/AAAAAAAAABM/leJIdYoPuY4/s1600-h/efb5ba4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019781687884243538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanY2WRZ4lI/AAAAAAAAABM/leJIdYoPuY4/s320/efb5ba4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and Geok Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanaeWRZ4mI/AAAAAAAAABU/56q1kDdhA2I/s1600-h/efb5cbda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019783474590638690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanaeWRZ4mI/AAAAAAAAABU/56q1kDdhA2I/s320/efb5cbda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and Kok Chuan preparing the sotongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanaeWRZ4oI/AAAAAAAAABk/67dN6vCEBd8/s1600-h/efb48b0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019783474590638722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanaeWRZ4oI/AAAAAAAAABk/67dN6vCEBd8/s320/efb48b0a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and Mui Joo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanaeWRZ4nI/AAAAAAAAABc/txKSRbNhSys/s1600-h/efb48ad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019783474590638706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanaeWRZ4nI/AAAAAAAAABc/txKSRbNhSys/s320/efb48ad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisties! Jaze and Paul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Mar 06, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's Medical Appointment Review at TTSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear suddenly got ringing ear out of the blue. No matter what he did he could not get rid of the irritating sound in his ear, and the sound got louder especially when the environment was quiet. After visiting private clinic, he was referred to TTSH ENT Specialist for treatment. He went through a series of diagnosis and reviews but his condition was still the same after a few months of medication. Poor boy. Don't worry sayang, I still love you orh. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 Apr 06, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's Medical Appointment Review at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!!! "p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiak hiak, anyone got fooled on April Fools Day? Anyway my April Fools Day morning was spent taking my mother to Hougang Polyclinic for regular medical review. I doubt the clinic would dare to play any punk on their patients yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08 Apr 06, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuiteen's 22nd BD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22 girl. I bought her accessories (a set of earrings and necklace) from HELEN. Hope you like them yah. I don't think I have seen you putting them on to-date leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 May 06, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stacy's 22nd BD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22 girl~! Among all my friends, you are the only one who share the same profession field with me, and only you can understand the 'hardship' we're going through our daily work. I know lately you were upset by what had happened, hope you will get over it soon. No matter what happens, do know that your friends still care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 June 06, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's Medical Appt Review at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, every 2 months I would bring my mother for medical review and to replenish her high blood pressure control medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08 August 06, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy's Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini celebration by dinning out at nearby coffeeshop having &lt;em&gt;Zhi Cha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-15 September 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Leave!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my, I think that was one of the best holidays I have enjoyed so far. Firstly, I spent practically the whole week with my dearest Julian. Secondly, I have finally mastered the skill to ride bicycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanTomRZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wXyUePYKFUA/s1600-h/P1000851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019775954102903250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanTomRZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wXyUePYKFUA/s320/P1000851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Though the learning journey wasn't smooth and sailing, I still managed to ride bicycle on my own without anyone's help! Don't you think I'm great? Ha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanUpmRZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Et54mASiTk/s1600-h/P1000971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019777070794400226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanUpmRZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Et54mASiTk/s320/P1000971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bicycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not to forget my darling lah.. Without his patience and guidance, I would never succeed in this all by myself. Thanks darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09-15 / 11-13 / 12 October 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Leave!! / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chalet at Downtown East!!!&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Birthday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanWMmRZ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bhRlQTi1P_k/s1600-h/P1010132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019778771601449474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanWMmRZ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bhRlQTi1P_k/s320/P1010132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, second week of leave within 2 months. Very shiok lor..! This time round the highlight was my birthday chalet! My first chalet in my existing 22 years of life. Pretty exciting and fun. Especially when most of my friends agreed to come even we did not keep in contact since we've graduated from poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanWM2RZ4hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-2NTit6IsAk/s1600-h/P1010163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019778775896416786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanWM2RZ4hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-2NTit6IsAk/s320/P1010163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanWM2RZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R3-WAFiwxdQ/s1600-h/P1010141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019778775896416802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanWM2RZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R3-WAFiwxdQ/s320/P1010141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touched. Thanks a lot my friends, for giving me an unforgettable 22 years old BD chalet. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 October 06, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's Medical Appt Review and Blood Test at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 November 06, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went for steamboat this time round at the coffeeshop opposite my block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 December 06, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JulianJaze 2years ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd anniversary dear. We spent our x'mas eve dinner at Paragon Sushi Tei. It was a cold and rainy x'mas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanUp2RZ4fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KlisYjW1Pig/s1600-h/P1010433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019777075089367538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanUp2RZ4fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KlisYjW1Pig/s320/P1010433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, with my dear around, x'mas eve was not as cold as it seemed to be. Thank you for loving me dearly. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 December 06, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear accompanied me to compass point Smile Clinque for dental treament, after which we shopped for Julian's new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ranea2RZ4qI/AAAAAAAAACo/JC86hiqSbXA/s1600-h/P1010438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019787812507607714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/Ranea2RZ4qI/AAAAAAAAACo/JC86hiqSbXA/s320/P1010438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hougang Mall for Gelare. Were my teeth shiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanebGRZ4rI/AAAAAAAAACw/c4lngZ_j3sU/s1600-h/P1010439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019787816802575026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanebGRZ4rI/AAAAAAAAACw/c4lngZ_j3sU/s320/P1010439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 December 06, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my new year eve off, and it was my last day working at Tampines Kodak. I've decided to quit my 5 years' part time for no reasons in particular. Hoping for a better 2007. Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116784098774174864?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116784098774174864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116784098774174864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116784098774174864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116784098774174864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-was-my-2006-01-jan-06-sunday-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDpygOrGTZs/RanbGWRZ4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXcKvSHlWKw/s72-c/efb4909b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-116693858822651320</id><published>2006-12-23T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:46:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/367639/P1010359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/595604/P1010359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two Thursdays ago (14/12) half of my colleagues and I went for Baxter training at Keppel Tower which is located near Tanjong Pagar MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at MRT station around 8 in the morning for breakfast at nearby hawker centre. I ordered nasi lemak. It was cheap and delicious! The serving includes nasi, fish, otah, sunny-side-up, and chicken wing which sells at only $2! Poor Paul he was having soar throat and could not enjoy the nasi lemak but had to make do with century egg porridge instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha was late, so she did not join us for breakfast. However, Ivan was thoughtful enough to buy her 3 curry puffs at the hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our breakfast, we took our own sweet time strolling our way to Keppel Tower. And we made it just in time. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the office, we were greeted by their friendly staffs and this christmas tree. Very nice hor? Not like the one in NUH BME... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after giving us the welcome speech, and gifts (hee).. the training session finally commenced at around 930. With that, we went through an hour of the history and some video clips of the infusion pump and other medical products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/233841/P1010331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/622543/P1010331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1030, we began with our hands-on. We were given 2 models of pumps. One was the single channel (shorter) and the other was triple-channels (taller). Meiwah got to work with the triple-channels, boss and nisha worked with single channel, Ivan with the single channel, while Paul and I shared the triple-channels pump. Oh ya, did you see the small rectangular gift wrapped up in blue? Those were our welcome gifts from Baxter. I thought that's was being sincere and respect your customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unlike some &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; company. Fancy giving away cheapskate ball-point pens with Service manuals for a &lt;strong&gt;half-day &lt;/strong&gt;training session? Gosh. Where got training like that one? Organized a hlaf-day training where staffs from hospitals had to make way down to training office in the morning and returned to work in the afternoon. Worse of all, the serivce engineer actually take my words as a joke during the training. This kind of training, I'd rather have none."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we began our usual stunts. Take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/564769/P1010334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/21324/P1010334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, we have cutie Ivan! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/372789/P1010338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/45421/P1010338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have dangerous Paul and harmless Jaze! (If you noticed Paul's sleeve, there's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; tag) Opps, by putting Paul and Jaze together, does that means Jaze is in danger?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/31928/P1010341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/941868/P1010341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pump. Note the personality of the pump. It reads, 'PAUJAZE'. Paul purposely elminate the 'L' from the name, cos he wanted it to sound like 'bao' Jaze. Errr.. Well I really have no idea what he meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/986451/P1010348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/625151/P1010348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the moment that we had been waiting for ~ tea break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Look at their coffee mixer! So big, so style, so class! Not like our pathetic pantry, only got one boiling/warming flask. &lt;em&gt;"No budget, no budget..." -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/460415/P1010349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/102063/P1010349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, Ivan and boss trying out the coffee mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/314559/P1010350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/553032/P1010350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/859833/P1010351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/88338/P1010351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul preparing his coffee with sugar and cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/244653/P1010352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/236627/P1010352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiwah. Oh by the way, their pantry was spacious! I think it's almost as big as BME's store room lor. Geees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/854043/P1010357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/675539/P1010357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder were they couples in the past? So lovey dovey. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/103100/P1010363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/311281/P1010363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay~ We happily hopped our way to Amara Hotel for lunch. It was just a stone throw away from the Keppel Tower, 5 min &lt;s&gt;hopping&lt;/s&gt; walking distance. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/87445/P1010365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/334612/P1010365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, all so hungry meh? Why walked so fast? And guess what restaurant was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/126589/P1010364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/282098/P1010364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, Baxter was generous enough to make a reservation at the Silkroad restaurant in Amara Hotel. It was a chinese traditional based restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/24150/P1010370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/254851/P1010370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/997756/P1010369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/599498/P1010369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the shifu was showing off his &lt;em&gt;tea pouring &lt;/em&gt;skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/407293/P1010366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/565572/P1010366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss, Meiwah and one of the sales executives, Zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/632439/P1010371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/801055/P1010371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, me, Nisha and Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinning table in the VIP room was so huge that I could not take a picture of the whole table itself. Courtesy of Baxter personnels, we have enjoyed our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we resumed our 2nd half of training session and we ended our day with a group photo. Thanks to the reception lady as an acting photographer, there goes the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/589624/P1010374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/63654/P1010374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baxter Training December 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/682797/P1010375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/109774/P1010375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the door gifts/welcome gifts/christmas gifts we got from Baxter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/461601/P1010385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/42320/P1010385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. The digital table clock got blue backlight some more! By the way, my house was really like an oven huh, 29.3 degree celcius?! *sweat*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116693858822651320?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116693858822651320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116693858822651320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116693858822651320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116693858822651320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-thursdays-ago-1412-half-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116686945535988550</id><published>2006-12-22T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:29:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In view of the rainy season that has been with us for the past couple of weeks, I'm down with flu and cough again. *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I began to feel unwell 2 days ago. That was on Wednesday, which was supposely my half day where I could probably go shopping alone or go dating with my beau. Sadly, none has happened. I felt so sick after meeting up with my girlfriends at Holland Drive for lunch that I had to cancel all my shopping/dating plans and headed for home instead. I went concussed after popping a pill (medicine for flu) upon reaching home at 3 plus. When I finally woke up it was already 6 plus in the evening. I really did not feel like having dinner all by myself since mum has already got dad to buy her dinner. They did not even bother to ask what would I want for dinner. I felt so left out. Hence, I asked dear to accompany me to compass point for dinner. Though he obliged, but I did not feel comfortable either. Is it me or something else that's bothering you? I was annoyed by the awful silence between us, yet I could not do anything to get this away. Probably I'm paranoid. But how do you expect me not to think so much when all you did was kept silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning was as bad. It was a rainy morning, I still felt drowsy from the drug, and the weather was too cold for me to get up. I decided to take morning time off. Thinking I might feel better after much sufficient sleep. And boy was I wrong. My condition seemed to be better when I reached office (at least no more runny nose), but I was then asked to help out in clearing the store for the renovation over the weekend, and thanks to my boss's command, the dusty germs and the free flow air-con took no time to conquer my immune system again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to see doctor on this morning at the nearby Hougang Polyclinic. Claimed 1-day MC and slept my day off with the effect of those drowsy medicines prescribed by the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, still sniffing while typing this entry. Hopefully the sick bugs would leave me before Sunday, and hope it will be a beautiful day for me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116686945535988550?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116686945535988550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116686945535988550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116686945535988550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116686945535988550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-view-of-rainy-season-that-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116601978885576102</id><published>2006-11-27T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:23:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/1600/492702/P1010307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6136/256/320/591080/P1010307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mother's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was young, my parents do not have the practice to celebrate birthdays. Our ways of celebrating birthdays were either dine out or have a few simple dishes prepared by my mother at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be a great cook. Really. At least to me she was. I love the dishes she made especially chicken soup with lotsa mushrooms potatoes and carrots, steam tiger prawns and steam fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my mother suffered from stroke, she can no longer prepare those dishes.. The stroke has affect her memory and she has poor concentration compared to the past. She can no longer travel on her own like she used to. I have to bring her for medical review every few months and she has to take medicine everyday to control her high blood pressure. A pretty vast change huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, she nags a lot. She nags about almost the same topics everyday. But all I can do is just give in to her. I can't be possibly stopping her from nagging, can't be possibly rebuke her, afterall she is my mother. I think that's the least I can do to respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she stays healthy and happy everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116601978885576102?