<?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-145186396561378547</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:54:24.661+08:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='One Sentence'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Star Stuff... The most Powerful kind...</title><subtitle type='html'>Go watch BBC's Space. Then you'll know that my blog's name is true.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-5825817248885680575</id><published>2008-09-06T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:36:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*deaded*</title><content type='html'>I know I promised the quotes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have officially died mentally... so please excuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is getting crazy, half... ok, 90% of the time I have no got no idea what my lecturers are trying to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich habe keine Ahnung!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I have no idea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And quizzes are due soon so... now that I'm mentally dead, I'm gonna be grade-dead in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will be neglecting the blog for a period I guess... (and I'm neglecting my Cabal too T^T) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5825817248885680575?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5825817248885680575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5825817248885680575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5825817248885680575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5825817248885680575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/deaded.html' title='*deaded*'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5658204386800990149</id><published>2008-08-28T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:49:46.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>A wave of nostalgia just washed over me... ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to remember the blog address of my old Sec school friend and so I went to see if it's still being updated (she was a very avid blogger in the old days ^^). And I didn't bother reading everything, cos I know it will only cause bitterness. So I read enough to 'kepo' some stuff out, and I realised she got into NUS...not sure what course but still into a Uni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixed feelings really... Bitterness, that she backstabbed me so badly in Sec school... Longing, to catch up with her... Hesitance, due to fear of being backstabbed again... Self-pride, why bother with this kind of people... Blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I blog-hopped to one after another Sec school friend's blog... and it was impossible to check where they went to. If I wanted to, I would have to read every single blog entry...which is nonsense, and I ain't gonna do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why not just leave a tag and catch up with each other? After all, it has been 3 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I told myself, when I graduated from Sec school, that I would put the bitter past behind me and find new things to live for. And suddenly, I was reminiscing about my Poly friends... They made up for every hurt, every pain that I went through in Sec school and I really miss you guys! T^T Thank God for letting me meet such wonderful people... I hope I can maintain my friendship with you guys even though we're going to different places... but knowing myself, I will be lost from all of you soon... I won't forget you, but neither would I bother to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So mixed feelings on this matter too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I thought about my Cabal friends and how much has happened in the past 3 years in Poly... Have I matured? I hope so, but I think not. What would my Sec school (back-stabbing) friends say about the current me? Why do I even bother about what they think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, that's the part that keeps telling me that I am still superficial and childish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-End of emo post-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, I shall write about Prof Law soon. His lecture this week had a few entertaining tips as well! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5658204386800990149?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5658204386800990149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5658204386800990149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5658204386800990149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5658204386800990149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7159426367605789678</id><published>2008-08-25T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:02:49.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT</title><content type='html'>Really... Some of the things you see on the MRT trains can leave you in stitches from OD of laughter...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like there was this time, I was dozing off in the train whilst going to school at 7 a.m, and there was this sec school boy sitting diagonally across of me. I wasn't laughing at him but what happened to him after that. At Tampines, this old portly lady with a bird nest for hair (gold colour at the tips, white at the top ^^;) and cellulite showing all over from her straggly clothes came in and stationed in front of that schoolboy. She was holding onto the rail and then as the train started, she also started... to swivel her hips. Ha ha ha, it wasn't those violent jiggling but kinda like those loosen-my-stiff-joints-I'm-doing-taichi swiveling. And she was doing it all sensually in front of the schoolboy. You should have seen his facial expression, it was CLASSIC! He had this traumatized look on his face, and I kinda felt that he was going through a melt-down. Lol, I kept giggling whenever I looked up at them, so much so that I actually wished someone would come in and block my view! ^^ So it all ended when the boy's stop came and he hurried away, leaving the lady to occupy his seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this morning, this China man (immigrant worker I guess) settled in a seat across me and promptly fell asleep. The funny thing, however, was that his head kept lolling to the sides, more often to the right side... So he would sleep, then his head will droop onto his neighbour's shoulder and then he will wake up and apologise profusely. And the whole thing would repeat again and again! I was laughing quietly at the looks his neighbours gave him (another male China immigrant worker and a middle-aged lady) and the way he never seem to learn but instead keep excusing himself. ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall watch out for more of these hilarious events to keep myself awake! Of course, not forgetting looking out for that tall guy, whom I haven't seen since then... Haiz... I shall not give up! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last Friday I had my first lab practical for Intro Biology. It turned into a picture-snapping session with my camera b'cos they gave us images of different kinds of cells and wanted us to draw and identify them, which would be more productively done at home with the help of the internet. ^^ SO I snapped, snapped, snapped and rushed home to look at the pics and complete my lab report. Heh heh, all thanks to my sweet little camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7159426367605789678?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7159426367605789678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7159426367605789678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7159426367605789678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7159426367605789678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/mrt.html' title='MRT'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5702480664143158789</id><published>2008-08-22T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:47:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol Prof Law</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh... Finally the weekend... School really makes you appreciate Saturdays and Sundays (previously I couldn't tell the days apart).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one of my favourite lectures so far is my Intro Biology lecture, cos it's the easiest to understand so far (doesn't have any complicated formulae or rational behind it to remember... SO FAR) and the professor teaching is pretty amusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall share with you guys the more interesting bits... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Ok, so we were talking about dissolving solutes in water as it is the universal solvent, and Prof Law was saying how, if a large amt of solvent was used to dissolve a small amt of solute, that the concentration of the end solution will not be too affected. So he gave an example of dissolving sugar in the coffee we drink. He said that most people use only 1-2 teaspoons of sugar for one cup so a little more or less sugar wouldn't affect the taste too much... Then he asked, "Unless you're a person who uses 5 teaspoons instead, and who in the world would drink coffee with 5 teaspoons of sugar?" That had us all chuckling... but internally, I replied "L would.." ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Then we went on to pH and the way it affects our bodies. So there was this slide that listed acidosis causes diarrhoea and vomiting... Prof Law went on to explain tht was due to the change in optimal pH in the cells tht upsets the pH value in the ion channels... so all the channels open and all the water gush out = diarrhoea!!! I was lol-ing so hard at tht part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Last but not least, the quote he said which I think is the most true: "Doing research is trying, forever, to prove tht you're wrong yesterday." And I was stunned for a moment... cos it made perfect sense. Aren't scientists and researchers forever discovering things to either prove they're right or prove themselves wrong? My gosh... ah ha ha ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5702480664143158789?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5702480664143158789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5702480664143158789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5702480664143158789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5702480664143158789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/lol-prof-law.html' title='Lol Prof Law'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6465520100127166405</id><published>2008-08-21T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:24:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Over due pics</title><content type='html'>Ha ha... I have some pictures which are LONG overdue so I shall put them up now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimchi Making:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0RcdyCWrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/P22s-eeb8eA/s320/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861122430261938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brining the veg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0Rcc0WhXI/AAAAAAAAARE/_T7kHjSFvlw/s320/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861122171536754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squeezing out all the water from the brined veg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0SCc4ibvI/AAAAAAAAARk/n45oveOkOLQ/s320/DSC02715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861775024123634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know this is kinda sudden, but here's the completed form... without the fermentation yet. Simple, just add Korean chili paste, some sugar and garlic and mix it all up! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U5joNATI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ex0qtlx8pKI/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236864920750719282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the final stage, after 4 days of fermentation! The whole thing was too saltish so I added some more cucumbers, but overall, it still tastes pretty much like the kimchi you buy outside! Success! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(See the difference in picture quality? The blur ones are taken with my hp while the clear one was taken with my digicam ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Cake Making:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0RcounJiI/AAAAAAAAARM/0ruMZbBTyho/s320/DSC02700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861125368686114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You beat up the egg whites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0Rc2C4cDI/AAAAAAAAARU/LBqrKcVzc-s/s320/DSC02702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861128943366194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Till it resembles white fluffy clouds, how lovely... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0SCA48T7I/AAAAAAAAARc/r7RkcGkA0Xk/s320/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861767509626802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fold the clouds into the chocolate mixture... and you get fluffy chocolate clouds, yumz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0SC1YKeII/AAAAAAAAAR0/nSM9pXDs3cw/s320/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861781599221890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0SDKARAII/AAAAAAAAAR8/VG6USMZaa1s/s320/DSC02720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861787136131202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0SCUltfUI/AAAAAAAAARs/VAi3l63-6Qo/s1600-h/DSC02718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0SCUltfUI/AAAAAAAAARs/VAi3l63-6Qo/s320/DSC02718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861772797672770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After baking, it becomes this dummy afternoon snack. Sad to say, this cake was for our church people so I could only taste some of the scraps (which was delicious too). Success! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And messing around with my digicam, I snapped shots of my animals this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U53RvbkI/AAAAAAAAASM/nv0xz94UL9Q/s1600-h/DSCF0087_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U53RvbkI/AAAAAAAAASM/nv0xz94UL9Q/s320/DSCF0087_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236864926025215554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww.... my cute but very old dog... He has trouble climbing the flight of steps in my house now. There was once when he climbed almost to the top, then missed a step, and staggered a few steps down clumsily, after which he had to reclimb those few steps that he missed. ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U6TtWqzI/AAAAAAAAASc/cNPllM2Sfzk/s1600-h/DSCF0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U6TtWqzI/AAAAAAAAASc/cNPllM2Sfzk/s320/DSCF0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236864933657226034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The yakuza cat! The flash scared the poop outta her, that's why her eyes are so big. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the food that I am crazily into right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U6GRusSI/AAAAAAAAASU/VYkplkBuq8o/s1600-h/DSCF0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0U6GRusSI/AAAAAAAAASU/VYkplkBuq8o/s320/DSCF0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236864930051698978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate-covered raisins are the yumz! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6465520100127166405?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6465520100127166405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6465520100127166405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6465520100127166405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6465520100127166405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-over-due-pics.html' title='Long Over due pics'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SK0RcdyCWrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/P22s-eeb8eA/s72-c/DSC02677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-250614339937183150</id><published>2008-08-18T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:43:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New camera</title><content type='html'>Ohh. My. God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got what I have been lusting for for the past few weeks... (nope, not tht MRT guy, even though I totally won't mind ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLY bought myself a digital camera. So naturally, it's cam-whoring time! *launches into a picture frenzy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlQFPcXN3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/UEBuAirXs3E/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235804092769974130" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlQFvp4cCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/N2QtV7G7JZI/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235804101416611874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First 2 pics I took whilst experimenting with the cam! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlQGJf6X6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/3V7wXa_wiTM/s320/DSCF0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235804108354117538" /&gt; (this one my hand shaky, lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlQFwfm0iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RzEZ_un958k/s320/DSCF0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235804101641949730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlREq91O6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/S-eWf41yAfQ/s320/DSCF0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235805182489869218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me shamelessly advertising my beautiful camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlRE83E44I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VOCsopo7bX8/s320/DSCF0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235805187293373314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of my mom and dad.... Awwww.... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Han Yin and Mei Qi shd know this camera, it's the FujiFilm 8.2 megapixel one. $199 bundle package came with a free 1GB SD card, 1 free pouch and 1 free screen protector. Totally worth it and the pics come out so beautifully! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have pictures of my chocolate cake and kimchi tht i wanna upload and write abt but I shall do tht tml or something. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tchuss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-250614339937183150?