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116601978885576102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116601978885576102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116601978885576102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116601978885576102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-my-mothers-birthday-since-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116498634333744253</id><published>2006-11-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:26:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately my life has more or less repeating it's routine.. Nothing interests me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekday starts off by waking up at 0630 hrs, leaves house by 0700 hrs, catches either bus 72 or 101 at 0705 hrs, rushes to catch NEL to Punggol (so that I can choose my favourite seat and have a comfortable journey to Harbour Front) before 0710 hrs, sleep all the way in the train until 0800 hrs when it reaches Harbour Front station, takes big steps with the crowd to the bus stop outside Harbour Front Centre to catch bus 97 that arrives between 0805 to 0810 hrs, sleeep..., alights from bus between 0820 to 0825 hrs, strolls to staff canteen to buy breakfast and steps into office promptly on 0830 hrs, work..., lunch at 1200 hrs, work...., off work at 1800 hrs (but usually I don't leave office on the dot, hence the frequent scoldings I got from Julian...), takes either bus 963 or 97 to Harbour Front, takes NEL back to hougang, buy dinner, takes either bus 72, 101 or 74, 147 home depends which ever bus stop is nearer to where I buy dinner, finally home sweet home around 1945 to 2000 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats if you really spend time read what I've typed as above word by word. Guess your life is just as boring as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116498634333744253?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116498634333744253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116498634333744253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116498634333744253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116498634333744253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/11/lately-my-life-has-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116464289581411168</id><published>2006-11-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:54:55.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 months..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/1836/1600/321069/vivocity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/1836/320/824522/vivocity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling! For showering me with the sweetest love in the world!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116464289581411168?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116464289581411168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116464289581411168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116464289581411168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116464289581411168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/11/23-months.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116351061312861521</id><published>2006-11-14T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:28:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I am really not in the right mood to blog. Especially when I got a lot of pictures to share but I simply do not have the zest to blog whenever I signed in to blogger.. So contradicting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much delayed. Finally found time uploading some photos. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 November, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wednesdays (01 Nov) ago, Julian and I went to VivoCity after my half day work. Basically we just roamed around in the mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, during mid-autumn festival, Brendan got a complimentary $10/= cash voucher from Haagen Daz (spell?) after buying ice-cream mooncake. And since he does not have girl girl yet, he offered to give me the voucher! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the voucher was kept with me for 2 months+ before it came in handy on 1st Nov. There was an ice-cream promotion going on that day, $9.90/= for 2 scoops of ice-cream (choco and raspberry), in another words, we got the ice-cream for FREE! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our free ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken outside Sushi Tei Restaurant. I was grumbling to Julian on how much I wanna ride the cable car while focusing this shot.. The respond I got from him was merely a -.- look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to take cable car &lt;em&gt;mahh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. Yup I got poor sense of aiming. Most pix I took were not centered. But, unique &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sushi Tei for dinner after catching movie in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11 November, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Suntec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came across this very huge christmas tree in Citylink Mall on our way to Suntec. Many people were taking photo of it. Being a &lt;em&gt;Kiasu&lt;/em&gt; singaporean, I also took out my camera and join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall tall X'mas tree in Citylink Mall. It's so tall that the whole tree could not fit in my camera lens. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popped over to Raffles City for a while before heading home in the evening, and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera not centered. Julian not paying attention to the camera.. -.- (I laughed so loud upon reviewing this shot that I think I've caused many heads to turn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera centered. Good. Julian eyeing at other girls?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 3 ... Take 6.. ...... ..... .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 'n'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaDa~! Finally a satisfying pose! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 November, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this unique X'mas tree which is made up of teddy bears at HarbourFront Centre on my way to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beary nice X'mas tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116351061312861521?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116351061312861521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116351061312861521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116351061312861521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116351061312861521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/11/recently-i-am-really-not-in-right-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116142271401030284</id><published>2006-10-21T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:30:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thousand apologies for the long-overdue entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, I had an enjoyable 22nd birthday. Not only with my family and my love, but also with my buddies and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it would be wiser to let the pictures do the talking on my behalf. Enjoy~ (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 October 2006, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fui Teen and her boyfriend, Dean for dinner at ChompChomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian and BD Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fui Teen and Sour-face Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got satay! 5 chicken 5 pork 1 ketupak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ stingray! Yummy slurps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ chicken wings! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha Kway Teow mai &lt;em&gt;hum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Hokkein Mee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Mega-sized Sugarcane drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 October 2006, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian got driving lesson in the afternoon, hence I went to check in to Downtown East chalet on my own. Julian came to join me in the evening after his driving lessons at Yeo Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Downtown East KFC. After our dinner, Julian bought me a mango cake from Emicake shop. *sweet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 October 2006, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 12 midnight, Julian celebrated my birthday with me in our chalet room..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010093.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010093.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mango BD cake from Julian love.&lt;br /&gt;He sang me BD song..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear. Lubeuu. Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my sweet dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian went for his TP test in the afternoon. And ....... HE PASSED! So his driving liscence got my BD date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my party~!&lt;br /&gt;And they were my first guests of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson Margaret Jaze Yuanlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My polymates,&lt;br /&gt;Raj Arnon Darren Jolene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poly friends,&lt;br /&gt;Elfin Nghee Guan Jaze Arnon Ben Qinghui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010122.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingesh Jaze Jolene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly classmates!&lt;br /&gt;Jaze Afra Zanah Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huili Jaze Huiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;Veron Gary Brendon Nisha BoonCheng Aza Ivan Paul PekHoon Jaze MuiJoo MeiWah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaze Janice (Paul's sweetheart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WenMei Jaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Si Rong Jaze&lt;br /&gt;This muscle man here is Wen Mei's boyfriend, and coincidentally, he was my primary schoolmate! Our mothers used to hang out during our primary school days. Singapore is really so small eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn (CK's girlfriend) Jaze CheeKeong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo with secondary school friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010132.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010132.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BD cake, a present from WenMei and SiRong&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010129.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010129.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! with my chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to sing BD song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Jaze Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With A203 guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With A201(afra) and A202 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With primary/secondary school friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Hui's sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 22! Not 222!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Julian (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a candid shot taken by Huiling. I find it rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiith Stacy. By the way, she was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she bought me Blush! lingeries.. There's another white G-string which is not shown here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010162.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010162.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, for making my BD chalet possible and happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultra late-comers, ZhongHan and Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks a lot everyone, for making my 22nd BD a memorable one! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you lots honey. Thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116142271401030284?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116142271401030284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116142271401030284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116142271401030284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116142271401030284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/10/thousand-apologies-for-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116089474472518413</id><published>2006-10-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:45:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday To ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun! I'll be back with more updates and pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116089474472518413?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116089474472518413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116089474472518413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116089474472518413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116089474472518413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-22nd-birthday-to-me-i-had-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116045213068733263</id><published>2006-10-10T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:13:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last evening I went to Sky and Jess's wedding dinner at Fullerton Hotel. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fullerton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leh~... Heard that each table price between 800 to 1000. Rich families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a few pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin Jaze Jo Lingesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalic Huihui Jiayun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Adrian Danker Jaze Mdm Soh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huihui Jaze Jiayun Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo with the Bride and Groom and their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's another group photo (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; specially requested one leh...) taken with all the poly gang. But the guy (I was confused by the attires that I could not distinguish between whether he was the waiter or one of the brothers..) who took the pix did not focus properly before snapping, ended up the pix &lt;strong&gt;blur&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh.. Whateva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116045213068733263?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116045213068733263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116045213068733263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116045213068733263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116045213068733263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-evening-i-went-to-sky-and-jesss.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116037026561962692</id><published>2006-10-09T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:50:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Belated Mooncake Festival!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Fridays ago (29 Sept 2006), I went to celebrate mooncake festival with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special guests apperances: Pek Hoon's boyfriend and Nisha's baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek Hoon was so amused by Nisha's cute baby that she couldn't stop playing and taking pictures with him. And so was I! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all preparing to set off to the nearby Dover Park for our mini gathering. And since we had nothing better to do, we take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha feeding her baby shortly after we reached the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/IMG_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/IMG_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Baby Naresh was full from his dinner and was ready to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/IMG_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/IMG_0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Chuan and Baby Naresh. See, Naresh was so camera-sensitive. Love his innocent smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Cheng and Mei Wah, carrying their lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/IMG_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/IMG_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha and Geok Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Wah and Pek Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, how could we celebrate our mooncake festival without mooncakes?&lt;br /&gt;That's when Gary comes in handy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking lah, it was nice of him to cut mooncakes for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice. Snowskins somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaze and Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Wah and Jaze.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, Mei Wah really misses her childhood days eh? Fancy carried 2 lanterns at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaze and Aza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool shot taken by Kok Chuan.&lt;br /&gt;Jaze and Veron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! Don't you find the lamp post on the top right corner resembles the full moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza posing with his fireworks sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/IMG_0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls toasting their drinks. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, the extra hand extended from Pek Hoon's back was Brendan's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canned Drinks Advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, our future Boyband-wanna-be wishes you a Happy Belated Mooncake Festival!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116037026561962692?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116037026561962692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116037026561962692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116037026561962692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116037026561962692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-belated-mooncake-festival-2.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-116006537466200233</id><published>2006-10-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:22:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh.... I'm excited and vexed now. Yes, 2-in-1 feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to have my yet-another-ONE-week leave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've booked a chalet at Pasir Ris Downtown East (11-13 Oct).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to celebrate my 22nd birthday there and then (12 Oct).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is my FIRST time organizing a chalet and celebrating my BD all at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've invited many many of my friends and colleagues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many have gave me positive replies *smiles*.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not planning for BBQ despite having a BBQ pit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Cause I'm the BD girl and I don't want to get 'black black' by the BBQ smokes and oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not order FOOD for my chalet!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I CANNOT order food from caterings other than the one appointed by Downtown East.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visited the appointed catering site but there's NO menus available!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am required to send email for further details of catering menus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have invited muslim friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got one vegetarian colleague?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-116006537466200233?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/116006537466200233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=116006537466200233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116006537466200233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/116006537466200233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115850530497617320</id><published>2006-09-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:13:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my 1 week leave! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loadsa fun throughout my leave. There's a saying which goes, 'A picture speaks a thousand words'. Hence for this entry, I'd be 'speaking' a gazillion words!! Wow, this is going to break my ever 'longest, lengthy, &lt;em&gt;lor sor&lt;/em&gt;' entry records!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 September 2006, Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian and I went &lt;em&gt;Par Tor&lt;/em&gt; lar.. Hurhurhur. We spent the afternoon bumming around the whole stretch of Orchard Road from Dhoby Ghaut To Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: We had lunch @ Thai Express, Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why TE chose an elephant as their logo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the waitress behind but I find his expression kinda cute so I just snapped loh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Seafood Tomyam with rice. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian had this. Ermm.. I forgot the name for this. Anyway it's some &lt;em&gt;Kway Teow&lt;/em&gt;-like noodle with lotsa spices in it. Yumyum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch, we went window shopping. Soon, we got tired and decided to go for coffee @ Taka Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around with the light and shadow.. By the way, the complimentary cookies tasted awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian had a DND function to attend that evening. Hence, I was &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to go home by 5pm. *Sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 September 2006, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buzzed Julian as early as 7am cos &lt;strong&gt;we were going to East Coast Park&lt;/strong&gt;!! =D Since 2 months ago I've been bugging him to teach me cycling. Opps. *paiseh* Hurhur.. I learnt cycling before but have never succeed. Therefore, I told myself I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; learn to ride bicycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+am. In bus 55 towards East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~! East Coast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at around 1030. We went ahead to rent a bicycle for me to start my 'lesson'. I had a hard time balancing myself for the start. I spent the next 2 hours picking up all the basic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a water break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor darling, he had to teach me with a backpack on him which carried our valuables and 2 bottles of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a second break under a small hut. My hands were hurting madly cos I applied a lot of force on the handles. Nervous lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the rest, wind started to stir up from the sea which led to a sandstorm to the land. We were badly attacked by the flying sand and dried leaves that we had to call it a day off. Very sad leh.. I took a shower to wash away the dirty sand at the public toilet nearby. Went to Marine Parade for lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bus stop. Waiting for bus to go home. I was wearing Julian's T-shirt cos my top was soiled and the aircon was chilling in the KFC restaurant. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 September 2006, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went town again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time round was to have dinner with our friends @ Sushi Tei Restaurant as a form of gathering. Julian got back his exams results on that day also. He passed all papers, with some disappointment though. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Taka Giordano. We were just killing time by taking pictures and more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can be self-obsessed at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way from Giordano to Pepper Lunch Restaurant, we just could not stop playing with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, DINNER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I told you it's Sushi Tei neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000881.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000881.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenmei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture. Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? You mean you're sulking cos Fui Teen has not arrive? Kekes.. Yeah.. she was doing OT that evening. Of all evenings, had to OT when I ask you out for dinner meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! The latecomer. We were supposed to meet at 6pm. She only arrived at 730+ lor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising the Sushi Tei Green Tea or Cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teapot soup. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sleepy face VS a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000917.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000917.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000911.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000911.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrr~ Third party! She INSISTED to squeeze between us when taking this pix. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Julian is the happiest in this pix lor.. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why Wenmei gave that sour face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the plate they serve was DIFFERENT from the menu display!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you wonder why we opened our mouths wide apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there wasn't any scallop found on the shell~!!! *Gasped* What you mean they served us empty shells?! Can meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Just kidding lah. We swallowed the scallops before we took this &lt;em&gt;Boliao&lt;/em&gt; pix. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act &lt;em&gt;Lian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000920.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000920.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~! Fierce! Look like those &lt;em&gt;Pai Kias&lt;/em&gt; or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000923.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000923.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was wrapped up with these delicious desserts. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;14 September 2006, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian went back to his AIA office for a meeting in the afternoon. We only met in the evening for dinner @ the S11 Kopitiam which was about 15min walking distant from Kovan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had BBQ Stingray and Fried &lt;em&gt;Kangong&lt;/em&gt; with rice. Yummies. Too hungry to take any pictures of the food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bus 101 on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;15 September 2006, Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with stacy, huili and huiling for dinner @ Tampines Mall Fish n Co. Will be posting up the pictures once I get the remaining pictures from them. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 September 2006, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much pondering, pestering and whining.. Julian agreed to bring me to East Coast to continue learn cycling!! And I was determined to succeed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were earlier this time. Managed to reached by 0930. Julian rented one bicycle for me first, then I spent around half an hour to learn how to "start" the bicycle on my own without relying on Julian's help. I was so nervous and elated when I could paddle the bicycle by myself!!! However, I still could not balance myself on the bike when I paddled.. Most of the times I only paddled a few seconds then my legs would land on the ground. This went on for the next 30 mins until I could &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; cycle continuously on the road without stopping. I went on all the way past jetty ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy! The feeling of the wind blowing against my face was so so very the &lt;em&gt;siok&lt;/em&gt; lor~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;em&gt;siok&lt;/em&gt; feeling didn't achieved without a price to pay... Sob. See, my palms were red and swollen with the handles marks on them. Very pain ok? I was literally grabbing hard on the handles when I was riding. I know I should relax but it was a natural reflex of my fingers when I held on to the handles. I didn't want to but I couldn't control. Sigh.. Until now my hands still pain hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to practise until 12 plus then we returned the bicycle and went to Mcdonalds for lunch. My palms hurt so much that I was shaking throughout the meal. I could not even hold the burger properly. Ya, it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooling ourselves down from the hot weather and feeding our stomachs. We remained in the Mac for some time to rest, and to decide whether to go back to East Coast or go back home as my hands were so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed Julian knew I actually wanted to continue cycling. When we approached the T-junction of whether to go home or park, Julian put his arm around my shoulder and told me, 'Ok, we shall go back to the bicycle shop, I treat you ride bicycle.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we were back on the cycling track. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian returned to the bicycle rental store to rent another bicycle for himself when I finally managed to ride on my own. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting under one of the huts. See, my skin was so tanned by the scotching sun. Should have applied sunblock in the first place. Till now I'm still having the &lt;em&gt;Chao Da&lt;/em&gt; skin ok? Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you honey for spending time teaching me how to ride a bicycle. Luvya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Our shoes were soiled by the bicycle 'oil' on the gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed very happy when I could pick up cycling within 2 days, without falling, and the best part was, I learnt it from a special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 September 2006, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not go anywhere in particular. My whole body especially my palms were aching badly that I simply laze around in my house for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only went out in the evening to Juncti8n with Julian. We had dinner @ Ajisen Ramen. We left for home shortly after the dinner cos Julian was very tired due to lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 September 2006, Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my CT scan appointment day with TTSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour before I left home, I realized I misplaced my CT scan appointment form. So &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; meh? Have to lose my form just when I need it. After some analyzing from Julian through the phone, he reckon I most probably have misplaced it in my office before I went on leave. *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice lor, still gotta go for my appointment right? I thought TTSH should have all the appointment records in their patient tracking system or whatever since it's such a big organization, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our utmost dismay, we were told by the Customer Service Officers (CSO) we have to wait for around 1-2 hours for them to retrieve a damn paper cos they do not have softcopy and they would need to dig out my Case Notes File from the office. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting (after the CSO informed us about the waiting time), the same lady approached us suggesting we could go straight to the CT scan department and check with the staffs to see whether they could postpone the scan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining my situation to the staff-in-charge in the CT scan dept, the staffs there appeared more helpful and efficient than those in the clinics. Within 15 mins, they got the form faxed in from somewhere (I don't know where thought, probably another department).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the form, I was directed to the counter to make payment, which in my case I need not pay cos the bill would be sent to NUH for claim. Haha.. Subsequently, I was led to the waiting area by a nurse. I have to change into the X-ray robe for the scan, and inject a needle that was required to infuse chemical into my body during the scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand was immobilised when this needle was injected. Painful ok. Considering I do not have much fats. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures were taken by Julian. I wouldn't want to move an inch with this big needle inserted ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CT scan itself lasted for about 15 min. A pretty fast procedures. I was then informed by the staff to return on 25 for the report and doctor appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was famished. We went to Novena Square Long John Silvers to grab a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plastered needle wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Julian's house after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week right? I can say I really have enjoyed myself in this 1 week leave. Especially learning how to ride a bicycle. Now, I have already returned to office for a week. More or less have already resumed to my usual working routine life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next leave! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115850530497617320?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115850530497617320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115850530497617320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115850530497617320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115850530497617320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-from-my-1-week-leave-d-had.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115822211941516725</id><published>2006-09-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:21:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my leave has already passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed myself a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of photos to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting up the pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, muackz! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115822211941516725?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115822211941516725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115822211941516725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115822211941516725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115822211941516725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-flies-half-of-my-leave-has.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115798687370587670</id><published>2006-09-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:06:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some photos we took during Marilyn's farewell dinner @..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Sakura International Buffet Restaurant @ Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a weekday, after our work. I took Paul's motor, Aza went with Ivan's motor and the rest of our colleagues took cab down. Obviously, the ones who took bikes reached first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm 'orbit', always post with the 'Peace' sign. But.. but... it just came &lt;em&gt;naturally&lt;/em&gt; when I take pictures leh.. Bad habit. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn and Rosabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosabel is a very 'smiley' lady. She's always seen smiling at our conversations thru'out the dinner. Or was she smirking at our bickerings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and Geok Bee. (Simon was a coincidence, he wasn't expected to pose in this photo but he just happened to be there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm starting to believe Ethan looks terrible in photos, all photos. He forever closes his eyes when posing for cameras. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he was dodging from my camera, but the picture seems to tell that he was 'scare-ed' by the hand. Hahah. I forgot whose hand was that though. Must be some ugly monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosabel with her spoonful of soup and Mei Wah with an Unagi stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Rosabel is a smiley girl with a smiley face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha and Marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah~! One more 'Peace' girl. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his pose. Cheers! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan and Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect they're homosexual. Hah! Shall spare you the details. That's for me to know and for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was fine. A mixture of Chinese (Lasak, Dim Sum, Chicken Rice, Herbal Soup, Abalone, Satays, Otahs...), Western (Steaks, Pastas, Raw Oysters, Tiger Prawns...), Japanese (Sushis, Sashimis...) cuisines. In fact I took ton of pictures of the various food. However, I will not be posting those due to the huge file sizes that might cause Blogger to hang, and my post to be wiped out without warning, and me getting flare up cause I've wasted my effort and time uploading photos and typing the entry, and ended up you get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, you've got the point. *kekekekes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the dinner. (=&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things started to get bored after dessert the monkeys began to &lt;em&gt;chut&lt;/em&gt; stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Spoon Giving Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartiest congrats to Aza in receiving the Plastic Spoon Award from Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;*Roll eyes Roll tongue Roll toes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaahh.. What a beautiful sunset taken by Paul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1010578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1010578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the flash ruined the scenery to the max.&lt;br /&gt;-___________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo before everyone left for home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115798687370587670?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115798687370587670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115798687370587670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115798687370587670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115798687370587670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-photos-we-took-during-marilyns.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115773451410878839</id><published>2006-09-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:55:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this picture slides to bits! Anyway this is just a sneak preview. Will add in more pictures subsequently!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115773451410878839?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115773451410878839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115773451410878839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115773451410878839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115773451410878839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-this-picture-slides-to-bits.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115764374453385212</id><published>2006-09-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:41:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been ages, and the 'culture' of BME is still going on.. Marilyn (our admin staff) has moved on from BME. Her last day with us was last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Marilyn, may you lead a happy life ahead and wish your mum gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, our yet-another-new admin assistant is Rosabel. A soft-spoken and quiet office lady who has joined us for 2 weeks. Heard that she just got married in May. Pretty bride. Hopefully she will stay long. At least long enough to start scolding people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arr.. my one-week leave is approaching.. I gotta clear my overdue outstandings before I can enjoy my short 'term-break'. Have been spending the past 2 days staying back after office hours to sort out the papers. *Stress* My total outstanding paperwork to-date can be piled up to 2 booklets of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellowpages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already. Not exaggerating at all okay? *Bish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, how can I possibly go on leave without worries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been disobedient. )=&lt;br /&gt;Since last Saturday morning, I have been experiencing acute pain in my body whenever I swallow, be it food or fluid. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mouth I swallowed hurts. The pain got worse on Sunday, it got so severe that I took more than 30min to finish a meal. Yes, it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; pain. In case you wonder, this is not ordinary throat/stomach/gastric/heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 'none-of-the-above' type of pain. Confused? Well, I am as confused as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian got concerned about my condition and encouraged me to seek medical assistance. With that, I got up as early as 645 on Monday morning to Hougang Polyclinic to see doctor. After the doctor saw me, she advised me to approach the Specialist for further diagnosis. With the referral letter and special appointment made by the doctor, I had to make my way down to Tan Tock Seng Hospital before 11am. I was lucky to have Julian accompanied me to TTSH. At there, I had to go through a series of check to find out what caused the discomfort. Firstly, the doctors asked a series of repeatitive questions which I have to answer again and again. Secondly, I was 'scoped' through my nose to examine whether there's any unusual infection or such in my gullet (and that 1-minute procedure costs $56/-?! gosh). Thirdly, the most horrid fluroscopy (x-ray) procedure I ever went through. (To know more about the process, please refer to Julian's blog.) Grave torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of torture (with empty stomach since I woke up), the results of x-ray flims showed I am perfectly normal, no obstacles no obstruction no nothing in my esophagus. &gt;.&lt;" Then, how the hell did I get those pain in me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, how can I possibly go on leave without &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;worries?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115764374453385212?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115764374453385212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115764374453385212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115764374453385212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115764374453385212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-has-been-ages-and-culture-of-bme-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115660420631753770</id><published>2006-08-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:06:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Julian had his last paper (accounts) yesterday (23 Aug 06). So, we went to PS for dinner to celebrate the end of his semestral exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled our dinner at Ichiban Sushi Restaurant. We've ordered a variety of food.. I was too engrossed in filling my stomach than taking the pictures of the food we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my all time favorites sashimi.. Sweet prawns. =9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian took this from the belt as we've never seen such Sushi and would like to give it a try. The omelette-like skin was actually cheese with seaweed toppings. I thought that was sweet omelette when I first saw them. It wasn't as delicious as I thought it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian. Dodging from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. *Biang!