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/250614339937183150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=250614339937183150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/250614339937183150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/250614339937183150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-camera.html' title='New camera'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKlQFPcXN3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/UEBuAirXs3E/s72-c/DSCF0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-598974338912121636</id><published>2008-08-16T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:25:03.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabal War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Whoooo!!! I finally went for Nation War in Cabal today. Anyways, lemme intro my character to you first! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrMFWf94I/AAAAAAAAAPU/yHGJwO_q1Uo/s320/Cabal%28Ver32-080715-2356-0000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130209692284802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the guy in the jumper suit right in the middle? Yep, that's Regis, my Cabal character. He's a Lvl 130 Force Archer belonging to the Force 11 guild and as you can see, he's wearing a very weird armour ne? Lol, that's Mithril which is the highest ranked armour available in Cabal. Unfortunately, I haven't got the money and time to upgrade the suit so... heh heh, cheapo mithril lah. Nevertheless, it costed me 75 mil Alz (Cabal cash) to make... ha ha, and that's why I'm always running around declaring bankrupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrL9aInkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/a9WnHSIX9ns/s320/Cabal%28Ver32-080715-2356-0001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130207560048194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you see my beautiful bow? That's Mithril too, costed me 65 mil just to buy it. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrMRHakMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QFwUlmCDqMo/s320/Cabal%28Ver32-080715-2356-0002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130212850241730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaand my wonderful guildmates beside me: in front the big guy with the big sword is EXBoy, my lvling partner and best buddy in Cabal. He is a Lvl 134 Warrior, so he's always tanking boss mobs for me. ^^ In the middle is Elle (see the pretty blond lady), who is our guildmistress. She's a Lvl 131 Force Shielder and a very good leader. Normally the 3 of us would play together cos we're around each others lvls. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I went for war. Necessary info: Only players who are lvl 95 and above can join cos tht's the lvl tht you can choose a nation to fight for. I'm in Procyon, so I fight against the Capella people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrcJcvayI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PRXX438pE5E/s320/Cabal%28Ver34-080815-2047-0000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130485670112034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrcV5lMbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QMqNBAlYhSk/s320/Cabal%28Ver34-080815-2048-0000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130489012302258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, apparently, there's a dress code for war too. It's dark blue and purple for the Procyons and white and light purple for the Capellas (which is totally gay)... But me and my big bad bow! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrcjM3SzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zw4nqOT1oHM/s320/Cabal%28Ver34-080815-2051-0000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130492582841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backview of my beautiful cape...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrcSe36aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_y_obj8eXTk/s320/Cabal%28Ver34-080815-2049-0000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130488094976418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the arena where you wait for the war to start. See the rest of the Procyons gathering? Here's when you form parties to help each other in war. ^^ For me, my job is to heal people and occasionally stun the enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, lemme say this first... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;War... is damn stressful de. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was so messy and I kept running around like a headless chicken. I heal = no heal cos everyone is attacking everyone and the HP all drops like crazy! Usually, people is when see enemy Capella, they chiong and kill them. For me, I see enemy Capella, I run away like hell. Cos I'm a Force Archer and we have low defense. Our main job is to stay alive and keep healing! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was confusing, but fun and exciting. Gives you a friggin' good adrenaline rush. For today's war, we won in 2 servers but lost in 1. Ahh well, nvm ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I shall update on my cake-baking and kimchi-fermenting stint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-598974338912121636?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/598974338912121636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=598974338912121636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/598974338912121636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/598974338912121636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/cabal-war.html' title='Cabal War!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SKbrMFWf94I/AAAAAAAAAPU/yHGJwO_q1Uo/s72-c/Cabal%28Ver32-080715-2356-0000%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-1698807887395331701</id><published>2008-08-15T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:06:44.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>German + Kimchi</title><content type='html'>Guten Abend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich heiße Cheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich bin zwanzig Jahre alt und Ich bin Studentin an der NTU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vie heißen du?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, basically I just greeted you guys in German! What I said was "Good evening. My name is Cheryl. I am 20 years old and I'm a student in NTU. Who are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;German is loads of fun, albeit a bit confusing. So many terms to learn, and it gets messy when you have to arrange everything according to the sentence structure. Also certain situations require you to use different terms and words... but it all adds the amusement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've attended 2 German tutorials so far and all is well, except that I'm a bit messed up on the verbs (which means I  have to go and write out German notes later). My German tutor is a nice fella - he's always cracking (lame) language jokes and smiling. I wonder how he is always that cheerful...hmm...but never mind, he's married. Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the tutorials, however, are a disaster! The tutors all dunno how to teach... They're either mumbling to themselves, reading off the answer sheet or staring blankly at us. I didn't know whether get frustrated or to laugh at them. ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, update on other matters in my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I have not seen THAT guy for a week already... and I'm starting to forget how he looks like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    ... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Noooooooooooooo!!! I don't wanna forget! Gimme back my precious memory! Or better still, gimme another chance to see him. T^T I swear, I have been trying to look out for him on the MRT for this whole week, but no luck... haiz... Akiramenai de, watashi! (sorry, haven't learnt that in German ^^)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I'm experimenting with making kimchi tonight. Will post the outcome soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I'm also experimenting with wearing eye make-up now. You know, the full works, eyeliner and mascara. It's loads of fun too! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(That means goodbye :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1698807887395331701?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1698807887395331701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1698807887395331701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1698807887395331701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1698807887395331701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/german-kimchi.html' title='German + Kimchi'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4839136351631795859</id><published>2008-08-12T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:47:04.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from School</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha, blogging from school via my trusty MacBook. NTU's wireless system is pretty good - the videos load quite fast too. :D Now all that is left is to spend my 3 hour break reading yaoi manga... *cough*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was very eventful for me and those in the household who were awake, namely my grandma and my maid. What started as a peaceful morning (at 6 am, zomg, so early) with me preparing my breakfast unfolded into a cat-chasing-cockroach-dog-puking event!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, my cat caught a flying cockroach, so she had it clamped in her mouth while she wandered around the house wondering what to do with it. I think she wanted to bring it up to my mom's room to show off her catch. Fortunately, the door room was close or else my mom, who is TERRIFIED of cockroaches, would have thrown her out the window. So the cat spit the thing out and just for that moment, it started scuttling around. Which triggered me into cockroach-combat mode. Which means I grabbed the nearest can of pesticide and launched into a spraying frenzy. My cat bolted from the spray....so did the cockroach. Thus we all had to hunt for the runaway insect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, my dog had to wander down to the living room at that exact moment...and start puking. He was vomiting puddles and puddles of liquid whilst we were searching for the cockroach. One side vermin escapee, one side retching dog. You could have imagined my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cockroach appeared at one corner, my dog puked some more. The whole situation was a funny mess. It ended (kinda) with my grandma throwing her slipper on top of the insect, my maid clearing up my dog's mess and me rushing out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, and my mom and dad were still sound asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I tried looking for that tall, exotic guy on the MRT. I guess the chance of meeting him again was virtually 0%... different train and I can't even remember which cabin I was in. But that didn't stop me from tip-toeing occasionally to look for a head that sticks out. It was sad that I didn't spot any familiar ones. Ahh well... Never mind. ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for my first German lesson later, tootles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4839136351631795859?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4839136351631795859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4839136351631795859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4839136351631795859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4839136351631795859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogging-from-school.html' title='Blogging from School'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5128711891728668827</id><published>2008-08-10T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:47:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot Haircut</title><content type='html'>Ohh. My. God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just went for a hair trim... and the woman hairdresser sheared off my fringe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I did tell her I wanted to cut my fringe shorter but she went all trigger-happy (in this case, scissors-happy) and zehhh!! There goes my fringe... T-T I didn't even have the time for the shock to register in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I look so retarded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ7Fsj1T5JI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oAlublR0vJE/s320/DSC02612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837186374853778" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ7FsbfdUMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1quyfjkE2q0/s320/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837184135712962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ7FsxxlznI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0Th97Kp6QL0/s320/DSC02626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837190117346930" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ7FszABrmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d90cgcjKRqU/s320/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232837190446329442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, it's looks a lot better here cos there's the wind blowing in my hair for a prettier picture (by service of my trusty room fan :D) and let's admit it, I'm damn good at cam-whoring. The years of practice didn't go down the drain... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still!!! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like my sister.... *screams in hysteria and runs into the wall*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote Excalibur from Soul Eater, "Baka meh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than tht, I've been slaving away in front of my notes and iPod, trying to complete my tutorials. Still not done yet, but at least I've completed 2/3. So not looking forward to going to school with this retarded hairstyle. Grow hair, grow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5128711891728668827?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5128711891728668827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5128711891728668827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5128711891728668827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5128711891728668827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/toot-haircut.html' title='Toot Haircut'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ7Fsj1T5JI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oAlublR0vJE/s72-c/DSC02612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-6560196295232053876</id><published>2008-08-09T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:44:48.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Rolls &amp; NTU</title><content type='html'>Ha ha, here's the update of the cinnamon rolls that I promised yesterday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0q8YgMGsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yQFHeSDtSC4/s320/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232385558932363970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful sheet of rolled-out dough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0q82aY2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2YV7BNoeFQc/s320/DSC02329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232385566961097106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then spread on the butter-cinnamon-raisin mixture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0q9RogFRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vexHlBEz5P0/s320/DSC02330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232385574268048658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And roll roll roll it all up! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0rwVIgHbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UbWeVBdoZHU/s320/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232386451380903346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are, all sliced out and arranged in the baking tin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0rwhshw7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/t0Hca2LTA08/s320/DSC02332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232386454753231794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And voila, after baking! Lol, trust me, it looks and tastes better than what's in this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(see how much the dough expanded after proofing and baking?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0rw6nXRMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UPyKPUbYkYY/s320/DSC02335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232386461442458818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think this a better pic of a single cinnamon roll (close up) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha ha, I made a mistake when I was baking this yesterday. After I had sliced up and the rolls and placed them in a warm oven for the second proofing, I forgot to turn the oven off (I was re-heating the oven). Sooo... it was a good 5 mins later that I caught a whiff of cooked dough and burnt cloth. So I rushed off to see and sure enough, the rolls were half cooked with the piece of damp cloth I placed over them (to stop the tops from being dried out) still there. The results were semi-baked cinnamon rolls and a charred pieces of dried cloth. Lol, the rolls even stuck tight to the cloth so I had to yanked them ruthlessly away and pop them into the large oven for the rest of the baking. As you could see, the rolls still came out fine but regrettably, the cloth had to be thrown away. ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love baking (and the horrors I experience during it), don't you? Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have to go complete my tutorials and read up on my Poly OC1 and PIPC1 notes. You know why? I'll tell you why. Cos the lecturers in NTU know NUTS about what and how they are teaching. All of them teaching our core subs are not even local, so you can imagine them muttering to themselves in their thick accents. It's not easy to understand sigma and pi molecular orbits with that kind of thing happening. T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6560196295232053876?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6560196295232053876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6560196295232053876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6560196295232053876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6560196295232053876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/cinnamon-rolls-ntu.html' title='Cinnamon Rolls &amp; NTU'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_W6Ln4pNicFA/SJ0q8YgMGsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yQFHeSDtSC4/s72-c/DSC02328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-6459958882350565922</id><published>2008-08-08T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:38:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera or phone?