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stomach-bloating dinner, we just roamed around aimlessly and before we knew it, we were standing in front of the movie ticket booth. We were pondering should we catch a movie since it was 9 plus then. To our surprise, Snakes On A Plane was already airing when it was supposed to be showing on 24. Hurhur. And so, we happily bought the 2130 tickets and we spent the rest of the evening scaring my guts off. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/snakesonaplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/snakesonaplane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, my heart was literally racing against time throughout 90% of the movie. At instances where the snakes suddenly attacked the people, I would just grabbed Julian's arm tightly and hid my face behind his shoulder. =x I kept making little comments to Julian during the show that I think I must have annoyed the girls in front of us. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was still ponding hard after we left the theater.. Haha. It was already 2330 as we took NEL home. That, was our 20 monthsary eve. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115660420631753770?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115660420631753770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115660420631753770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115660420631753770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115660420631753770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/08/julian-had-his-last-paper-accounts.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115557157623637431</id><published>2006-08-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:06:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Same old brand new me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115557157623637431?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115557157623637431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115557157623637431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115557157623637431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115557157623637431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/08/same-old-brand-new-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115496902948009615</id><published>2006-08-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:33:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After many grumblings and countless visits to various IT fares (ok, maybe just a couple of visits..), I have finally purchased my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; digital camera just before the end of GSS season!! =D Julian accompanied me to get the camera at Sim Lim Square on 29 July 06, saturday, right after we attended his bursary receiving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/FX8%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/FX8%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumix Panasonic FX8 series! According to the salesman, this model was brought back (only the silver colour) due to popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/FX8%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/FX8%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool? =D I'm so delighted! It was a great bargain at $499 nett plus 2 free 512MB memory cards. Upon comparison, the original selling price was so much steeper (around 6-7 hundred odds)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/P1000009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/P1000009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughtful sales assistant offered to give my camera a memorable 'opening ceremony' by taking a pix for us! (x Yeap, we bought this camera at the Song Brothers outlet in Sim Lim Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H%20%20h(377).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/H%20%20h%28377%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in case you have not realised, I've permed my hair! Time for a change in my boring hairstyle. For some reasons I find this shot eyes-pleasing. The shadows have conceal my pimple face, and the focus is on my new hairstyle! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115496902948009615?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115496902948009615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115496902948009615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115496902948009615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115496902948009615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-many-grumblings-and-countless.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115461184950360837</id><published>2006-08-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:57:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday (30 July) was Simon's birthday, and since no one would want to go back BME on a Sunday, we decided to give Simon a surprise BD celebration on Friday (28 July) instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Brendan got KC to buy a cake from outside (Breadtalk)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Pek Hoon dragged Simon out to attend fault with her in order to let KC come in with the cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, KC brought Simon out of BME (again) so that we could set up the cake with all candles lit up. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20002.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20002.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza lighting up the candles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake in the meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up.. (before candles were lighted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the cake in the meeting room with lights off and door closed. We instructed Simon to go into the meeting room because we were going to have a meeting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon was caught by surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying, 'Thanks, thanks..' while we sang BD songs (english version, mandarin version, malay.... HA!) for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a &lt;s&gt;fish&lt;/s&gt; wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the &lt;b&gt;must do&lt;/b&gt; stunts for BD girl/boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza sang, '你知不知道~ 你知不知道~~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan, 'Ahhhhh~ save meeee....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo taking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Notice the change in Aza's face, so &lt;em&gt;malay beng&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Now his expression resembles a primary school boy celebrating his &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;BD. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - ............ &lt;em&gt;Well, &lt;/em&gt;if you get the link. O.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - GOOD TAKE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and James (ex-colleague)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and Boon Cheng (boss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removing the 'Happy Birthday' deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek Hoon, 'I tell you arh, I want all the strawberry, chocolate and mango!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon, 'yes.. yes...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC and Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is a vendor who has been with us for the past few weeks in NUH BME, doing a major upgrade of Baxter pumps. I suppose he is going to complete within this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron KC Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha and her husband.. Haha, I caught them sharing a cake so I pester them to pose for my camera. Apparently the man is more camera friendly than the lady~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proved my point. (=&lt;br /&gt;Nisha could not stop chuckling when I was taking this pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, he has his own defination of &lt;em&gt;handsome&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very weird pix, due to the weird poses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC Simon Pek Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Simon~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115461184950360837?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115461184950360837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115461184950360837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115461184950360837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115461184950360837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-sunday-30-july-was-simons.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115410117453270250</id><published>2006-07-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:50:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last friday was Kok Chuan's last day with BME.. Gary bought him a cake on Thursday from Kopitiam's Bangawan Solo.. And then.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;took &lt;em&gt;alot &lt;/em&gt;of pictures using BME's digicam! Anyway the camera was dumped in the shelf for good, it would be a waste if I don't use it right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/8f608bb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot snapped by me. Somewhat it looks indecent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/7b46b8cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ethan looked sleepy.. Gary was eyeing at the cake instead of the cameraman.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/bfab5f23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ethan &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have not wake up.. Paul getting sleepy too. Urmm.. this time was Marilyn's turn to eye at the Black Forest Cake. \= Simon shunned me. Probably he couldn't believe I can teleport. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/6df1b13d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 3 - Good Take. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/0e2f9f82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting cake! Eh? Why KC looked at the cake instead of me??&lt;br /&gt;Jaze, 'LOOK AT THE &lt;s&gt;ME&lt;/s&gt; CAMERA LEH!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/b9093223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oei, I say look at the camera not &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;!!! And your expression is &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Don't you find it &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; that suddenly all figures beside KC disappeared magically??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/22ebaf7e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TADA!!*&lt;br /&gt;Jaze, 'thats better..' =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/13108680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;认真的男人最帅??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/160174a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha, 'Double peace!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brendan, 'I ALSO double peace!!! YEAH!' *super happy. don't know why..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aza, 'YeeeeEeee... why his pose so ugly?!' *control very hard to prevent himself from spitting the cake out.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/29eb5cab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha, 'Yeahh~ I got my cake alreadyy..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marilyn, 'hmmm why they still don't give me my share??' *keep staring at the cake instead of me.. pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/ce3875f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon giving out plates for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/afd0e8e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon slicing the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/b75971ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza enjoying the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/9e6f6e4f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul obviously is very hungryy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/d82f8b91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC meiwah gary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/8750a9eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, meiwah offered to take grp pix for us.&lt;br /&gt;gary KC jaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/8036ce24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I commanded gary to take a pix for us. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;meiwah KC jaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/5445d2a9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC, 'come brendan, let me give you a goodbye kiss.. mOooOOooOOo.......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brendan, 'yEaHH!! KC gonna kiss mee!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/aae25f72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this on Friday, before we left BME after work..&lt;br /&gt;Veron KC Brendan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/KC%20farewell/7bcbf9b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muijoo (from MMD dept) KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought that bear for KC as his farewell gift. I know it's girlish but it's the thought that counts mahh.. &lt;em&gt;Mai so gei gao lahh&lt;/em&gt;.. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC's stay with us was merely 5 months, but we enjoyed his presence very much. A jovial guy who has brightened up BME's life for the last few months. Wish him best in his future! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115410117453270250?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115410117453270250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115410117453270250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115410117453270250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115410117453270250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-friday-was-kok-chuans-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115379077648361971</id><published>2006-07-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:26:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry 19 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvya!! (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115379077648361971?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115379077648361971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115379077648361971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115379077648361971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115379077648361971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/merry-19-months-luvya-x.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115340849053383553</id><published>2006-07-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:14:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bird flu mock exercise~~!! Whole island wide exercise~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. In fact this evening the exercise is activated already. Luckily there is no need for us to man the triage overnight, otherwise we sure cannot take it. I mean how could we proceed with our daily routine without sufficient rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was supposed to be on duty tomorrow morning 0730-1100. But for some reasons, the management re-scheduled the time-table. And now according to the latest instructions, I am scheduled for duty on saturday morning 0700-1100 instead. (worse.. sigh..) The thought of wearing full PPE attire throughtout my duty really dread me out. Full protection gown.. mask.. apron.. gloves.. )= sighh.. Hopefully I won't suffocate and faint. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, this saturday I need not attend fault since I am maning the triage &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; I can hail cab to work&lt;strong&gt; and&lt;/strong&gt; get to claim cab fare on saturday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, be it sad or not, this exercise still has to goes on. Just hope for the best and prepare for the worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115340849053383553?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115340849053383553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115340849053383553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115340849053383553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115340849053383553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/bird-flu-mock-exercise-whole-island.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115323653541847525</id><published>2006-07-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:28:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Terumo head office for training today. (=&lt;br /&gt;(No work no work.. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Terumo training was actually my refreshment course. Last year around this time I had went for similar training as well. The only difference is, my colleagues. Today's training group includes simon nisha aza gary me and one more Equip Med guy, Danny. Besides simon and I, the rest of NUH staffs were new for today's session. /= All thanks to the high turn-over rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it was a succesful training with no infuriating bossy people around (unlike the previous training I had). Lunch provided by them was presentable and sumptuous (it was buffet at Plaza Hotel, mind you). And of course, the theory and hands-on sessions definately did not bored us to sleep. We were given souvenirs too! It's a pen with mini torchlight integrated (cool orhh). All in all it was a wonderful training session. Looking forward to more of these training courses with Terumo. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from simon we're going to have testers training conducted by Tyco in coming sept. Yayy~! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr.. my boy is sick. )=&lt;br /&gt;He's having ulcers and soar throat and flu and ache and stress and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he gets better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115323653541847525?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115323653541847525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115323653541847525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115323653541847525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115323653541847525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-terumo-head-office-for.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115228706793016379</id><published>2006-07-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:44:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last monday, I applied half day off to see doctor at Kreta Ayer. This clinic was recommended by Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got chicken pox, my face has been having a lot of acnes. If not for the fact that we happened to see each other few weeks ago, she wouldn't have introduce me to this skin specialist clinic. According to her, this clinic treats all kinds of skin problems, and she was once a patient there too. It kind of surprised me when I knew she had similar outbreak before, her complexion was really nice when I saw her that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor patiently explained to me the causes to my condition during my consultation. I was told that commercial skincare products may reduce my acnes but will not remove them totally. He suggested I should let doctor to come in and help at this point of time. Based on my condition, it will take about 4-5 months to clear the acnes totally. I was then given 2 types of medicines and a cream to apply on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to take 3 pills daily, and to apply the cream every night. Hopefully my condition will improves by next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a wedding dinner to attend with Julian in 2 months' time.. I really want to look pretty pretty then.. *must be patient and perseverance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115228706793016379?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115228706793016379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115228706793016379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115228706793016379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115228706793016379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-monday-i-applied-half-day-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115202116473026381</id><published>2006-07-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:56:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Letter 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We refer to your appeal for admission to Electrical &amp; Electronic Engineering course at Nanyang Technological University (NTU).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................... We regret to inform you that your appeal for the admission to NTU has been unsuccessful as your University Admission score does not meet the admission criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LOO HUEY PENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to inform you that your appeal for admission to National University of Singapore (NUS) has not been successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115202116473026381?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115202116473026381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115202116473026381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115202116473026381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115202116473026381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/letter-1-dear-miss-loo.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115185492091389250</id><published>2006-07-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:42:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like it've been a gazillion years since my last post. Always didn't have the mood to type a well composed entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I'm feeling darn bored at the moment, shall decide to let my mind run wild and let my fingers play around with the motherboard then. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my part time work. Tampines Kodak is undergoing minor renovation. Now that they've removed the partition, the whole shop is feeling warmer cos the aircon has been escaping from the shop. Practically perspiring all day. Hopefully after renovation it would be cooler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last Thursday (29 Jun 06), Nisha (our newly joined colleague) and I went for a patient monitor training course organised by Draeger Medical. Before the training I was pretty much looking forward to it. Cos it was a one-day training at Draeger Medical Office, which is located quite far away from NUH. Means no work orh.. Hurhur.. It didn't bother me much when I learnt the office is located at Jurong East also. HOWEVER, my day was totally ruined by HER attendance. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people I had to attend the same training as HSY. YUCKS. Totally dampened my mood for the training. Back then in NUH, she would always find fault in me. I mean, so what if you were senior? Senior means you could reprimand your colleagues like you pay them salary? Senior means your colleagues have to get your consent whenever they want to take time off or apply leave? Come on lah, time off and leave are our entitlement. Why on earth do we need to seek your consent? Even if we really had to, our AM should be the one approving our time off/leave, not you. Understand? Power crazy. Like one day never shoot your mouth off you wun survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, back to THE TRAINING. During our hands on session, after Dave (Draeger Medical Engineer) had dismantled the monitor, he asked one of us to assemble the parts back. IMMDIATELY HSY said, 'Jaze, try assemble lah'. Freak. So many people there you HAD to ask me?! You had THREE colleauges from KKH all surrounding you WHY do you have to ask me!? If you're interested, you could jolly well volunteer to assemble the parts. Don't need to pin point names okay? You think you are still my senior isit? -.- And guess what? I spoilt one of the connectors when attempting to assemble the parts.... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S I G H . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that July we're going to have another training by Terumo. Pray hard I won't bum into HER again. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot now. Physically and mentally. Probably time to call off a day. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115185492091389250?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115185492091389250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115185492091389250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115185492091389250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115185492091389250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/07/looks-like-itve-been-gazillion-years.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115142333775468681</id><published>2006-06-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:03:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18months --- Beautiful Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;看住时间 别让它再流浪&lt;br /&gt;从前我 太适应悲伤&lt;br /&gt;你的出现在无意中 却深深撼动我&lt;br /&gt;一起走着 没说什么 心是满足的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界 随时都要崩塌&lt;br /&gt;我没有 其他的愿望&lt;br /&gt;假如明天将消失了 趁现在我爱着&lt;br /&gt;只想记得 被你抱着 温热的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Beautiful So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我失去过 更珍惜拥有&lt;br /&gt;多庆幸我是我 被你疼爱的我&lt;br /&gt;紧紧牵住的手 不要放手 永远守护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Beautiful So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我很快乐 你会了解我&lt;br /&gt;我不会再哭泣 是因为我相信&lt;br /&gt;我们勇敢的爱着 每秒钟 都能证明 一生的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界 随时都要崩塌&lt;br /&gt;我没有 其他的愿望&lt;br /&gt;假如明天将消失了 趁现在我爱着&lt;br /&gt;只想记得 被你抱着 温热的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Beautiful So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我失去过 更珍惜拥有&lt;br /&gt;多庆幸我是我 被你疼爱的我&lt;br /&gt;紧紧牵住的手 不要放手 永远守护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Beautiful So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我失去过 更珍惜拥有&lt;br /&gt;多庆幸我是我 被你疼爱的我&lt;br /&gt;紧紧牵住的手 不要放手 永远守护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Beautiful So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我很快乐 你会了解我&lt;br /&gt;我不会再哭泣 是因为我相信&lt;br /&gt;我们勇敢的爱着 每秒钟 都能证明 一生的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Beautiful So Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115142333775468681?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115142333775468681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115142333775468681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115142333775468681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115142333775468681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/06/18months-beautiful-love-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115029668787938719</id><published>2006-06-20T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:55:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;SWIMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;A = 1&lt;br /&gt;B = 2&lt;br /&gt;C = 3&lt;br /&gt;D = 4&lt;br /&gt;E = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 + 2 = 3 (A + B = C)&lt;br /&gt;3 + 4 = 7 (C + D = E)&lt;br /&gt;1 + 3 = 4 (A + C = D)&lt;br /&gt;2 + 4 = 6 (B + D = F)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;He would say to either sister which way would your sister advise me to go for the road to happiness and he would go the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he asks the sister that tells the truth she would quite rightly tell him the wrong way to go because that's where her sister would advise him to go as she lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he were to ask the sister that tell lies she would also tell him the wrong way to go as her sister would advise the correct road but she would lie about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose only one monk had the disease. He would wake up the first day and see that everyone else didnt have it (no-one would have the spot) so he would think that if no-one else had it he must be the one so he would kill himself the 1st day. The rest of the people in that case wouldnt do nothing since they see 1 person had the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were 2 they would wake up the first day and see 1 person that had it. They would then wake up the second day and see that this person has not killed hmself yet. So that means there is another person but no one else has the spot so they would have thought it was them. Therefore they would commit suiced both on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like that up to 7.&lt;br /&gt;If there were 7 monks that had it they would all commit suicide the 7th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Julian Qn5, he told me if the mentioned theory is applied, regardless how many monks contacted the disease, all monks should commit sucide by 3rd day instead of 7th day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 7 monks had the black spots, they would wake up on 1st day and see 6 other monks having the black spot. Since he could not see himself, he would thought only 6 monks having the spots and assume they would kill themselves on the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the 2nd day, he would wake up finding 6 other monks still alive, which means there must be one more monk having the black spot. Since no other monks were seen with the spot, he must be the one having it. Should all 7 monks have the same thinking, they would all kill themselves on the 3rd day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his explanation sounds absolutely logical to me. o.O"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115029668787938719?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115029668787938719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115029668787938719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115029668787938719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115029668787938719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/06/1_20.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-115029662784233363</id><published>2006-06-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:40:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;What is so fragile that it is broken when you name it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Can you find a five letter word, which, when typed in upper case, reads the same upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;A + B = C&lt;br /&gt;C + D = E&lt;br /&gt;A + C = D&lt;br /&gt;B + D = F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F = 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that letters A-E all are represented by nonzero positive numbers, solve for A-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;A man is walking down a country road comes to a T junction one direction leads to happiness (his desired direction) the other direction leads to sadness he has no idea which direction to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to decide which road to take he notices a set of twin sisters standing at the road side he has met them before and knows that one sister will tell the truth no matter what you ask her and the other sister will tell a lie no matter what you ask her but he has no idea which one lies and which one tells the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has one question he can ask one sister to find his desired road what is that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;There was once a monastery in which every monk had taken a silence oath, meaning that no monk would ever communicate in any way be it verbal or written or sign language. They could mot even express any feelings in any way. Also there was no way someone could look in a mirror or shiny surface and they also were not allowed to look themselves in any way not even in the reflection of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now once a year a doctor was visiting to check up on them. He found out that they had a deadly disease that takes more than a week to transmit. So he gathered the monks and told them that some of them (could be any from 1 to all) have the disease that manifests itself by a black spot on the forehead. He said that whoever had the spot should commit suicide to prevent the disease to spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th day after he left 7 monks commited suicide on that day and all of them had the spot (the disease) and no-one else from the ones that were alive did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they know? Take for granted that no one told them or they saw them-selfes somewhere in anyway. You can assume that they were very clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-115029662784233363?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/115029662784233363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=115029662784233363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115029662784233363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/115029662784233363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114968979355012730</id><published>2006-06-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:17:52.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last thursday evening I met up with Julian for dinner @ PS after I off work.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner @ Sushi Restaurant in PS (i forgot the name of the restaurant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, he brought me to Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;And he bought me a ring. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. as much as I wish.. We are not getting married yet. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just another pair of Cool couple rings. (x&lt;br /&gt;And I love it! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want digicam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114968979355012730?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114968979355012730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114968979355012730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114968979355012730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114968979355012730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-thursday-evening-i-met-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114952230630023366</id><published>2006-06-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:16:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did you spend your 30 May 06 evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent mine with 3 sweety pies for dinner @ Serangoon Garden Chomp Chomp, celebrating Stacy's 22nd BD. =) Hey! That made up a total of FOUR sweety pies isnt it!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/meone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! No. 1 Sweet pie! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha! Ok la, I know I'm thick skinned lah. But I'm bored mahh.. Cannot lemmi have the freedom to brag in my own blogging arena meh?! Tsk tsk. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was mentioning about the dinner. Yeap, we had a table-full of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/chomp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried carrot cake, wanton noodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/chomp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangkong, Satay, Stingray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/sugarcanetwo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the sugarcane drinks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time bitching with the girls. And of course, the girls sure seized their shots-napping opportunity.. All brought their digicam except me.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;When you going to get me a digicam dear dear??!!&lt;/strong&gt;* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/mehuiling1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiping and Huiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/IMG_1448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi and Huili..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yum yum chomp chomp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored soon after the decent shots. x) So, we decided to ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, jie jie teach you how to count okay??" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/huilibleah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O N E - 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/huilingtwo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T W O - 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/mehuilingthree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H R E E - 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/huiyihuili1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F O U R - 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/mefifteen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... fifteen? -.-&lt;br /&gt;NO. That was supposed to be FIVE okayz?! Dunno who so extra stretched out both hands -.- and destroyed my pretty pose!!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/burrp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLURRP. BURRRRP. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/huilinghuiyifly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling, 'Ok, everybody follow me and Birthday Girl!! Let's do some stretching exercise after a heaving meal!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huili: =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiping: -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/group1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Chomp signboard. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/group2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final group photo taken by Huiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/jaze84/stacy%2022%20bd/stacy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late... Still, HAPPY 22 BIRTHDAY GIRL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114952230630023366?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114952230630023366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114952230630023366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114952230630023366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114952230630023366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-did-you-spend-your-30-may-06.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114856446587384705</id><published>2006-05-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:41:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick sick sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attacked by flu bug and cough virus. Viral infections. Dry *cough*.. *sniff sniff*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I slept 1/2 my day away due to the drowsiness caused by the medicines.  I woke up at around 3 plus when Julian rang me after he ended his classes. The sky was pouring heavily then.. To my dismay, Julian suggested to cancel our meeting appointment upon seeing the bad weather. )= Luckily, the sky gradually brightened up when Julian reached my house area.. Hence, I went down to meet him. (= He went to see the optician with me again (cause my eyes were too watery, they suggested I could go back today when I feel better for eyes-check).. then we went for an early dinner, afterwhich he rushed off for his duty/meeting at Pasir Panjang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I was home, blogging here in front of my comp. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I lost my voice. -.-" Most probably caused by the cough syrup. How am I going to work tomorrow without my sweet melodious vocal?? =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114856446587384705?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114856446587384705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114856446587384705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114856446587384705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114856446587384705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-sick-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114856063020949283</id><published>2006-05-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:50:00.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy 17th monthsary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Constipation??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Constipation%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" target="constipation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei hei.. I chose to upload this pix cos my hand posture happened to coincide with 7 = Seventeen months. Lol. Apparently, Julian chose to name this pix - &lt;strong&gt;Constipation&lt;/strong&gt;. /= On second look, yeah, it does portrays some sort of constipation yah? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied leave today! =) This afternoon, I went down to NYP to wait for Julian. He was supposed to end lessons by 12noon, but he had to look for teacher after class to get approval sticker on his calculator. In the end, I stood outside the Food Junction for about 20-30 mins waiting for him despite I reached his school on time.. Haha, but I'm okay. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After endless minutes of long-waiting (haha sounds exaggerating), finally met up with Julian and some of his classmates. We settled our lunch in Food Junction, all his friends had western food while Julian and I went for Japanese food.. I had something different - omelette hotplate with rice. The omelette comes with choices of oysters, prawns or (i forgot the 3rd choice), haha! Anyway I chose prawn. Sure enough, it's yummy as recommended by Julian's classmate, Hilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we bid goodbye to his classmates and made our way to YCK mrt station to head down to Juncti8n for movie. Initially Julian suggested to watch Over The Hedge cos he has received positive comments on the cartoon. I wasn't keen on watching it as I find it is not worth the movie tix price. But on second thought, this was the only movie left that I'd choose since X-Men III is only showing on 25 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Always Expect The Unexpected*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have doubt on this phrase until today. We reached J8 cinema ticket booth and realised X-Men III is showing TODAY!!! Wahahaha! What a pleasant surprise! =D And so, needless to say, we agreed on catching X-Men III, 1630 show. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Ajisen for dinner. Great pity that I did not enjoy my noodles then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I was having a bad runny nose today.. And abit of cough.. Although I felt great having to spend my day with Julian, I'm certain it'd be better if flu bug and cough virus did not attack me today. )= To make it worse, my contact lenses were killing me. I was tortured by severe headache during the movie.. Sigh.. Oh ya, the man sitting in front of me was a pest also. He practically blocked 1/2 (center half of the movie screen) of my view with his gigantic head by sitting 90 degree to the seat throughout 80% the show.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, my day was half-enjoyable and half-miserable. /= What a day for me huh? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, I was already very sick and very strenuous.. We reached my neighbourhood at around 8plus.. After buying my parents' dinner for them, Julian accompanied me to see doctor and optician.. Managed to get 1 day MC for tomorrow. Yeah! No work no work.. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Chipmucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/320/Chipmucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you honeey for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114856063020949283?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114856063020949283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114856063020949283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114856063020949283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;你曾说我们有一个梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;等到那天我们来实现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;我望着天在心中默默念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;下一秒你出现在眼前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;想念的心 装满的都是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;我的钢琴 弹奏的都是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;我的日记写满的都是你的名&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;才发现又另一个黎明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;谁改变了我的世界&lt;br /&gt;没有方向没有日夜&lt;br /&gt;我看着天 这一刻在想你&lt;br /&gt;是否会 对我一样思念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:120%;"&gt;才发现又是一个黎明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;这是我对你爱的累积&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114839583279984184?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114839583279984184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114839583279984184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114839583279984184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114839583279984184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on image to enlarge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114770383760700736?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114770383760700736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114770383760700736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114770383760700736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114770383760700736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/05/joke-of-day-click-on-image-to-enlarge.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114726827328916237</id><published>2006-05-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:10:55.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Julian has started school few weeks ago. Glad that he's doing fine with both his assignment and classmates. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Karbin's last day with us. Apparantly my department is going to organise &lt;strong&gt;yet another&lt;/strong&gt; farewell dinnner for KB and Wei Li (our 2mths-temp admin assistant whose last day with us is on the 15 May). Gonna burn a hole in our pockets. &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; )= Yucks! It really sucks to see people leaving EVERY month or two. And it certainly sucks more to &lt;s&gt;waste&lt;/s&gt; spend our hard-earn-cash organising farewell dinners, lunches, buffets for the resigned staffs. I, must make sure they book the Yum Cha Restaurant and order &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the yummylicious-dim-sums for me as &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; FAREWELL DINNER. Till then... *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an hour's time off today to buy some stationery for Julian. Shopped quite abit today. I'm gonna help him with all the sorting out of his lecture notes this weekend. ^^ Besides getting the neccessary items for him, I've also bought 2 apparels for myself. Hees. Some 1/2 length mini jackets to go along with my sleeveless tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, im kinda immerse to this online stories-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm"&gt;http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would rate: 3.5/5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/youarehere.htm"&gt;http://www.goodybooks.com/youarehere.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would rate: 4.5/5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got SO immersed that I bought the books from the author for the full stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114726827328916237?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114726827328916237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114726827328916237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114726827328916237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114726827328916237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/05/julian-has-started-school-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114667136968444268</id><published>2006-05-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:36:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ntu rejected me also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends is undergoing relationship breakup. It suddenly struck me how a bond that was once so stong could become so fragile over time. All the smiles and promises just broke into pieces overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your dear ones. There might be no "second chance" if you missed your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election is around the corner. This is the first time I'm going to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*excited*curious*elated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excited&lt;/strong&gt;- Well, like I've said it's my FIRST time voting. Just like first day attend pre-school. First time taking spelling test. First time performing on stage. First story-telling in front the whole secondary school. First camping. First love. First time going for job interview. First day at work. FIRST... Yeah, you got what I mean. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curious&lt;/strong&gt;- Two nights ago, I accompanied Julian to Hougang Ave 4 for the speech rally by Aljunied GRC. The speeches consist of a mixture of inspirations, humors and sarcasticisms. And for a moment I was curious of how all these elections started off back in the old days. *ponders* Anyway, I have been flipping through newspapers and watching news reports for more information. Hopefully I make the right choice on 06052006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elated&lt;/strong&gt;- It's officially announced PUBLIC HOLIDAY!!! And we have a complimentary day OFF for polling day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new admin assistant joined us yesterday. Look like one experienced worker. Hopefully she would not be scare off by the dept's heavy workload within 3 mths. *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114667136968444268?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114667136968444268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114667136968444268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114667136968444268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114667136968444268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/05/ntu-rejected-me-also.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114577535795057163</id><published>2006-04-23T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:18:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one the very rare Sundays that I'm home. (= Not that I've quit my part time already, neither am I got sacked. I just requested to off today because of the MCI exercise carried out in NUH yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically my department was involved since Medical Equipment were critical in this exercise, and all of us were recalled back to BME by 1330. It wasn't well-planned I should say. Instructions were vague. Directions were unknown. No proper briefing before the exercise started. Everything was just so out-of-place. -.- Seriously, after this MCI exercise, it just proves to me that how horrible is my dept running. *No eye to see*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed everyone is having difficult home affairs. One of my colleagues is having a fight with her mother and their relationship is getting from bad to worse. Another one's parents were practically quarrelling every one or two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I came to understand how blissful I am. Cos no matter how fierce my parents scold me, they will still talk to me. At least they didn't throw me out of the house. My mother will still prepare water bottle for me every morning when I prepare to go work, pack breakfast for me occassionally. Every public holiday or non-working Sunday my father will offer to buy me breakfast. Once in a while we will watch tv programmes together in the evening. Though we did not talk much to each other, we didn't shout at each other as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we feel our situation is bad, do look at the people around you, and you'll realized you are so much lucky and fortunate compared to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114577535795057163?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114577535795057163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114577535795057163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114577535795057163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114577535795057163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-one-very-rare-sundays-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114562992670565846</id><published>2006-04-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:32:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I been doing these few weeks? It seems that I've idle too long to get this blog of mine moving.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Basically I work everyday. Yah, that alone already took up so much of my day. And guess what? One more person resigned in my dept!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hooray~!?)&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, allow me to note down some happy event, shall we? On wednesday and thursday, PH and I went for the NPB840 ventilator training at Tyco Healthcare office (AMK Industrial Park2). It was superb! Hahaha.. Basically there's aircon, coffee, milo, tea, biscuits, buffet lunch, lecture notes, &lt;s&gt;sleep&lt;/s&gt; theory, hands-on, attain certificate.. and most importantly.. &lt;b&gt;NO WORK!&lt;/b&gt; Started at 9am and ended at 5.30pm! Muhahaaa! =D Enjoy life man I tell you.. Somemore so near my house. Somemore could go to Julian's house after the course.. Somemore... (suddenly I yearn to work in Tyco instead of current workplace. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm sick of my workplace. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone got any job offer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114562992670565846?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114562992670565846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114562992670565846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114562992670565846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114562992670565846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-have-i-been-doing-these-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114537400681823855</id><published>2006-04-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:49:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大城小爱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乌黑的发尾 盘成一个圈&lt;br /&gt;缠绕所有对你的眷恋&lt;br /&gt;搁着半透明门帘&lt;br /&gt;嘴里说的语言 完全没有欺骗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;屋顶灰色瓦片 安静的画面&lt;br /&gt;灯火是你美丽那张脸&lt;br /&gt;终于找到所有流浪的终点&lt;br /&gt;你的微笑就输了疲倦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千万不要说天长地久&lt;br /&gt;免的你觉的我不切实际&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想多么简单就多么简单&lt;br /&gt;是妈妈告诉我的哲理&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑袋都是你 心里都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里好甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;念的都是你 全部都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里只为你倾心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乌黑的发尾 盘成一个圈&lt;br /&gt;缠绕所有对你的眷恋&lt;br /&gt;终于找到所有流浪的终点&lt;br /&gt;你的微笑就输了疲倦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千万不要说天长地久&lt;br /&gt;免的你觉的我不切实际&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想多么简单就多么简单&lt;br /&gt;让我大声的对你说&lt;br /&gt;I’m Thinking Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑袋都是你 心里都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里好甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;念的都是你 全部都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里只为你倾心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那回城的票根你留做纪念&lt;br /&gt;不必害怕面对离别&lt;br /&gt;剪掉一丝头发让我放在胸前&lt;br /&gt;走到那里都有你陪&lt;br /&gt;相随&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑袋都是你 心里都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里好甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;念的都是你 全部都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里只为你倾心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑袋都是你 心里都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里好甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;OH~~念的都是你 全部都是你&lt;br /&gt;小小的爱在大城里只为你倾心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;啦啦啦啦啦~~~~~啦啦啦啦啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乌黑的发尾 盘成一个圈&lt;br /&gt;缠绕所有对你的眷恋&lt;br /&gt;那一种寸步不离的感觉&lt;br /&gt;我知道就叫 做 缘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114537400681823855?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114537400681823855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114537400681823855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114537400681823855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114537400681823855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-thinking-of-you-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114519465140538627</id><published>2006-04-16T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:37:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND 2 CUPS OF COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things -- your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls." The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114519465140538627?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114519465140538627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114519465140538627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114519465140538627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114519465140538627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/04/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114476097428503735</id><published>2006-04-11T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:09:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nus rejected me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114476097428503735?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114476097428503735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114476097428503735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114476097428503735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114476097428503735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/04/nus-rejected-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114468077245306106</id><published>2006-04-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:52:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My 70th post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have been REALLY hectic lately. You could almost say I spent 3/4 a day in BME. -.- The users were getting out of hands. Behaving more and more demanding to BME. Every single minor major fault also tagged on the &lt;u&gt;magic word&lt;/u&gt;, "URGENT". Yah sure, why not bring a urinal with you then?? Urgent go toilet lah! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drained. Physically and emotionally drained. Especially dealing with those incorrigible users. Some users are nice, polite and helpful! But, that only stands about ... 20-30% of those I dealt with? o.O" Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not lah, I'm tired. Of all these never-ending dump everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will my application outcome be notified?? )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN ARE IDIOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's work was overloaded that I had to go home late. Had dinner with Paul at NUH before heading home.. Guess what I saw when I reached the bus no. 95 bus stop heading to bouna vista mrt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 MEN sat their big fat asses on 5 bench EACH. WOW! And there's only 5 benches at the bus stop!!! The bench was wide enough to allow &lt;strong&gt;4 Jazes&lt;/strong&gt; sitting on it. And!? 5 dumb senseless MEN actually rest their stupid asses on the centre of each bench, waiting for the bus. Soon a few more ladies came and stood around the bus stop. Were those MEN blind or what?! To think I could rest my feet when I reached the bus stop after a long day of walking. STUPID MEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114468077245306106?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114468077245306106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114468077245306106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114468077245306106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114468077245306106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-70th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114347252567121505</id><published>2006-03-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:15:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp was infected by a virus, &lt;a href="mailto:W32.rontokbro@mm"&gt;W32.rontokbro@mm&lt;/a&gt;. Complete disaster. I don't think it's wise to disclose where I got this virus from.. Anyway it was just my luck. This virus not only infected my files, it also caused my comp to auto-reboot whenever I shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought after installing anti-virus software it would resolve the problem. Little did I realised upon scanning, it found more than 1 virus in my comp. And, my comp got from bad to worse. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did remove the w32 worm, but somehow it might have also activated other virus in one way or another, which caused my comp to HANG whenever I on. And it hang for ages. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REFORMAT MY COMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, all my documents as well as all previously installed softwares were *gone* with the wind. Now I have to start everything afresh. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't manage to save the ICU-warded-comp myself. All thanks to Gary again for saving my comp. The previous time he helped me with my comp was hardware issue, and then was software.. At least I don't need to send my CPU for repair service which might cost me a minimum of $50 charges? Hurhur.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for BBQ at Pasir Ris last saturday! Will post up photos once I got them from Uncle Paul! Till then.. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114347252567121505?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114347252567121505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114347252567121505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114347252567121505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114347252567121505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114140807508185392</id><published>2006-03-04T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:47:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past 1am already. And I'm still online. Julian's online too.. but i guess he's busy with his religion stuff and don't have time to entertain me.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come to entertain myself by updating my blog loh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.. Life is really boring at home. All I have is either TV, computer, telephone or cellphone to spend time with me. Guess I should count myself lucky that Julian is willing to spend time chit-chat with me everyday. (= Otherwise I think I will end up talking to the walls in my house sooner or later. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late and I'm still online.. Very bored lehz.. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114140807508185392?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114140807508185392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114140807508185392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114140807508185392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114140807508185392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/03/past-1am-already.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114122827011453729</id><published>2006-03-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:58:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days been trapped at home. I'm bored stiff.. And like what Julian said, I can be a walking TV listing already. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me about channel U and I can tell you what are the programmes for every weekdays evening. Hah. On second thought, it's aint really a bad thing to become a living TV Listing huh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last week I started tuning in to the 9pm HongKong series from channel8 and 10pm HongKong series from channelU. Heihei.. Yeah I know its kinda lame to start tuning in when the series is coming to an end (tomorrow is airing 2nd last episode for channel8), but usually it's the ending that's more captivating right? kekes.. And most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im bored!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked! Lol. I cooked minced meat noodles for dinner! Hehes. It didn't taste good lah.. Due to my chicken pox, there's &lt;strong&gt;a lot &lt;/strong&gt;of food I cannot eat for 40days. Geex. 40days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Am I really &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; fat that I have to endure this ordeal so as to slim down??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Everyday only can eat pork fish porridge bread prok floss yada yada... How not to slim down leh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I know I'm sprouting nonsense. But.... but.. but &lt;strong&gt;im bored mah&lt;/strong&gt;! *sparkling teary eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114122827011453729?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114122827011453729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114122827011453729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114122827011453729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114122827011453729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-few-days-been-trapped-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114094904416055096</id><published>2006-02-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:39:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think you'd see me posting more often nowsadays. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im addicted to this song - 理想情人 by 杨丞琳.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but it seems very sweet and reminds me of Julian. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of songs and Julian.. We actually started off with songs also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way before we got together, we used to share nice songs with each other through msn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd often send me S.H.E's songs.. And I'd send him various artistes' songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped sending me S.H.E's songs when I bought him S.H.E albums. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*pause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I just heard from the D.J. from Love972 saying some weird philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“用左手吃饭可以减肥。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translate: One can slim down if he were to have his meals using left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;strong&gt;That&lt;/strong&gt; sounds stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway,&lt;br /&gt;back to .. oh ya, songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently got a few nice songs. The one playing in my blog is one of them. I'm building up my playlist. So send me all the latest songs that you think are nice if you see me online kay? Don't be hesitate to msn me hor. I won't bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114094904416055096?