</title><content type='html'>Guys... I need your advice... T-T&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I get a camera (8-10 megapixel) or a 5 megapixel camera phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This question has been plaguing me since don't know when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when is the next IT fair and should I wait till then to purchase...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is definitely not one of my virtues (lol, like I had any to begin with ^^)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently baking cinnamon rolls now so I will post up the outcome later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mou ichido aitai na~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6459958882350565922?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6459958882350565922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6459958882350565922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6459958882350565922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6459958882350565922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/camera-or-phone.html' title='Camera or phone?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6407704109859442549</id><published>2008-08-07T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:06:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohisashiburi!</title><content type='html'>Ohisashiburi!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time no see guys...blah blah...the reason is....blah blah...and then....blah blah...so sorry...blah blah...miss me???....blah blah...promise to update regularly now....blah blah...scrap tht....blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, to the main gist of the post now! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School have started, da da da DA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formula Used: Travel for 2 whole hrs to NTU, from 1 end of the island to the other end = wake at (bloody) 5:30 am = not enough sleep = sit through 2 hrs lecture = taking more electives than a normal human ought to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sub this, sub that and calculate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: Cheryl has officially expired. [10 marks]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol... the most nonsensical equation ever, all thanks to the Prof of Nonsensical Theorums. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, I'm not joking. Just the 2nd day of school and I had fallen sick - fever, sore throat, the works you know... Waking up at 5:30 am consecutively for 2 days ain't fun. I figured this, plus the extra 3 elective subjects I had to take on, put a strain on my immune system and ~down she goes, to the bacteria~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is still NOT the main gist of this post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say, do you believe in love at first sight? Well, for one, I do. Cos I wasted 4 years of my secondary school life ogling at my first-sight-love-guy.... =__= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, *lol* I fell in love this morning on the MRT! Ha ha ha ha, sounds so corny typing this out now but the feeling was exhilarating this morning. Better than any cup of coffee... (or maybe it was the coffee I had)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I spotted him across the train, when he came in at Bedok and settled in a spot just opposite me (excluding all the people in front of us). The first thing that caught my eye: his height. Ohh. My. God. He was so fantastically tall, I almost swooned. You know the bars with the handles in the MRT? Even though he was slouching a bit, his head had passed that bar. I was mesmerized by that. And he had this nerd-cute-geek-mommy's boy-undiscovered hotness look to him, which I could totally discover if I had the chance. He didn't look 100% local though, cos I thought I spotted a bit of the exotic Eurasian look...which made him even cuter. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since he was directly opposite me, I spent a good amount of time facing another direction with my eyes glued to him. Ho ho ho, I saw it when he was chewing his lip (for god knows what reason... Trying to kill me with more of his cuteness? Or maybe he had noticed a potential stalker eyeing him..?) and I saw it when he blinked. He had very long, nice eyelashes. Yes, I saw that across a train carriage full of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, he alighted before me and there was this very heavy, disappointed feeling (maybe because I could no longer catch glances at him) but it was replaced with this adrenaline rush that results when you see some one you like. ^^ It was so refreshing, not experiencing this feeling for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz... if only I could see him again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, taking the morning train doesn't seem that bad anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm taking German as one of my electives! Lol, I will be prattling to you soon in German! Look forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6407704109859442549?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6407704109859442549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6407704109859442549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6407704109859442549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6407704109859442549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohisashiburi.html' title='Ohisashiburi!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6421672942878828900</id><published>2008-04-27T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:51:16.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Choose your baby's gender"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mother's diet can help determine sex of child: study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oysters may excite the libido, but there is nothing like a hearty breakfast laced with sugar to boost a woman's chances of conceiving a son, according to a study released Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, a low-energy diet that skimps on calories, minerals and nutrients is more likely to yield a female of the human species.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This research may help to explain why in developed countries, where many young women choose low calorie diets, the proportion of boys is falling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To heck with my diet and stuff, I'm going for good food now!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6421672942878828900?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6421672942878828900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6421672942878828900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6421672942878828900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6421672942878828900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/choose-your-babys-gender-mothers-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7848825742052995460</id><published>2008-04-13T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:50:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh... After reading Mei Qi's blog post, I shall list down all the anime that I'll be catching this season too! Soooo many to watch, soooo little time (luckily I'm not working XP)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Itazura na Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught the first episode. The pace of the anime was pretty fast and the drawing style surprised me, cos it looked like it was animated in 2002/2003. In other words, the drawing isn't all that nice but I'll just watch it for the cheesy romance. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Vampire Knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike -and I'll repeat it again in CAPS- I DISLIKE THE OPENING THEME. What "akai-akai"??? I was goosebump-ing through out the whole song, and it's such a pity cos I think the anime is not bad. But that being said, I'm still have a love-hate relationship thingy for the show. Maybe because it was being advertised too much and we're having Mamoru Miyano here as the ever monotoned Zero-kun (one can only handle that much of his "I-don't-care-if-I-talk-constantly-in-one-note-but-I'm-way-cooler-than-any-of-you" attitude) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Wagaya no Oinari-sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And off we go into another fox-girl filled anime season! I bet Spice &amp;amp; Wolf was the trigger to all this but seriously, what's with all the kitsune??? This anime is not bad though, and it's definitely a plus that the fox spirit is able to transform into either a girl or a guy. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Kanokon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other fox themed anime. The other more ecchi one, with the fox girl glomping the shota-esque boy and combining t0 become one and blah blah blah... Mindless stuff but nevertheless, amusing. Just my kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) To-LOVE-Ru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since we're on the topic of mindless-yet-amusing aka my kind of stuff, this is the complimentary B side of the ecchi animes. I've actually read quite a bit of the manga so I was having a few expectations of the anime (Vampire Knight is another thing, I had no expectations of it whatsoever... Maybe just a lot of angsting and pretty-boy posing). So far so good! And the title is actually pronounced as "trouble", when all this while I have been going "to love ruuuu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Blassreiter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the two anime that CR and Gonzo collaborated with together. And definitely the better of the two. I watched Tower of Druaga and IMO, it was all tosh. You should have seen my facial expression when I was watching ToD, retarded I tell ya! This one has got really cool motorbikes and shape-shifting monsters that scare the shit out of me, just to get violently ripped apart by our ex-motorcross-racing hero (who looks pretty much like a monster himself) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Soul Eater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This. Is. An. Awesome. Anime. Do. Not. Miss. It. For. The. World. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you need more convincing? The story line, the characters, the action, the voice actors, everything is kanpeki!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Kure-nai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This anime requires some sort of an acquired taste - you either love it or hate it. But I love it, so there. The animation is fantastic (the details blew me away) but what impressed me more was the voice acting. Just hearing the voice of little Murasaki tugs at my heart strings (sorry, er jie, for your com is mute XP) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to all these, I will be catching Special A and Code Geass R2 (I willnot hide the fact that I still DISLIKE Clamp for changing their art style. Pisses the sh** out of me), as well as the older series like Katekyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I took some personality quizzes the other day (aren't we all suckers for this kind of things?) and here are some of the more interesting results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/2902"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/depp_char/edward.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3358"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/babyanimal_quiz/panda.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7848825742052995460?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7848825742052995460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7848825742052995460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7848825742052995460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7848825742052995460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4825840617311656107</id><published>2008-04-09T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:09:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attempted baking the chiffon cake again. And it flowered 'beautifully' like a huat kueh - actually it's not suppose to do that but I got lazy and I crammed all the batter into this small cake pan which resulted in it being over-filled and...never mind, I should stop making excuses) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was success (despite its ugly appearance) and it didn't collapse like the previous 2!!! Hooray, I'm still good with the baking gods up there...somewhere. XP So that night, the whole family had fresh pandan chiffon cake for supper, yumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaannnnnddddd to answer the question in the last post:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_zLd6vwHKI/AAAAAAAAANc/N4TjjQ2tseU/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187244585670155426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a tail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_zLwqvwHNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/J49vFWL0hwM/s320/Nikelogotype.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187244907792702674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is a certain sports brand's symbol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See any similarities? So now you all know how her namesake came about! Surprise!!! XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I'm on it already, I might as well exhibit the tails of the other animals in my family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_zLeqvwHMI/AAAAAAAAANs/6K9WVKHAK7s/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187244598555057346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh... My pooch's tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_zLeavwHLI/AAAAAAAAANk/vzwjoqz6ivo/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187244594260090034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the yakuza cat's tail. She was in the litter bin, in the middle of doing her business, when I crept up on her and snapped this pic! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a tail (suppose that's a good thing) so I can't put any pictures up for it. But come to think of it, Nike is the only odd one out right? Ah ha ha ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4825840617311656107?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4825840617311656107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4825840617311656107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4825840617311656107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4825840617311656107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-attempted-baking-chiffon-cake-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_zLd6vwHKI/AAAAAAAAANc/N4TjjQ2tseU/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-3217820649160317593</id><published>2008-04-07T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:33:44.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiku for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Cabal is *beep* addictive.&lt;br /&gt;My butt is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=______________________=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_oUYqvwHJI/AAAAAAAAANU/AtREm1GWzU0/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186480334894537874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her official name is Nike. Shall reveal the reason why in the next post.  XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3217820649160317593?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3217820649160317593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3217820649160317593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3217820649160317593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3217820649160317593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/haiku-for-today-ahem-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R_oUYqvwHJI/AAAAAAAAANU/AtREm1GWzU0/s72-c/DSC00630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-8521749262086894578</id><published>2008-03-30T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:59:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it is inevitable that we feel despair and it is during those times that we need an encouraging word, a healing touch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This inspirational movie is dedicated to all those who are feeling down or lonely, and specially to my dearest xiao di, Han Yin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWaRFCf7Vr4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWaRFCf7Vr4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8521749262086894578?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8521749262086894578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8521749262086894578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8521749262086894578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8521749262086894578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-it-is-inevitable-that-we-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3069064984842546810</id><published>2008-03-29T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T01:45:14.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawned by cake T^T</title><content type='html'>I got pawned today... totally owned...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By a chiffon cake. Sorry, correction, by 2 chiffon cakes to be more exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, today just wasn't my day to bake cakes. When the first chiffon cake flopped, I thought it was because I miscalculated the amount of flour, and so with renewed determination (damn you all cakes, I'm the boss here so boo-yah! You all better submit to me, you bunch of air-filled, spongey nilly-willies!!! &gt;.&lt;) I tried baking another one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which turned out the same as the first one. Just that it tasted better because of the right amount of flour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally pawned. I was so exhausted by the end of it. Thank goodness the quiche came out right... or so it seemed. Now to wait for the tasters' comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went online to find out the reason why (cause I'm freaking disgruntled) and I read that chiffon cake-making is actually quite a mysterious event. There have been cases where professionals bakers just simply can't produce a proper cake on a certain day. o.O;;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... spooky. But one thing I've learnt is never give up (I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, nilly-willies *rawr*!!!) and never take things for granted. I was scared stiff for a minute or two -all movements stopped- that I have lost my baking talents, then I snapped back to reality and realised how I've always depended on it without much thought. So yeah, never take my baking talents for granted. *nod nod*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lately I've been 'chiong-ing' Cabal Online, which is a fantastic newly-released MMORPG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mNBLXh3j-w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mNBLXh3j-w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still is novice at it, my leveling is incredibly slow... T^T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hear this, cake, I won't give up on you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3069064984842546810?