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114094904416055096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114094904416055096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114094904416055096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114094904416055096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/02/think-youd-see-me-posting-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114088542978016743</id><published>2006-02-26T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:37:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent whole evening designing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though still not very nicely done compared to many blog designs in Blogskins website, it's one of my best designs so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, my new blog layout! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114088542978016743?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114088542978016743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114088542978016743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114088542978016743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114088542978016743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114075519533321888</id><published>2006-02-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:30:32.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN DAYS Medical Leave LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me am i SICK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having chicken pox. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks (or no thanks?) to Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2weeks ago, he was examined with shingles (something like 2nd outbreak of chicken pox).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada~ 2weeks later i discovered red poxes on my body. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the doctor, the incubation period for chicken pox is 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly since Paul was on MC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's pretty obvious who spread it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i don't understand, why my dept didn't want to quarantine me when they knew that i haven't got chicken pox before. What's the point of conducting the survey when they have no intention to take neccessary actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe i've spread the germs to other people in hospital before i was on MC. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. i really pity the remaining guys left running the dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we're already one man down cos KD resigned in less than 3 months. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's a mishap that Paul got attacked by shingles, and subsequently on MC for 2 weeks and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, SC went on 5days leave for his honeymoon in Hongkong. No one knows whether there's any germs incubating within him?! I really think it's best to quarantine SC for a week after his honeymoon to be safe than sorry. But hey, im not 'The Management' right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forthly, that's me. Down with chicken pox! 2 whole weeks MC. And now its only my 3rd day of MC... Gees.. still a loooonnng looonnnng way to go man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's set my work aside. Not really important to me at the moment though. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dread most during this 14days MC is i cant get to see my darling~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my darling badly leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he told me he could come and see me, but my face is having poxes.. So ugly. -.- Don't really dare to let him see also. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th march ar.. Faster arrive arh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114075519533321888?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114075519533321888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114075519533321888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114075519533321888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114075519533321888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/02/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-114001934368175632</id><published>2006-02-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:02:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Valentine's Day to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My valentine's day was simple and sweeet! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian came to NUH to lunch with me! How sweet is that?! Haha~ I did not apply leave to celebrate V Day with him.. Sorry wor dear.. U know my dept sux. That's why I was trapped with the stupid dept on V Day. -.- Why don't Singapore make V Day an official holiday?! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some days before V Day, I kept bugging him on buying me roses.. bears.. ring.. SK.. blah blah brands of jewelery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmm.. he knows &lt;em&gt;im just kidding lah.&lt;/em&gt;. hehe. Frankly speaking, there's really no need to spulge on V Day. To me, as long as im happy and feel loved with him, everyday is our V Day!! Agree?? *nodnodnodnodnod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the gift-exchange part, where majority of the couples will do on 14 Feb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Julian and I thought of getting us a pair of couple watches as presents. I thought that was a great idea! Reason being Julian's watches (he got 2 previously) were both spoilt recently. Ending up he has to borrow watch from his sister. /= Secondly, my watch is getting kinda retard lately also. It tends to tick slower by 5min everyday and I had to &lt;strong&gt;manually&lt;/strong&gt; readjust the timing every morning before I head off to work. But, been all busy and lazy.. I didn't really go for the watch hunt with him.. Until today, both of us still wearing a borrowed watch/retard watch. o.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! On the other hand, we have customised a set of local stamps using our photo at Singpost instead! At least we've got ourselves something for V Day. And the stamps are now sitting happily in my living room. =D Too bad I do not have a scanner.. Would love to share the customised stamps online leh.. Hmmz.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, since yesterday could not spend more time with Julian, I made it up today by going out with him! Hees. I was on half day today.. Spent our afternoon going to Ikea.. Suntec... Window shopping.. Apply for his exam date.. Search for some appropriate cutlery for wenmei and keeleong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wm kl and their cutlery, Julian, Fuiteen and I were invited to her house at Jalan Bukit Merah last saturday. We had a feast at her house. Thanks wm for being a nice cook! I've enjoyed the dishes you prepared. =D Before the meal, I realised a number of their in-house cutlery are &lt;strong&gt;rusty&lt;/strong&gt;. Man~! RUSTY! How could this happen?! In the end, fuiteen had to use a pathetically small set of cartoon-like plastic fork and spoon for meal. *faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, back to today's date with Julian, on the cutlery searching thingy.. Real pity. Did not manage to find anything good for them. *hais.. So, we continued our window shopping.. stomach feeding.. photo-taking.. We had our dinner at Carlz Junior. Boy, the burger was huge lor~ Totally hits on the punchline of the restaurant - "She'd tell you size doesnt matter, she's lying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something like that lah..&lt;/em&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I've enjoyed myself today. Hope Julian thinks the same way too. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Valentine's Day to you dear. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-114001934368175632?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/114001934368175632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=114001934368175632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114001934368175632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/114001934368175632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-belated-valentines-day-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113915746790920202</id><published>2006-02-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:56:08.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大年初九了。时间过得好快。。一转眼已是新年的第九天了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年的新年跟往年有些不同。因为今年除了在初一去奶奶家拜年，还有分别向昱 木连 的父母， 大姨， 和小姨拜年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;初一：奶奶家。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;由于我的爸爸是唯一成家的长子，所以初一只有我们前往奶奶家拜年。与其他户人家相比之下，是冷清了许多。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;初二：昱 木连 家。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当天我是唯一上门拜年的客人， 昱 木连 的家和平时也没两样。不过，当天我们却...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I don't know why, I suddely have the urge to compose this CNY post in mandarin. However, I just could NOT form proper sentences using chinese charaters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pek Chek. -.- Where on earth did my A1 standard goes?! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying I went to Julian's house on 2nd Day of CNY.. There wasn't any other guests except me. The only &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; difference compared to the regular visits was that we played mahjong in the evening! Hahahaha! And after playing a round of North South East West (from 7pm to ... 1230am), I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt; $2.10/= !!!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaha! Some &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;winnings. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;初三：昱 木连 的小姨家。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many of Julian's relatives. Julian's aunts, uncles, cousins... And, ofcourse, received a considerable sum of Ang Bao money. Bwahahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;初四：开工。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The moment I stepped into office, I saw 2 mandarin oranges and a red packet on my bench. Woah! RED PACKET! For once, I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my hands came in contact with the red packet, and felt 2 big circular items inside the packet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some silence moment, I've decide to &lt;s&gt;chuck&lt;/s&gt; display the Red Packet and the mandarin oranges on my bench shelf, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;without opening the red packet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's inside the red packet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOPE I wouldn't tell you those were Chocolate Gold Coins!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, some special day is around the corner yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*In Love With JulianJaze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The answer shall be revealed on Valentine's Day. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113915746790920202?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113915746790920202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113915746790920202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113915746790920202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113915746790920202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113853600765172710</id><published>2006-01-29T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:00:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happie Chinese New Year !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;fy&lt;/span&gt; w&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;f &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoys the Holidays and many happy returns to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalla~ new year! lalalalalalalalalalalallalalalalala~ Woofy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113853600765172710?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113853600765172710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113853600765172710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113853600765172710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113853600765172710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/01/happie-chinese-new-year-woofy-woof.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113751463284301456</id><published>2006-01-17T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:24:26.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I worked late. I don't know why I would stay behind. I wasn't productive at all. I just merely cleared some paper work, did housekeeping for my work bench. I didn't even lay a finger on the breakdown equipment. -.- Lame. Felt so lame staying back. On the other hand, I was reluntant to go home as well. Ya, I'm contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was upset over a mishandled repair inccident. Actually I was supposed to be the one to follow through the work order.. Fortunately/unfortunately SC got involved in this issue as well. Feel bad to get him involved. Aiya, this whole inccident just messed up my mood for the whole day lar.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got ulcer. It has been with me for a few days. Needless to say, it has definately worsen my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to travel home via bus and MRT just now instead of cab. Firstly, I don't have much spare cash left with me. Secondly, I've splurged too much last month and I have to restrict myself from drawing out unnecessary cash. Thirdly, I didn't want to reach home so early. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me around an hour plus to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, mommy gave me a stroke on my head and asked whether I've eaten instead of nagging non-stop when she saw me home. /= Frankly, I immediately regretted going home late on purpose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113751463284301456?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113751463284301456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113751463284301456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113751463284301456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113751463284301456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-worked-late.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113699447495945279</id><published>2006-01-11T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:07:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Audit is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means we have to clear our workload, or &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; access to the outstanding faults before &lt;u&gt;The Day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly want us to do OT again loh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S I A N Z .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's the best way they can think of now. Make full use of the &lt;s&gt;slaves&lt;/s&gt; manpower to do all the 2359 work for them. Geex. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh, trash those garbbage for now. Let me share something &lt;strong&gt;joyful&lt;/strong&gt; with you! =D I bought a couple of apparels for CNY already! I've bought a PinkPanther shirt and a peach colour tube from Mickey Industries. The shirt is cool! I'm going to wear it when I return to work during CNY. Kekes. And the tube is very feminine. Err.. all tubes are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;feminine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?? Hmm... beats me. Anyway, I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the tube. Shall post pictures in future if I happen to snap myself in the tube! I've also bought a pair of heels from Charles and Keith. White straps heels with a dangling diamond-like accessory at the side. Very elegant looking. (",) You might think it doesn't suits my character, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like leh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ("p) You are not going to decide what I buy. *evil smile. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a nut case since sometime last year. Or earlier? Yah, I wouldn't want to know also. Wonder it is due to the prolong associates with those weird people in my daily life... Or age. Bleahs. Either way, guess it's not much of your business. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy the rainy seasons !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113699447495945279?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113699447495945279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113699447495945279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113699447495945279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113699447495945279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/01/audit-is-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113656049109190121</id><published>2006-01-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:14:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 December 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JulianJaze 12 months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 December 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Review and Blood Test at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 December 05 - 0700&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julian's medical review at TTSH ENT Clinic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 November 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy's BD!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27 November 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ming Hui's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simon's wedding dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 November 05 - 1930&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaze's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 October 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Review and Blood Test at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 September 05 - 1500&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Review at TTSH NNI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19th July 05 - 1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Review at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25th June 05 - 0700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30th May 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26th May 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jolene's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th May 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuiteen's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;08th April 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Review at Hougang Polyclinic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;02nd April 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITS APRIL FOOLS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;01st April 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Review at National Skin Centre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30th March 05 - 13:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Valentines' Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th Feb 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Rooster Year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th Feb 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunar Chinese New Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;09th Feb 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margaret's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;01st Feb 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sherlin's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19th Jan 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE's Concert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;08th Jan 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow-up at Hougang Polyclinics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;08th Jan 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear's 21st BD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;05th Jan 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;01st Jan 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2005!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a brand new and exciting 2006. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113656049109190121?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113656049109190121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113656049109190121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113656049109190121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113656049109190121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2006/01/merry-christmas-25-december-05.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-113601119318441237</id><published>2005-12-31T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:44:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Dec 04&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when the world is preparing for the Christmas countdown celebration, Julian and Jaze's romance began to bloom.. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;05 Jan 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/dear%2021st%20bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/dear%2021st%20bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first photoshot taken on Julian's 21st BD. We saw Fuiteen at Taka coincidentally ... Or did we arranged to meet before hand already? Hmm.. I forgot. &lt;em&gt;Anyway,&lt;/em&gt; three of us ended up having dinner at Plaza Singapura Cafe Cartel. So, did I tell you who's our photographer for the night already? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 Feb 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Next%20st??ti????~~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Next%20st%3F%3Fti%3F%3F%3F%3F%7E%7E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine Day fell on a Monday. Since Julian had to go for his army and I gotta work on Valentine Day itself, we decided to celebrate our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; valentine day on the Eve instead. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/SS??"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/SS%3F%3F%20%20chFezT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me a SK necklace for valentine gift. Thanks Dear. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/De??r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/De%3F%3Fr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/SS??"