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3069064984842546810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3069064984842546810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3069064984842546810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3069064984842546810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/pawned-by-cake-tt.html' title='Pawned by cake T^T'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8183911860433022860</id><published>2008-03-27T07:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:14:36.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New family member</title><content type='html'>Gosh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I suppose this is how all new mothers feel. Then I'm a bit scared of having a baby, cos it's so energy and emotional draining. Here's the newest member of my family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-rjJ6vwHII/AAAAAAAAANM/OW59QB1jxCs/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182204080771046530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-rjJqvwHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/0TCDAzcY34c/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182204076476079218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah, can anyone guess what this kuro thing is? Pretty obvious but I will try to snap a full frontal picture of it soon (it refuses to stay still). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I think I have commitment issues. I don't think I can stick to my husband or to raising my kids properly, cos I'll probably bail out before the job is done! Maybe my sense of responsibility (or lack of it) and my consciousness will make me sit it out but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That thing above is SOOOO sticky to me that I'm half-afraid of it. 90% of the time it's trying to snuggle in the space between my head and shoulder and the other 10% of the time trying to jump onto my bed to try snuggling again. I mean it's sweet and all (aww), but I seriously hate so much skinship. I dislike hugging, kissing and people touching me so with it trying to rub itself against me all the time scares the shit out of me. 1/4 of me is touched, 3/4 of me is trying to run the hell away. (can anyone understand how I feel..?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it change when I have my own baby? I guess only time will tell. For now, I will have to control its skinship problem. =_____=;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8183911860433022860?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8183911860433022860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8183911860433022860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8183911860433022860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8183911860433022860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-family-member.html' title='New family member'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-rjJ6vwHII/AAAAAAAAANM/OW59QB1jxCs/s72-c/DSC00626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-1424886263796757960</id><published>2008-03-23T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:31:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nosebleeding to death. Those who anime with me should know what I am talking about. But it's something on a 'deeper' scale so... *blood fountain*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Bao Zhar Tou for handing me the trigger to all my nasal bleeding! I'm having loads of fun!!! XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-YxIqvwHGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8ovSRWHw1NM/s320/Me_this_afternoon_by_Santorai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180882446319623266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I got the graduation letter from TP already, anyone else got it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1424886263796757960?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1424886263796757960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1424886263796757960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1424886263796757960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1424886263796757960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-YxIqvwHGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8ovSRWHw1NM/s72-c/Me_this_afternoon_by_Santorai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-7607450170953378038</id><published>2008-03-22T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:49:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humans are mendokkusei-na~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translation: Humans are troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need any form of interactions with humans...at least not with those who are troublesome. I find going out with people annoying (well, most of the time) and I'd rather my laptop and pillow be my best friends. At least they don't talk excessively, they don't hurt me and they're are not troublesome. So there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7607450170953378038?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7607450170953378038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7607450170953378038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7607450170953378038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7607450170953378038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/humans-are-mendokkusei-na-translation.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5003109770387562125</id><published>2008-03-19T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:21:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratched!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been harmed.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proudly presenting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-EswDwYBjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/26w8kN7isGk/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470250606331442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-EsvzwYBiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KTbqCb9Xw-0/s320/DSC00603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470246311364130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, the lighting is bad...the scratches are definitely clearer in real life, and a whole lot more painful. I'm dreading the time when I have to bathe (avoided that the whole of today) But guess who's the culprit???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-Et5TwYBnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uAR9ONTK08g/s320/DSC00614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179471509031749234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Take my pic and I'll rip your eyes out..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-EsvjwYBhI/AAAAAAAAAME/kOin5uv2KDg/s320/DSC00602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470242016396818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See my evil red eye? Don't mess with me, cos I'm hardcore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, it was my dear kitty, Mocha. My mum told me to get her off the bed this afternoon and after my attempt in scooping her up, she latched onto my arm and inflicted damage on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just to commemorate the recently infamous Edison Chen scandal (and to sabotage that goddamn cat), I give you!!! *drumroll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-EtXDwYBmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/S0xc8hv6_mQ/s320/DSC00610.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470920621229666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-EtWzwYBlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/C3CopL6j1vg/s320/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179470916326262354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mocha Cecilia Cheung!!! Sexy aye??? Mind you, cat, that's my bed you're doing all those poses on... =___=;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5003109770387562125?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5003109770387562125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5003109770387562125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5003109770387562125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5003109770387562125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/scratched.html' title='Scratched!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R-EswDwYBjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/26w8kN7isGk/s72-c/DSC00607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-2021643491729199897</id><published>2008-03-17T23:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:37:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mini speaker &amp; DBSK dream</title><content type='html'>Ok, I had a VERY strange dream yesterday (see, this blog always end up as my dream stash =___=) It was disturbing...but in a good way so to help me remember it *shudders*, I'm gonna pen it down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, simply put, I dreamt of DBSK/Tohoshinki/TVXQ/whateveryouwannacallthem. I know my obsession with the boy band and the yaoi couple (JaeHo!!! *squee*) has been going on for a while but the dream was totally unexpected and uncalled for. I mean, I don't usually dream the stuff I want cos I don't see myself cuddling an ang-moh baby every night... (exception of that dream in which I was verbally abusing someone aka "PLAYBOY!!!" &lt;shocked look="" from="" that="" someone=""&gt; **COUGH** XD) &lt;/shocked&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yah. It was disturbing. I was holding up with them in their apartment cos apparently, I married someone very close to them, so both of us were kinda freeloading off them! I was chummy pals with Junsu so I spent 60% of the time yakking away to him and Chang Min was SOOOO cute! His reactions, I mean. I woke up with a distinct feeling that I would have married Chang Min if I didn't wed that mystery fellow. O___O; Yunho was surprisingly warm and a lot of fun to talk to. I just ignored Jae Joong when I saw him this one time and Yoo Chun was not there at all. Was kinda surprised that I'd ignore the prettiest boy in the group but that maybe due to me realizing a while ago, whilst viewing a DBSK video, that he's just the typical ecchi, horny guy. Hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to other stuff! I've been working hard baking pineapple tarts and selling them so I earned a bit of extra pocket money... which I used to buy this today (and underwear the other day *cough*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96IPzwYBaI/AAAAAAAAALM/_Y_Mm68B0cc/s320/DSC00545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178726426695173538" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-mini Capsule Speaker!!! It's so small and cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96IQDwYBbI/AAAAAAAAALU/r2CpYu5Nx94/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178726430990140850" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's it beside my iPod Touch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96IQTwYBcI/AAAAAAAAALc/r2UvsCLiPXQ/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178726435285108162" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and beside my thumb for a size comparison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96KQzwYBfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N1x-p-w5VLU/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178728642898298354" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It stretches out to look like a hamburger, which gives it extra bass due to that vacuum in there (the speaker, not the hamburger. Hamburgers do not produce sound and do not contain a vacuum. Be very afraid should you come across one like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96KPzwYBdI/AAAAAAAAALk/-2eWi3DO4v0/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178728625718429138" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's my Shiro gang! My handphone is taking the pic so the poor thing is not in the family photo. Of course, the black iPod Touch is the black sheep of the family! XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96KQjwYBeI/AAAAAAAAALs/Dk_xypC9sMY/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178728638603331042" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone white is looming over the gang!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96KRDwYBgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fc8-t3AETg0/s320/DSC03751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178728647193265666" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally the matriarch (in white too)!!! Boss of the family, do not mess with me! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2021643491729199897?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2021643491729199897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2021643491729199897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2021643491729199897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2021643491729199897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/x-mini-speaker-dbsk-dream.html' title='X-mini speaker &amp; DBSK dream'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R96IPzwYBaI/AAAAAAAAALM/_Y_Mm68B0cc/s72-c/DSC00545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-4311507953441993457</id><published>2008-03-12T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:11:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MP results</title><content type='html'>I angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna announce my MP results to the whole world to hear but it's freaking disappointing. It's not that I slacked (like other sems), I really did put in effort, into the report, into the SIP, into the poster, into everything. And why I get such lousy results I just don't understand!!! It's discouraging, really, that maybe there's a bunch of bias people out there who puts others down while only favouring a selected few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it. See, I'm starting to angst again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that aside, I'm picking several things up again. Like playing The Sims 2, and watching Twelve Kingdoms and Fruits Basket...and sleeping at 7 am. Hah, I'm back to my nocturnal self, yay!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims is hella' fun, cos I'm downloading the recent expansion packs illegally (please don't throw me into jail) and re-exploring everything again. And it's exciting mixing the genes of the sims! I've always enjoyed Twelve Kingdoms and Fruits Basket so it's no wonder I'll pick them up again. Taiki is CHO-KAWAII!!! His story is always my favourite out of all them, albeit a bit short. I angst that the writers and animators didn't continue his story. And like always, watching Fruits Basket always makes me a little sad, especially the opening song. I remember I cried like hell back in Sec 2 when I saw Hatori's episode and it made me emo for a bit, so when I saw him standing quietly by the window in the opening recently, my heart ached again for him. Heh, fits the rainy-rainy atmosphere nowadays anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY to you, my little pink-obsessed, vocally warbling, head-in-the-sky, clumsy-as-an-elephant sister! May you mature a bit more this year. Seriously. But I doubt so! XP But aww, we all still love you!!! (I will always be there to make chocolate cakes specially for you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4311507953441993457?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4311507953441993457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4311507953441993457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4311507953441993457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4311507953441993457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/mp-results.html' title='MP results'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4821734736005890430</id><published>2008-03-05T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:13:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain..</title><content type='html'>Misery!!! It's raining again...and I want to go to East Point. Why does it always rain when I don't want it to, and always not rain when I want it to? Life is always like that isn't it? I want to cycle to East Point to buy baking stuff also cannot... *grumble*... then at night when it's freaking humid, it doesn't rain... *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, anyways, Gail's buying another 3 bottles of pineapple tarts from me! Whee, I can go into another baking splurge!! Anyone wanna order a tin or two?? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I found the word "hennachocco" amusing, and now it's stuck in my head! Sounds like a Pokemon's name!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4821734736005890430?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4821734736005890430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4821734736005890430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4821734736005890430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4821734736005890430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='Rain..'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7037281215869465748</id><published>2008-03-04T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:26:27.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;30 sec advert starts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate yaoi-ness? Bishies falling for bishies? Just watch Gakuen Heaven. Comes with a great ending song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;30 sec advert ends&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done my part. I have been doing nothing but watching anime. Finished up Ef (the ending was 'hasty', turns out everyone was f***ing everyone O__O), gushed over the boy love in Gakuen Heaven, updated myself with the latest KHR manga (damn you 17-page long manga chapter!!!) and now going to try watching FMA movie and Kyou Kara Maou (never got to finish the series. Wolfram in nighties scares me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ on Sunday was ok I guess. Kudos to Eve and everyone who helped plan and carry out the BBQ but I thought the rain was a damper. I felt that it would have been more fun if we could cook and eat at the BBQ pit but, hah, no choice. However, I got to play with sea water so no complains here! Go Han Yin, bounce for 90 times on the water and go over to Malaysia!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7037281215869465748?