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Dear%20@%20Th??iExpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Dear%20%40%20Th%3F%3FiExpress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at PS Thai Express. He kept snapping me using his Nokia 7610 but I didn't get to snap his. /= So pardon me for posing up so many of my photos lo... Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Various chilling out and Datings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/DSCN0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/DSCN0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Cineleisure Cafe Cartel with Julian's basketball friends. Gathered to celebrate Julian and Liying's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/DSCN1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/DSCN1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/b9a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/b9a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret's 21st BD at Pasir Ris Chalet. Correct? Was is Pasir Ris? Hahaha.. I don't remember which Chalet cos I've attended too many 21st BD chalets except MINE! &gt;.&lt;" &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Cheezy.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Cheezy.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we got kinda bored at times that we kept photoshoot ourselves even when we looked sleepy. Hmm... Was is &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Julian&lt;/em&gt;? Opps. OkaY, my eyes looked sleepy his expressions looked sleepy. Sastified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/My%20dear%20in%20tube(2).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/My%20dear%20in%20tube%282%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be in one of the MRT rides to town. (= My first pair of big-round-ring-earrings. Haha! Oh, I've got myself a pair of Spirit Spectacles as well. Hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(251).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28251%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot taken on &lt;s&gt;Dhoby Ghaut&lt;/s&gt; Hougang MRT station escalator, on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/LuVb??Rds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/LuVb%3F%3FRds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to figure out the background? No? Think! Er... Give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha... It's outside Ronald Mcdonald Restaurant! Yeh, we almost snapped ourselves everywhere as long as we rest our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More mac pixs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Lovin"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Lovin%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying out photoshoot at different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/O??e"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/O%3F%3Fe%20m%3F%3Fnst%3F%3Fr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa! What's the name for the single-eyed alien again? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/I"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/I%27m%20lovin%27%20it.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decent pose for the camera man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/%27Al-cha%27.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr... What a lousy model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Fish%20??"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Fish%20%3F%3F%20Co.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only double-storey Fish'n'Co in Singapore (isit?). And it's the coldest too. I was practically freezing throughout the dinner with Julian sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Changing%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Changing%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian was trying out some new apparels in one of the Giordano Outlets's changing room. Ar, I wasn't trying on any. I just waited outside his changing room and gave him some comments only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting too bored during work hence posing for my new Nokia flip phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Short%20fringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Short%20fringe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also will meet up on weekday evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Julian usually will eat his dinner at home, he will still make an effort to accompany me for my dinner around Hougang area after that. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Cheesee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Cheesee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Sweety%20smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Sweety%20smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Hougang Mall Foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Siao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Siao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Ang Mo Kio S11. I couldn't help but I laughed continuosly for the subsequent days whenever I see this pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(101).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28101%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 24hours coffeshop near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Heee~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Heee%7E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Compass Point Kopitiam foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Heeee~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Heeee%7E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geex. Close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Ouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian seeing me home via SBS 161 after my dinner at Compass Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/A??"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/A%3F%3F%20Me%3F%3F%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhY huh? Sometimes he likes to act so much that his expression always led to some unhealthy thinking to the rest. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/^Toot^.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/%5EToot%5E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/~shocked~^.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/%7Eshocked%7E%5E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise? Shock? Yeh, more like catching his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Zzz~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Zzz%7E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar... Tired after posing for me? Hahaha.. no la, just another pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Blurr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Blurr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you la. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(248).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28248%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Julian's house. Before setting off to town. Hahaha! Yes, town again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Prata%20shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Prata%20shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At serangoon, one of the prata shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Dimage%20X50%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Dimage%20X50%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuiteen and roger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/Dimage%20X50%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/Dimage%20X50%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen mei and roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, we will meet up with our secondary school pals for supper gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(244).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28244%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We snapped this pix in the prata shop while queueing for the toilets. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 Oct 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/M%20??"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/M%20%3F%3F%20%3F%3F%20e%20%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm 21 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/W??i"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/W%3F%3Fi%20r%20d%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a simple meal with ting and Julian at Chomp Chomp. Ting bought me a slice of cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/~Force%20Smile~.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/%7EForce%20Smile%7E.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Dec 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(276).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28276%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a year since we got together. This year, we spent our x'mas eve with Peicai friends around Suntec/Esplanade/Singapore Riverside. Who says anniversary must only spend with each other? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(282).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post of 2005 I decided to feature only Julian and Jaze cos it's the first year I spent with my First Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary dear.&lt;br /&gt;I Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113601119318441237?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113601119318441237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113601119318441237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113601119318441237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113601119318441237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2005/12/24-dec-04-just-when-world-is-preparing.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113569804987022554</id><published>2005-12-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:40:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised we are getting a bit retarded. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually texted each other via the msg board in my blog when we're next to one and other. WHY are we like that huh? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he whined that i never link him to my blog. So, dear, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to the first link in the top right most corner of my blog* (= happy? Yeh, sure im happy too. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dyed my hair on christmas eve! received quite a few comments after getting my hair coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saloon girl: Your skin looks fairer after dying your hair.. (er.. orh isit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: gam gam eh.. (get prepared for CNY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: hmm.. (hmmm?!)&lt;br /&gt;Julian's bro: huiping's hair very red hor?&lt;br /&gt;Julian's mum: ok la.. its red but not &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; red la.. wash more will become more red.&lt;br /&gt;Julian's sis: eh its orange lor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BME collaegues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MeiWah: Wah eh, new colour. I want to change my colour liao..&lt;br /&gt;PekHoon: Hmm not bad not bad.. *nods head.&lt;br /&gt;Gary: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Geok Bee: Dyed new colour? Looks nice on you.&lt;br /&gt;Aza: EH?!&lt;br /&gt;Simon: WAAH~~&lt;br /&gt;Jane: WAH WAH WAAAH~~ How much ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaze: -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. This is my first time going to a saloon to get my hair coloured. Maybe choose the wrong colour thinking since my hair so black probably a lighter colour is better. My, I've overestimated it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(289).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Julian and I shared buying a pair of anniversary rings at Bits and Pieces. See mine?? Hehehes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(280).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28280%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making funny faces.. Does my hair looks orange or red to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/1600/H??h(278).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6136/256/200/H%3F%3Fh%28278%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty pix of us. Does Julian looks kinda nerd with his neat collar? Hahahahaha, I LIKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113569804987022554?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113569804987022554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113569804987022554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113569804987022554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113569804987022554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-realised-we-are-getting-bit-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129239.post-113508067660814754</id><published>2005-12-20T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:12:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;轻轻放&lt;br /&gt;我就是卸不下对你的喜欢&lt;br /&gt;原来爱会慢慢增加重量&lt;br /&gt;想关上这城市所有的灯光&lt;br /&gt;黑暗中专心闻你的发香&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这夜晚让两个人有话冰感&lt;br /&gt;回想~ 与你约会过的地方&lt;br /&gt;都舍不得删&lt;br /&gt;在脑海里储存欣赏&lt;br /&gt;你微笑浏览 手机里的浪漫&lt;br /&gt;原来真心终究还是这么简单&lt;br /&gt;温馨影幕上 你可爱的模样&lt;br /&gt;关于缘分的解释我又多传了一行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你微笑浏览 手机里的浪漫&lt;br /&gt;原来爱情可以来得这么突然&lt;br /&gt;当新的较量就好比情拉长&lt;br /&gt;我们的感情蔓延珍藏拥吻着飞扬&lt;br /&gt;在雪里土壤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电池长&lt;br /&gt;嘈杂的情歌还在拼命播放&lt;br /&gt;我安静在那却都没点印象&lt;br /&gt;有一些话到老了却不敢传&lt;br /&gt;她说她信息等你在回难&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简单说 人潮冲动我的孤单 想象&lt;br /&gt;信息一定都陪在你身旁&lt;br /&gt;却不会吟唱&lt;br /&gt;你也在等你手机响&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你微笑浏览手机里的浪漫&lt;br /&gt;原来真心终究还是这么简单&lt;br /&gt;温馨影幕上 你可爱的模样&lt;br /&gt;关于缘分的解释我又多传了一行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你微笑浏览 手机里的浪漫&lt;br /&gt;原来爱情可以来得这么突然&lt;br /&gt;当新的较量就好比情拉长&lt;br /&gt;我们的感情蔓延珍藏拥吻着飞扬&lt;br /&gt;在雪里土壤 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113508067660814754?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113508067660814754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113508067660814754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113508067660814754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113508067660814754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113439760154392684</id><published>2005-12-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:58:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite some time since i last post an entry.. Let's see what's my recent events ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;27 Nov 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My mum's birthday.. Never in my life did i buy her any decent present for her birthday. At most was a dinner treat.. This year, i've decided to buy her a presentable gift since im financially independent. (= Julian accompanied me to pick the present for my mum. After much pick and choose, finally decided to buy her a Precious Gems necklace from CitiGems. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 Nov 05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Took a day off to accompany Julian for his medical review at TTSH. He went through the hearing test and the results did show improvement. However it was still not within the normal hearing range.. So he still needs to depend on medication to control his audible condition.. Dear, hope your ear will recover soon yar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09 Dec 05 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Had another round of sub-station shutdown operation standby again. We were instructed to do overtime for the standby operation.. Luckily everything was a success. We were released from work at around 12 plus am.. Earlier than what i expected. What's more we were given a complimentary day off for the operation. Hahahaha.. sounds like im pretty cool with this operation, huh? &lt;strong&gt;You're wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;im just plainly immuned to the all these redundant acts already. What to do? im not the one giving the call, so just follow the crowd lor.. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, coming Friday will be having another sub-station shutdown standby. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 Dec 05 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Brought my mum to her medical review at Hougang Polyclinic early in the morning despite returning home late the night before... Glad to know that her condition is under controlled and everything is progressing well. Went for a K-box session with Julian after sending my mum home from her medical appointment.. It has been a long time since i last had K-box session.. Thanks dear, for being such a great companion. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 Dec 05 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Dear invited me to his religon, SSA Youth General Meeting which was held in the evening. Went to attend the annual event with Julian's mum.. The main agenda was to see the performances by the members. It was an enjoyable night of performances i must say. (= However, Julian's kneecap was feeling rather uneasy after long hours of standing and walking from his duty. He reckon it was due to his old injury.. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 Dec 05 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nothing much happen today though. Probably just another day. Julian suspects his kneecap pain was caused by muscle tear. &gt;.&lt;" That sounds serious isnt it? But this stubbon boy doesnt want to heed my advise to seek aid from doctor. This magician thinks that his tendon tear would be cured overnight. /= My, what can i do to get my boy care more for his body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy now is attending his friend's BD BBQ at .. Pasir Ris? Shrugs. Not very sure where.. Hopefully he is enjoying himself now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113439760154392684?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113439760154392684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113439760154392684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113439760154392684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113439760154392684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2005/12/been-quite-some-time-since-i-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113361968859523495</id><published>2005-12-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:21:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiya.. my website counter is having some IDerror thingy happening.. why ar? sigh.. visited a few blogs and realised im not the only ID having error.. Everyone's experiencing a bad ID!! Lol. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. hope i didn't frighten anyone off while reading my previous post yar? my anger just shot up to the max on the very day after the dept meeting.. sighh.. she just possess the capability to piss every single soul off in her way. now i finally can understand why the turnover rate here is so freaking high.. imagine 8, EIGHT people moved on from our dept in less than 12 months! and our dept's full force is only 14!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the rate is not high and i'll kick you all the way from Singapore to North Pole to celebrate Christmas. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129239-113361968859523495?l=staraline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/feeds/113361968859523495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9129239&amp;postID=113361968859523495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113361968859523495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129239/posts/default/113361968859523495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staraline.blogspot.com/2005/12/aiya.html' title=''/><author><name>stary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03649828391134329320</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-9129239.post-113344424420635079</id><published>2005-12-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:49:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Following content is filled with frustrations and angish languages. Read them at your own risk. Press Alt+F4 if you don't wish to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING PISSED OFF TODAY!! I TOTALLY CANNOT ACCEPT THE WAY SHE WORK AND PASS REPORT TO BOSS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INFONT OF THE WHOLE DEPARTMENT&lt;/span&gt;!!! TO HELL WITH ALL HER BULLSHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR THE WHOLE OF NOVEMBER YOU TAKE LEAVE ON EVERY THURSDAY! ON TOP OF THAT, YOU TOOK LAST MINUTE TIME OFF AS AND WHEN YOU LIKE WITHOUT PRIOR NOTICE. AND TO TOP IT OFF, YOU LET &lt;em&gt;SC &lt;/em&gt;TO GO ATTEND COURSE AT TP ON EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY. FROM BOUNA VISTA TO TAMPINESS ATTEND A ONE-HOUR COURSE AND THEN TRAVEL BACK TO BOUNA AGAIN, YOU THINK VERY FAST AR?! BY THE WAY, DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT &lt;em&gt;SC &lt;/em&gt;TOOK COUNTLESS NUMBERS OF DAYS LEAVE FOR HIS MARRIAGE?!?!?!?!?! DID YOU TAKE ALL THESE FACTORS INTO CONSIDERATION WHEN REPORTING TO BOSS ON THE POOR PERFORMANCE IN NOV?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS NOT FAIR!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN MORE THAN 90% OF MY SCHEDULE SHE ASSIGNED TO ME ARE EITHER COMPLETED OR WITH STATUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU WANT TO PRAISE THE OTHER TEAM FOR PUTTING IN EFFORT FOR THEIR ASSIGMENT, SO BE IT. FRANKLY SPEAKING, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CAN'T BE BOTHERED&lt;/span&gt;. BUT IS THERE A NEED FOR YOU TO TRASH YOUR OWN TEAM JUST TO COVER YOUR OWN BACKSIDE?! ARE YOU JUST TRYING TO IMPLY I NEVER DO MY JOB WHEN YOU AND &lt;em&gt;SC &lt;/em&gt;NOT AROUND?! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUH!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT IS JUST SO FUCKING UNFAIR LA! DAMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my language. I'm just trying to vent my frustrations here before i explode my top off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, yes i DO read your entries.. Hmm... my feedback to you is &lt;strong&gt;so far so good~&lt;/strong&gt; Hees.. Honey, i know that your work is beginning to build up stress on you, and the expectation on you is gradually increasing.. Hope you will put your best foot forward and achieve the desire results you want.. I will try my best to help you also yar? 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