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7037281215869465748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7037281215869465748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7037281215869465748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7037281215869465748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultimate-yaoi-ness-bishies-falling-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1191224069879340720</id><published>2008-03-01T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:24:11.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking and chiong-ing KHR</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... T^T... I miss the days of chiong-ing Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn. I miss the excitement, the adrenaline rush, the sleepless days and nights, the eyebags, the disorientation after staring at the computer screen for 6 hours straight, the increase in myopia etc... So many things I miss!!! KHR is an amazing anime (even better than Bleach, I say) and anyone and everyone should watch it. I finished 67 episodes in a week's time, and that's still not enough for me, so I went on to read the manga and finished all the chapters in a day. Now I'm lost at what anime to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I discovered Ef -Tales of Memories-. It has one of the best official soundtrack and BGMs that I have ever heard, and it's an unbelievably deep story for an anime. There's no magic, no secret weapons, no hidden characters whatsoever, but the morals and lessons behind every episode is so philosopical. I will dread the hour I finish chiong-ing it... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I went into a baking frenzy yesterday. I apologise for the pic's orientation; I can't seem to upright it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j07Qw_agI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UAhiMS72SAw/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j07Qw_agI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UAhiMS72SAw/s320/DSC03666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172653470984923650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Gail, cos she ordered a bottle from me. Beautiful, if I must say so myself! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8jzugw_aeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MHSlcV7EaDM/s1600-h/DSC03667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8jzugw_aeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MHSlcV7EaDM/s320/DSC03667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172652152429963746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for my family. Guess what those purplish balls are..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8jzvQw_afI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YvVpF1hiSXo/s1600-h/DSC03669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8jzvQw_afI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YvVpF1hiSXo/s320/DSC03669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172652165314865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, there are purple pineapple tarts!!! XD I was playing around with food colourings yesterday, so heh heh... XP My family was intrigued, albeit a little scared to consume it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j07ww_ahI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GVxHGzt3BBs/s1600-h/DSC03670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j07ww_ahI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GVxHGzt3BBs/s320/DSC03670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172653479574858258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm contributing this for tomorrow's BBQ at East Coast. Go ahead and guess, people, and look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, random pictures of my beloved animals at weird places in my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j08ww_ajI/AAAAAAAAALE/PUvKmOjTvQ4/s1600-h/DSC03556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j08ww_ajI/AAAAAAAAALE/PUvKmOjTvQ4/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172653496754727474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my cat, Mocha, on top my TV... Don't ask me what she is doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j08Qw_aiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2cvTDjfY0rA/s1600-h/DSC03561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j08Qw_aiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2cvTDjfY0rA/s320/DSC03561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172653488164792866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love Mickey, all squished up in a box. He 'folded' himself in there, we didn't do anything to him! This picture doesn't justify how squashed it is in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1191224069879340720?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1191224069879340720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1191224069879340720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1191224069879340720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1191224069879340720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/baking-and-chiong-ing-khr.html' title='Baking and chiong-ing KHR'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8j07Qw_agI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UAhiMS72SAw/s72-c/DSC03666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-7313539042615832200</id><published>2008-02-28T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:23:39.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Trivia</title><content type='html'>TRIVIA time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from "Top 10 Amazing Facts About Your Heart": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.5) LOL: It's Good for You&lt;br /&gt;A hearty laugh e the kind that sends a stream of tears from your eyes e does more than warm the soul. Research has shown the guffaw can cause the lining of blood vessel walls called endothelium to relax, increasing blood flow for up to 45 minutes after the laugh attack. Damage to the endothelium can lead to the narrowing of blood vessels and eventually cardiovascular diseases. That's no laughing matter...or maybe it is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, Xiao Di and Er Jie, we are ACTUALLY reducing our chances of having a heart attack, not just going into random spasms of laughter! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened when we were watching L, Change The World, on Tuesday. I would say it's a comedy+horror(the pimple-filled scientist really creep me out)+thriller(James Bond L)+drama+a little bit of romance(there's this love triangle thing going on) kind of movie. And yeah, we were laughing most of the time, even when the scientist died from pimples. The whole theater was quiet except the 3 of us giggling away. And I still can't accept the fact that Near is Thai. Noooo~ (self-denial) Come on, Wiki says that Near's real name is Nate Rivers. How, in any way, does that sound Thai, huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a fantastic show (excluding the pimply bit) and L-sama was real cool and funny. I'm hoping that I can have more chances of strengthening my heart on Sunday. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and don't say I didn't cite. Heart trivia taken from http://www.livescience.com/health/top_10_amazing_heart_facts-1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can no one guess what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE THING&lt;/span&gt; is??? Another hint: It's made of plastic...well, the most dangerous part is anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7313539042615832200?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7313539042615832200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7313539042615832200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7313539042615832200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7313539042615832200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-trivia.html' title='Heart Trivia'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5611121148649294949</id><published>2008-02-25T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:09:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition!</title><content type='html'>Ohh yah! I forgot to add,  hnt for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE THING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; basically traumatized Eve and me during our whole 5 months in Bangkok. We thought we were gonna be 'eaten' by it - you could always see us scuttling away from it as fast as we can. Yes, it is THAT scary! Can you guess what it is? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5611121148649294949?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5611121148649294949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5611121148649294949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5611121148649294949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5611121148649294949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/addition.html' title='Addition!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3532072309702246524</id><published>2008-02-25T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:04:22.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with QI, HY &amp; Eve</title><content type='html'>Oh yesh, yesterday we had a fantastic outing at Bugis - Eve, Xiao Di, Er Jie and me. I'm sure you've heard from their blogs that it was terribly funny and we were laughing till our sides ached. I thought it was good abdominal exercise, and a little overdose of laughter never hurts anyone! Thank you, Han Yin, so much for the StarBucks treat. You should know that that is my 4th or 5th cup of coffee from there, so you have the honour! Hah hah, kidding. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mei Qi was funny when she ordered this BIG cup of steamed milk. I mean, like a bucket of steamed milk amongst 3 ice-blended? So anyways, her drink was very hot, which resulted in our attempt in helping her cool her drink off...via ice-blended congregation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8JmnNzl-qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BkpbbGFdaKo/s1600-h/DSC03555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8JmnNzl-qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BkpbbGFdaKo/s320/DSC03555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170808146081741474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was coerced into taking some neoprints. I haven't taken those in 4 to 5 years and it was a bit traumatizing even though it was hella' funny! Here's the 'edited' version (I'm not sure if the editing did good or not):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8Jmm9zl-pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3RO9rxbvMrM/s1600-h/pic001+Correction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8Jmm9zl-pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3RO9rxbvMrM/s320/pic001+Correction.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170808141786774162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8Jnt9zl-rI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V-g9QdtfKrY/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8Jnt9zl-rI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V-g9QdtfKrY/s320/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170809361557486258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8JnuNzl-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yJaql43YuGY/s1600-h/DSC03552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8JnuNzl-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yJaql43YuGY/s320/DSC03552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170809365852453570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got no idea why the pics are on their side when i had clearly rotated them... Hmm, nevermind. L-sama, daisuki!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I watched Juno on the net yesterday. Good stuff, that show, makes you -me, I mean- wanna have a baby. =___=; Ha ha ha, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the clique BBQ on Sunday, it's gonna be loads of fun! And I'm gonna get a new camcorder next Monday, cam whore time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3532072309702246524?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3532072309702246524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3532072309702246524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3532072309702246524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3532072309702246524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/outing-with-qi-hy-eve.html' title='Outing with QI, HY &amp; Eve'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R8JmnNzl-qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BkpbbGFdaKo/s72-c/DSC03555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-8397832520345128948</id><published>2008-02-15T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:48:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcastic email</title><content type='html'>Let's fight sarcasm with sarcasm then! Just to let you know, you're not the only one brought up and trained in the Art of Spastic Irony Directed Indirectly at Friends (ASIDIF). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R7VRpdzl-oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/i5iz4rAV2ig/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R7VRpdzl-oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/i5iz4rAV2ig/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167125920295025282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeeeeehhhhhhhh.... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8397832520345128948?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8397832520345128948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8397832520345128948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8397832520345128948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8397832520345128948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/sarcastic-email.html' title='Sarcastic email'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/R7VRpdzl-oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/i5iz4rAV2ig/s72-c/IMG_1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-3266787237298622517</id><published>2008-02-14T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:27:34.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine + Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>Heh, since everyone is blogging, I shall do so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first things first, Happy Valentine's Day to all the lovey-doveys out there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I think most of the people I know is actually single so... Like Xiao Di, I have spent 19 Valentine's Day being alone with my com, but unlike him, I don't seem to mind it much. Is it such a special date? I feel contented being left alone with my anime!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's Poster Presentation was a plain waste of time. They locked all 120 of us up in a large lab for 8 hours straight - I was saying that it felt like we were serving detention. Morning was ok but after lunch, everyone was beginning to feel sleepy and so we distracted ourselves by monkeying around and basically making a nuisance of ourselves. Then it got sooo boring and sooo draggy that we were all flopped out on the tables in a semi-comatosed state. But no worries, cause we were revived at the end of the day when we started jumping around and taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another confession: I was basically stalking sexy-accent today. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went back home to finish my Harry Potter Book 7 which I borrowed from the library (well fancy that, they do lend it out!) on Saturday. Took me about 3 days to finish it, plus I was rushing for my poster, so not a bad record! The ending was blah... I got so confused with all their children's names. But all in all, a good read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3266787237298622517?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3266787237298622517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3266787237298622517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3266787237298622517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3266787237298622517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-graduation-day.html' title='Valentine + Graduation Day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-48913346730358712</id><published>2008-02-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:39:26.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relating stuff</title><content type='html'>I was out today and, as usual, I went around in my spaced-out style, and I was just blankly staring at a car and thinking...of who it looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized I've had that strange habit for years. It just didn't occur to me that it was peculiar. I used to link faces to cars all the time when I was younger. Like for every car, there will be a particular face assigned to it. Some had happy faces, some had more solemn faces. But most cars would be smiling. And cars have 2 faces, one for the front and one for the back. Maybe that was the reason why I became so attached to my family's cars when I was about 6. I remember being especially close to my dad's Hyundai Excel, to the point I was talking to it and bursting into tears when he sold it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still do it sub-consciously now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other weird habits would be relating songs to different time periods(this is strong one that is still happening) and food to different people or time periods... I can't think of the others but I will list them up when I have thought of them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys have any strange habits?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-48913346730358712?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/48913346730358712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=48913346730358712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/48913346730358712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/48913346730358712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/relating-stuff.html' title='Relating stuff'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8605376454703167846</id><published>2008-02-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:16:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhh my God... This is the funniest thing ever!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/36/13/02/361302_6327271e00ba742z81mv24.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I looked like Jay Chou?!?!?! Ha ha ha, Eve, you're dead, man... You're surrounded with Jay Chou look-alikes!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand another one with me smiling. So that, you know, more trials the more accurate the results is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/36/32/51/363251_6941415830ba74hev8pe87.JPG" width="500" height="578" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I guess I'm stuck with Oguri Shun for good. I look like him meh..? And here I was, thinking that he's really ugly... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8605376454703167846?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8605376454703167846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8605376454703167846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8605376454703167846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8605376454703167846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohhh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1982725606531612724</id><published>2008-02-06T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:17:26.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd</title><content type='html'>Warning: Do not, I mean DO NOT, eat before or during the movie Sweeney Todd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost threw up after the movie yesterday. I knew it was M18 but I didn't expect it to be so...graphic. The blood was suspiciously high-pressured, like after Mr T slit the throats, they were like...Eve in the toilet!!! (Ha ha ha, only Eve will get the joke) And wouldn't it be strange if you're a guy and as usual, you just went to your kindly old barber and then he starts serenading to you about beautiful women..? And you started singing back to him? And the two of you continue warbling at the top of your voice whilst your barber holds his razor dangerously close to your throat?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just the 19th century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I glad not to be borne in that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah, seriously, don't eat any before, during or even after the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1982725606531612724?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1982725606531612724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1982725606531612724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1982725606531612724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1982725606531612724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweeney-todd.html' title='Sweeney Todd'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-820031668626127964</id><published>2008-02-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:15:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner after baking</title><content type='html'>Went to Feng Shan Block 85 for some good food with Eve and Han Yin, Xiao Di's treat. I missed the Otah sooo much, it tasted so good (maybe especially so since it's free? XP)... too bad it wasn't spicy enough for me. The Thailand Otah has much more kick! And the satay shrank!!! Well, to me at least, case Thailand's satay is really humongous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cold rainy weather and the comfort of piping hot food made it feel good to be back in S'pore again. The low humming of my kitchen oven as it baked my CNY goodies, the familiar faces of my friends, the ability to eavesdrop on people as I can FINALLY understand their language, and unlimited internet access... everything made it feel good to be home! Of course I do miss some Thailand stuff but it's this or that, and it ain't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused on what to do with my life now... or more like what to do with my further education life. Can someone help me choose the best path to take? Can someone guide me? Cause I'm really don't know which university to go to and where and when... If given a free choice, I'll go Tasmania and live with the tasmanian devils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, btw, DBSK/TVXQ/Tohoshinki rocks!!! I REALLY don't like the notion of boy bands and stuff and you don't see me going crazy over them, but these guys are an exception! I am beside myself with admiration for them... and their songs. And to think that 2 months ago, I was staring at their poster in Siam Center, Bangkok and wondering which generic boy band group that was and how ugly the lead vocalist was... Hah! Karma, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Is it just me, or did Jason Chang's accent become sexier??? XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-820031668626127964?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/820031668626127964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=820031668626127964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/820031668626127964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/820031668626127964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinner-after-baking.html' title='Dinner after baking'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-2335458534640315111</id><published>2008-01-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:17:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...what..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh my God, I'm back in S'pore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plane touched down at 11 pm yesterday night and we immediately launched into a liquor-buying frenzy. I wasn't planning to buy any but just as we were leaving, the bottles of kahlua and tia maria caught my eye and I was sold. If you guys didn't know, these liquor aren't meant for downing but for baking, so no worries about me getting drunk. But I doubt my threshold for alcohol is that low... there was this time i gulped down half a glass of wine in one mouthful. I was fine after that but at that instant, the table of adults were staring at me like i was some alcohol-sucking monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAYS (going OOT XP) we got all our luggage safely and proceeded to meet our parents. Nothing feels like returning to your homeland and to familiar faces after 5 months in a foreign land, and the sensation was wonderful! I saw everyone's families and Han Yin was there! That guy looks spunkier - hah, I thought he'd be all skin and bones and sagging eye-bags because of his workload. But it felt really good seeing Xiao Di there, healthy and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then strange things started happening. The Singlish accent suddenly started jumping out at me; everyone was like speaking English with a really weird drawl... "laahhhh", "loooorrr" etc. Then I started speaking weird, cos I wasn't doing the Singlish thing...well, not much. For the first time in my life, I spoke proper English. And trust me, it feels wonky in a place of drawling Singaporeans. I found it distraughting but my parents found it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in for another shock when I finally entered my home. Everything looked so small and low to me. The whole flat (like how the ceiling was lower) the tables, the fridges, the kitchen table tops. And God forbid, MY BED!!! The freaking thing was for smurfs, not for me!!! It was miniscule, it was SOOO low and small!!! My back was aching as I slouched over my bed to use my laptop. This is my usual position of using my laptop and it never hurt in the past. But now...ooh, my aching back. The bedclothes were unexpectedly rough, and the mattress was too soft. So it was predictable that I only slept for 2 hours last night before surrendering to continuous internet access and anime's temptation. I fell asleep again at 7 this morning and had a fitful sleep till 12 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still some other weird stuff, like me not remembering that my family has a van and the jarring chinese new year songs that raised my goosebumps (never happened before), but I will wait for more to appear. I never would have thought that I would feel like that after the 5 months in Thailand. Eve says she doesn't feel like a Singaporean anymore and I told her we have lost our roots. But I still don't know if it's a good feeling or a bad one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2335458534640315111?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2335458534640315111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2335458534640315111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2335458534640315111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2335458534640315111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1512026357883772461</id><published>2008-01-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:27:21.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with presentation!!!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;DONE&lt;br /&gt;WITH&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming back to S'pore and there's nothing in my path to stop me anymore!!! NGARH HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the presentation wasn't that bad. It was held in a seminar room with only about 25 people. But of course all our supervisors were these to frighten us so... The whole of Eve's Bioassay Lab didn't turn up, only a handful came - bless the poor girl, she was so stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuttering a bit due my nerves (as usual) but I thought it went pretty well. I managed to crack a few jokes here and there, and people were amused with my gifs...so that distracted them a bit. We had refreshments after the presentations which included steak and fruits so I was pretty happy with that. My supervisor was satisfied with my presentation so I was pretty happy with that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum things up, I'm a pretty happy girl now, with thoughts of returning to S'pore floating freely in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still quite a few things I have to wrap up here in Thailand before leaving so I shall spend the last few days doing so. I will miss BIOTEC, all the people here and Thailand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I will miss my woon sen. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm having a sore throat now so I may be bringing viruses/bacteria back to S'pore as additional souvenirs. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1512026357883772461?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1512026357883772461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1512026357883772461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1512026357883772461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1512026357883772461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/done-with-presentation.html' title='Done with presentation!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6834907028397716472</id><published>2008-01-20T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:47:23.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation = Dead!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to go back to S'pore to see my friends and family again, but I don't want Tuesday to come. Am I contradicting myself? Of course, cause I'm doing a presentation -along with the others- at BIOTEC as our farewell announcement. I'm pretty sure there'll be tons of people going to listen to us stutter; come on, the whole of Eve's Bioassay lab is going to support her. She thinks otherwise of that decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have mixed feelings about the presentation itself. How bad can it get? These people here hardly understand English. I was thinking of just bamboozling my way through, don't care whether they understand my English or not! Then again, all the researchers and PhD holders that will be turning up will understand all my nonsense... It's a 15-20 minute presentation, it ain't too long...but there'll be at least 40 people there... Get my point? I fell asleep yesterday night preparing my script in my head and ended up dreaming of school and lessons. =___=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird to say, I think I miss my dog the most of all the people back home (yes, I treat my pooch as a person, got a problem with that?). I've been obsessively muttering about how I will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sa yang&lt;/span&gt; him when I get back and a pang of dog-sickness hit me when I saw the puppies at Chatuchak yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... And I think I'm falling sick. I keep feeling feverish and all dizzy. Maybe it's all the stress from the MP report and presentation? I just want to return to S'pore and sleep and eat my mom's home-cooked food. T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6834907028397716472?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6834907028397716472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6834907028397716472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6834907028397716472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6834907028397716472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/presentation-dead.html' title='Presentation = Dead!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1198798646197588480</id><published>2008-01-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:59:16.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Between Eve and Cheryl 1</title><content type='html'>CONVERSATION BETWEEN EVE AND CHERYL 5 MINS AGO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: *places arm against Cheryl's arm* "I'm so fair"&lt;br /&gt;        * turns arm over to show underarm* "No...here's whiter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: *turns to show underarm too* "Mine's fairer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: "My upperarm is darker...but I bet my underarm is fairer than your underarm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: " You should see my breasts. They're the fairest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: "Ohh yeah, mine too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above conversation took place in the Bioassay's Assistant Researchers Room, BIOTEC in all seriousness before being interrupted with insane laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1198798646197588480?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1198798646197588480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1198798646197588480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1198798646197588480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1198798646197588480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/conversation-between-eve-and-cheryl-1.html' title='Conversation Between Eve and Cheryl 1'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-818491273145989179</id><published>2008-01-17T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:43:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-opening</title><content type='html'>Yo people, I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to those who were -and still are- traumatized from excessive viewage of my damaged toe *cough* but it's all healed now. Hmm... but I've still got other damaged toes to show so I shall keep the icky stuff for later...when I'm feeling sadistic. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did up the blog a bit, got sick of the previous template. Not like I visited my blog much during the 4 months here in Thailand though. I was too busy growing E.coli cells and sucking all the protein out of the little guys! And watching anime and Jdorama too... Check out the new list. I think I diffused a bit of OCD from Eve ( the girl declares her undying love for me on an hourly basis). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not going to write much now. Just rushed out a 40 page MP report yesterday so the big squishy boss up there is feeling a little wrung (kinda like a sponge), and I'm still recovering from the toxication I suffered from this morning by stupidly hanging around the Drug Discovery Lab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more tomorrow or something... Let me go claim my health insurance first, I think I'm going to die soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-818491273145989179?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/818491273145989179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=818491273145989179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/818491273145989179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/818491273145989179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/re-opening.html' title='Re-opening'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4655535266637610372</id><published>2007-10-29T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:35:04.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Bloody toe</title><content type='html'>Ngarh ha ha, I shall blog about something icky today! Partly because I'm not allowed to blog about my SIP and MP (and that's all what I've doing for the past few weeks, I have no life XP) and partly because I wanna gross everyone who visits my blog out! MWAH HA HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... You have been warned... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bloody little right toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa68msZOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4cfupHT3Thw/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa68msZOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4cfupHT3Thw/s320/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126603719578510562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand... another close-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa7cmsZPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GnU50T4hSuU/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa7cmsZPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GnU50T4hSuU/s320/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126603728168445170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngarh ha ha, you must be asking how I got my bloody toe. Well, I was innocently walking towards the labs from my dorm via the carpark and this hexagonal rock (yes, they have hexagonal rocks placed all over the carpark to try to kill people... or their toes) popped up and I tripped on the damn thing. I swear, it wasn't painful or anything, I was just mildly surprised. Then I looked down and... "Oh shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa8MmsZQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/53a1AHTj7Jg/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa8MmsZQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/53a1AHTj7Jg/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126603741053347074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa8cmsZRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LMCYZ2H5cYw/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa8cmsZRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LMCYZ2H5cYw/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126603745348314386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 pics are what it looks like after 1 day of healing and cleaning up with water and Dettol Antiseptic. Still looks nasty, mwah ha ha, fit for Halloween!!! And it only hurts when I sleep and I snuggle under my comforter which squishes the shit outta it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks papa and mummy for the iPod Touch! I' sooo touched (no pun intended)!!! XD They bought it for my birthday, which is...err... in 2 days time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ngarh ha ha-ing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4655535266637610372?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4655535266637610372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4655535266637610372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4655535266637610372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4655535266637610372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloody-toe.html' title='Bloody toe'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RyVa68msZOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4cfupHT3Thw/s72-c/DSC00410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-2740270290621630420</id><published>2007-10-18T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:16:03.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>OMG... So long never update...</title><content type='html'>Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been updating for SOOOO long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) Simply too busy. I'm serious, I'm being worked like a slave here. Especially this week, with all my protocols and stuff (heh heh, company secret, cannot say). It's always run here, bulldoze there, zoom here, zip there, you get the idea. Sometimes, I don't even have the time to take out my laptop from the bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Internet connection in the dorm sucks. Yes, even though I paid for it, the signal in my room is always very weak. So whenever I'm on MSN, it just allows me to talk for a few minutes then -ZIP-... that's it, cut off from the english-speaking civilisation. And if MSN doesn't even work, forget about updating my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You wanna read about my shopping sprees on my weekends and experiments on my weekdays? Seriously, it's not that interesting. Ohhh, except that I just remembered, the only places I've been going is Chatuchak market, central Bangkok (MBK, Siam Square there) and Future Park and that we are not allowed to post ANYTHING about the company and the stuff we do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I admit it, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will try my best to update on the more interesting (and allowed) stuff... like the time when Evelyn's supervisor, Dr Vanicha brought us to Chinatown to walk (we did a lot of that...walking)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, now off I go to continue my experiments... @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*barrels off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2740270290621630420?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2740270290621630420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2740270290621630420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2740270290621630420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2740270290621630420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-so-long-never-update.html' title='OMG... So long never update...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7863513291633654612</id><published>2007-09-20T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:47:26.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Tour of BIOTEC</title><content type='html'>Oooookay, I'm finally freed from my duties for today so here I am, using the facility's WiFi to update, MWA HA HA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe it, I didn't even get to touch Labbie for the whole of today until now. Usually, before I start work, I'll be in the room checking my mail and downloading anime from CrunchyRoll. But apparently today, the moment I stepped into the room, my supervisor aka P. Goong (Thai Nickname) burst in and dragged me off immediately to start on my cell cultures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promised a tour of BIOTEC right? Pics coming up, don't worry, I only took pictures of the places that are opened to the public. The locked areas like the X-Ray room I am in right now and the labs are excluded, to protect me from the law (or whatever) infringement thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJFDE0PJ2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lXWeGQZ3Ruc/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJFDE0PJ2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lXWeGQZ3Ruc/s320/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112224446153697122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the right side up, I know but I have been fiddling with the stupid picture and I can't fix it. So crane your necks y'all or turn your com's monitor screen. Whatever works for you. Let's start with BIOTEC's directory (even though you can't see the writing clearly, I don't care, ngah ha ha) which lists all the offices and departments on the different floors of the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJF8E0PJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Pxh0EgmIrOk/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJF8E0PJ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Pxh0EgmIrOk/s320/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112225425406240626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the right hand side of the lobby. If you squint hard enough, you can actually see Cafe D'Oro which is the cafe me and Evelyn go to eat breakfast every morning. Yes, we do eat food in the morning so we are NOT starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJF8U0PJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FS4ukJezFz0/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJF8U0PJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FS4ukJezFz0/s320/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112225429701207938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the left hand side of the lobby, with the receptionist and the and the flashy video displays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJHMU0PJ5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/r2GN7ckR1bI/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJHMU0PJ5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/r2GN7ckR1bI/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112226804090742674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you walk further in, you'll reach like a main hall area. Funky tiles huh? Tilt your heads you guys! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJHMk0PJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/XSD1JxohErU/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJHMk0PJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/XSD1JxohErU/s320/DSC01183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112226808385709986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd floor, where 2 incredibly comfortable couches are placed with a water dispenser. Eve and I always head to the couches after lunch to relax for a while and to steal water back. Hey, Thailand's tap water isn't potable and we weren't provided a kettle ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJJF00PJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i_3K5y5_Zkw/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJJF00PJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i_3K5y5_Zkw/s320/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228891444848562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better pic of the comfy couches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJJGE0PJ8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6JJAf9K948s/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJJGE0PJ8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6JJAf9K948s/s320/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228895739815874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you walk up the stairs to the corridors outside the private labs, it looks like this. Very white and sterile right? Trust me, you can spot cleaners mopping the floors 24/7. Always. Without fail. There's an irony to it, I will tell you guys in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJJGU0PJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0msjcIdYN_I/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJJGU0PJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0msjcIdYN_I/s320/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228900034783186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. If you look hard enough, you can spot the only single staircase that leads to all floors and all labs! Funky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJMzk0PJ-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hW-1W5zcH74/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJMzk0PJ-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hW-1W5zcH74/s320/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112232975958747106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the corridor OUTSIDE the BIOTEC area that leads to the canteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJM0E0PJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pu7q-VIlE44/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJM0E0PJ_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pu7q-VIlE44/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112232984548681714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beautiful scenery outside the corridors, lining the research buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough, I think I'm gonna be chased out soon for staying too long in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zips off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7863513291633654612?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7863513291633654612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7863513291633654612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7863513291633654612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7863513291633654612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/tour-of-biotec.html' title='Tour of BIOTEC'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RvJFDE0PJ2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lXWeGQZ3Ruc/s72-c/DSC01187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-1356641300130672936</id><published>2007-09-19T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:29:51.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Tour of BIOTEC: Prelude</title><content type='html'>My God, I can't believe I forgot to bring my iBook charger to the labs! Damn it. You know what that means: Labbie is running low right now so I can't upload the pictures that I have just taken of BIOTEC, Thailand. I wanted to give you guys a tour of the research facility but...err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X-ray Diffraction room that I always hang out in is now filled with professors discussing about a novel protein conformation, which means I had to excuse myself out of the room...which resulted in me having spare time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be trying to get the internet connection up in my dorm so there'll be much better updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt a few new Thai words (for the time being, I have to be satisfied with just gesturing and nodding whenever I try to buy something. I feel like a goddamn mute) like "Kao Pat Kai" which means Fried Rice with Chicken (don't ask me why I learn these kind of words), "Zhai Yen Yen" which means cool-headed and "Bah Kin Kao" which means "let's go have a meal". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to upload the pics soon, so hang in there y'all! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think I'm coming down with a sore throat. Dang it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*la la la~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1356641300130672936?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1356641300130672936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1356641300130672936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1356641300130672936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1356641300130672936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/tour-of-biotec-prelude.html' title='Tour of BIOTEC: Prelude'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7027981517323033798</id><published>2007-09-18T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:29:58.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A Post Finally... in Thailand</title><content type='html'>Ok everyone, I know I suck for not updating BUT! But I have a valid reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no goddamn wireless connection at my dorm and unless I want to stay overnight in the laboratory, I won't get to update this blog. Only the BIOTEC labs have the free WiFi system, and so can you guess what I am doing now? Yes, I am typing this while rotting my ass off in the X-Ray Diffraction room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do a long-winded kind of thing now, but just know that I got to the research facility safe and am now coping well. The first week here was hectic - there were so many things to learn, so many experiments protocols to go through and do, and adapting to the extremely depressing 8 am to 5 pm lifestyle here. Yes, my SIP started immediately on the day I arrived in Bangkok, right after lunch. Talk about making full use of cheap labour, no wait, FREE labour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course some stuff is kind of expected, like being stuck in the lab for almost the whole day and returning to the dorms at night only to collapse on the bed, fast asleep, but there were other unexpected stuff like... well, like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;*cough* being a total jerk and more or less making my life miserable. Even now, guess why I have the time to type this post out? Well, it's because of that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;! SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally like the department I'm working in. My supervisor's super nice even though she kinda have mood swings (like happy and laughing at one moment whilst all solemn/serious the next) and my mentor working under her is also super nice. He's kinda cute too, but that's another story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, went to the Chatuchak weekend market last Saturday, walked till I nearly fainted from the intense heat and the lack of oxygen! But here are some photos! Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-Lp97Bd3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/D57z6N27VVE/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-Lp97Bd3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/D57z6N27VVE/s320/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111457655201822578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, they were selling bunnies in costumes! They were so cute but I felt so sorry for them. One was even dying in one corner, all adorned in her pretty clothes. Sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-LqN7Bd4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/1IwrjBg_moc/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-LqN7Bd4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/1IwrjBg_moc/s320/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111457659496789890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And puppies were for sale too! Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-Lqt7Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TJ5En8F8t7s/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-Lqt7Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TJ5En8F8t7s/s320/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111457668086724498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little one was lying, splayed out, with a little red ribbon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now. Excuse me while I go hurl imaginary vulgarities at that someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pissed but grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7027981517323033798?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7027981517323033798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7027981517323033798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7027981517323033798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7027981517323033798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-finally-in-thailand.html' title='A Post Finally... in Thailand'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Ru-Lp97Bd3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/D57z6N27VVE/s72-c/DSC01178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-3091561514585723685</id><published>2007-09-06T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:55:56.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Flyaway Michael + Many errands done= Tired Cheryl</title><content type='html'>Heh, I'm heeeeere again! Feeling much better today... Anyways, you should see my title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flyaway Michael + Many errands done = Tired Cheryl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it! XD It promptly describes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we all trooped down to Terminal 1, Changi Airport at 8 am in the morning to see Michael off, only to find out that his flight was delayed by an hour. Or more like, all the flights to Australia were delayed by 1 hour. Forest fires maybe? So off we trooped to T2's McD for breakfast, at which I realized that Han Yin ate food at a snail's pace. Well, I kinda knew that already but...this morning's hotcakes were going down his throat so slowly, it was painful to watch. XD But his eyes, nevertheless, was 'expressionful' so... *snicker*...kids, don't learn the English here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I felt a slight twinge of loss when Michael walked through the gentry, grinning like an idiot. It's like I'm feeling sorry that he and the rest of the Aussie OSIP people had to go. And Han Yin was visibly depressed about his 'my-girl' leaving so here's to hoping that he won't burst out into loud tears when it's our turn to leave. After which, we hung out at the viewing gallery and lusted for the transit terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus back home, and was just in time to pick up my Dad's call back home to complain that he was hungry. So I was whisked off for lunch where I went to this Hong Kong Restaurant and had this GIGANTIC mango ice-kachang! Man, that thing was huge!!! It took the combined effort (and nonstop eating) from my dad, mom and me to finish it... and we all got brain freeze after that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mom and I went to the John Little sale at S'pore Expo, where I launched into a T-shirt trying frenzy and started whipping shirts after shirts over my head in front of everybody. There wasn't any fitting rooms ok??? Bought some pretty cheap stuff (free actually cause Mommy dearest paid for me, kyaa!!!) and wanted to skip over to the Times Bookstore fair next door but there wasn't enough time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was East Point. I collected K550i-chan and didn't have to pay a cent because of the warranty but unfortunately, I was served by this Indian guy who was sniffling (stop spreading viruses for heaven's sake!!!) nonstop throughout the whole collection and who obsessed unnecessarily about the warranty card's date... =____= He should see the doctor, for more than reason. Miraculously, K550i-chan didn't suffer from the hypothesized amnesia and came back to me with everything intact! She just had her keypad foil changed and it would have costed me $50 but it was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a new pair of specs! So people, those of you who are seeing me and the rest off, you'll get to see me in my spanking new funky specs! MWA HA HA!!! Damn cool lah, some more got magnetic clip-on shades to add to my sophistication! Oh drats, all that Singlish. XD My mom offered to pay $140 after my whining/coercing which means I only have to pay $60. Happy day!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home and had dinner. I was suppose to pop by Liu Jia's house later at night to have coffee with her but I was too tired. So I'm going tomorrow morning to teach her how to make a good cuppa' mocha and to participate in some Bobo-lovin'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, I just read Sak's blog about the NAPFA and I totally agree with her about that #@$%*&amp;^ incline flex arm hang station!!! I was so freaking pissed with the girls in charge that I was shaking after I completed my turn. They were so obviously bias! The "beach" at the station I did marked me down so many times while the other one at the other station wasn't even looking at the student when she was counting. All freaks of nature, they are... *fowl mood* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends this lengthy post. And I want to zzzzz already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... One more thing! Here's 2 pics of my favourite Arrancar from Bleach, dedicated to Charmaine!!! He's a cosplayer by the way, but he looks smashing doesn't he? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rt_0CGnqVaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SmHt_L6Xm6s/s1600-h/P1020147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rt_0CGnqVaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SmHt_L6Xm6s/s320/P1020147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107068819435312546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rt_2UGnqVcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OfQljw3LxOA/s1600-h/P1020148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rt_2UGnqVcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OfQljw3LxOA/s320/P1020148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107071327696213442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glomps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3091561514585723685?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3091561514585723685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3091561514585723685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3091561514585723685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3091561514585723685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/flyaway-michael-many-errands-done-tired.html' title='Flyaway Michael + Many errands done= Tired Cheryl'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rt_0CGnqVaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SmHt_L6Xm6s/s72-c/P1020147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-4229817973836759479</id><published>2007-09-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:34:13.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>NAPFA done</title><content type='html'>It has finally arrived... The time when everyone is leaving this little red spot. I'm going to the airport to see Michael off tomorrow morning and Aloysius will be leaving the next day. I'm sure the rest of the China internship students are leaving anytime soon too, and us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say that the next time I maybe posting in Thailand already. 4 more days if I'm not wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny feeling I'm having now, of everyone parting ways for the coming 5 months...Or maybe because of today's NAPFA, I'm feeling slightly under the weather (heat stroke???)... It was freaking hot when they made us do the stations, thankfully the run was done in the evening. My English is baring the brunt of today's activities, I keep typing wrong words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. I'm done with NAPFA too. I guess it wasn't as stressful as those times in Secondary school cause for this time, we girls aren't required to pass. I mean, it would have been nice to get a silver or bronze but my friggin' shuttle run pulled me down. Like I've described before, I was like a spluttering engine during the run - cannot start up and accelerate at all. It was utterly humiliating. We did cam whore a while after the whole thing but my poor K550i-chan is currently under repair. I will be fetching her home tomorrow. And she will return to me with amnesia. Sad. The sadder thing? I've got no pics to display here. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the topic, I wonder how I'll feel tomorrow as I watch Michael disappear into the gentry. Not that I'm partial to him or anything but it signifies the leaving of everyone. It's like the beginning of a chapter, and there is no telling what will happen to us for the next 5 months. I'm feeling a buzzing numbness now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... *blanks out* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, maybe the next time I post, I will be ranting about Thai stuff, or maybe I'll pop by on Sunday night to unleash all my anxiousness via my longwindedness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in no shape to type tonight. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anxiousness and longwindedness?! Seriously, what's up with my English..?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stones with drool*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4229817973836759479?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4229817973836759479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4229817973836759479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4229817973836759479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4229817973836759479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/napfa-done.html' title='NAPFA done'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-2013729189219333882</id><published>2007-09-02T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:40:53.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>OSIP</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I am SOO overwhelmed with the things I have to do before I fly off in a week's time! Thankfully I have got some done, let me organize some stuff here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things completed: &lt;br /&gt;1. Borrowed lab coat from Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;2. Acquired VISA and air tickets&lt;br /&gt;3. Got medication ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things NOT completed:&lt;br /&gt;1. Packing the luggage&lt;br /&gt;2. Changing money (a month's worth)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pack my room (clear notes, throw away useless stuff, clean it up for my dad to use)&lt;br /&gt;4. Read up on some proteomics work (something tells me I won't do this)&lt;br /&gt;5. WASH STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; shoes (covered)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; lab coats&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; clothes (jacket too)&lt;br /&gt;6. Discuss with OSIP people when/where to meet&lt;br /&gt;7. Hand labtop to Eve&lt;br /&gt;8. Going out with friends and parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this by this week... Not forgetting I have SIP briefing on Monday (God knows where and when), NAPFA on Wednesday and a family dinner...err, later today... @____@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2013729189219333882?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2013729189219333882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2013729189219333882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2013729189219333882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2013729189219333882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/osip.html' title='OSIP'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-2270554023523229139</id><published>2007-09-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:31:26.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Owari desu</title><content type='html'>Waa! WAA!! WAAHHAAHHAA!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owari desu, zenbu owari desu yo! And to hack with the one-sentence thing for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it, I've just completed my last exams to be taken in TP. Trust me, I'm still reeling from shock, I feel mentally numb cos I'm still expecting myself to whip out some notes and continue studying. Exams always do this to me, I feel like I haven't finished it yet, my body's still in mugging mode. Which is bad, cause I tend to stare into space more under this kind of condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, while I recover, I shall share about one of the best chalets experience I have ever had. It was just a simple gathering of a bunch of close friends, about 14 people and I was impressed. I thought chalets were generally boring, especially after the first few hours, but hmm... Proved me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ was the best - there was enough, ok, more than enough food and the stuff was GOOD! The girls didn't have to do the cooking for once, and the guys took over and served us food, without even our prompting. Everyone was just spouting lame/cold jokes(lame siah) and having a fun time, without any pretense. There was love (obviously provided by Eve and Disk) and friendship (everyone rocked). My fav would have to be the marshmellow roasting part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Dr Lim popped by, much to our amusement. And he was there when we got out the birthday cake, sang the mutated birthday song and tried to beat some ojisans at 'Yam Seng-ing'. There was leftover cream, so we did what we would do naturally - play a forfeit game, and smear cream on the loser. I, sadly, was one of the losers but I got my revenge when I did Dr Lim in and fashionably placed a blob of choc cream on his nose tip. *snaps picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie marathon wasn't my cup of tea, so I conked out after watching 2 hours of Nodame Cantabile with Mei Qi. It wasn't easy to sleep with all the laughing, but I managed a bit. Then went for a walk with her at 2.30 am along the beach. It was nice, cos we got to see people prawning (I thought they were fishing) and it was all clean, clear and quiet under that vast black sheet of a night sky... Both of us sat at the breakwaters, and discussed about trivial stuff whilst trying to cam whore with the moon. Then I met a cat, well, 2 cats on the way back so... here's a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RtmSZ2nqVZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gAfDF7M_9mg/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RtmSZ2nqVZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gAfDF7M_9mg/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272625457419666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back all tired, everyone was asleep except for a few guys watching Ocean's 13. We finally got a space on the beds when some of them left to watch the sun rise and I zoned out for about 2.5 hours... After which I awoke suddenly to some loud snoring and a pained look from Javen. It was hilarious! I have discovered the sleeping patterns of half of my buddies, so much entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed up, went home, slept intermittently throughout the day and am downright shagged right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2270554023523229139?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2270554023523229139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2270554023523229139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2270554023523229139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2270554023523229139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/09/owari-desu.html' title='Owari desu'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RtmSZ2nqVZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gAfDF7M_9mg/s72-c/DSC00896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-6424790193451893791</id><published>2007-08-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:44:16.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Sentence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>27/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>I think my Math skills got worse over these 3 years - can't do the BPT calculations at all. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine! I'm gonna break the one-sentence rule thing to do a short post. Since Mei Qi has her dog's pic up in her blog, I might as well do so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RtLihGnqVYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a49aGrspVxE/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RtLihGnqVYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a49aGrspVxE/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390386104718722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And TA DA!!! The lovely moi and my dog! In my messy room. He was just wandering, innocently into the deathtrap, when I spotted him and pounced on him for the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, guess his name. And guess his age. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhhh, I love my pooch... ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6424790193451893791?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6424790193451893791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6424790193451893791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6424790193451893791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6424790193451893791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/278-sentence.html' title='27/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RtLihGnqVYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a49aGrspVxE/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-1048652561533634906</id><published>2007-08-26T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:19:17.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Sentence'/><title type='text'>26/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>I feel like dying - BPT is killing me and if I don't croak, RTechB will finish the job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1048652561533634906?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1048652561533634906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1048652561533634906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1048652561533634906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1048652561533634906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/268-sentence.html' title='26/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8515061526784339819</id><published>2007-08-25T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:20:52.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>25/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>Studying causes acute conjunctivitis and swollen lower eyelids for me... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminator: "I'll be back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8515061526784339819?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8515061526784339819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8515061526784339819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8515061526784339819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8515061526784339819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/258-sentence.html' title='25/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1774311593448653951</id><published>2007-08-20T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:43:58.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>5 Loaves 2 Fishes</title><content type='html'>5 Loaves and Two Fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy of 13&lt;br /&gt;Was on his way to school&lt;br /&gt;He heard a crowd of people laughing&lt;br /&gt;And he went to take a look&lt;br /&gt;Thousands were listening&lt;br /&gt;To the stories of one man&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with such wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Even the kids could understand&lt;br /&gt;The hours passed so quickly&lt;br /&gt;The day turned into night&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was hungry&lt;br /&gt;But there was no food in sight&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked in his lunchbox&lt;br /&gt;At the little that he had&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't sure what good it'd do&lt;br /&gt;There were thousands to be fed&lt;br /&gt;But he saw the twinkling eyes of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;the kindness in his smile&lt;br /&gt;and the boy cried out with a trust of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;Take my 5 loaves and 2 fishes&lt;br /&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Take my fears, my inefficients&lt;br /&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;You can use it all, to feed them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think about that boy&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling small&lt;br /&gt;And I worry that the work I do means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And every single tear I cry&lt;br /&gt;Is a diamond in his hands&lt;br /&gt;And every door that slams in my face&lt;br /&gt;I would offer up in prayer&lt;br /&gt;So I give you every breath that I have&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, you can work miracles&lt;br /&gt;All you need is my Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my 5 loaves and 2 fishes&lt;br /&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Take my fears, my inefficients&lt;br /&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;You can use it all&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in you (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my 5 loaves and 2 fishes&lt;br /&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;Take my fears, my inefficients&lt;br /&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;You can use it all&lt;br /&gt;No gift is too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rsj_hGnqVXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m2UE1QPhroE/s1600-h/mar0605d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rsj_hGnqVXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m2UE1QPhroE/s320/mar0605d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100607522174817650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song by Corrinne May, in Beautiful Seed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1774311593448653951?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1774311593448653951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1774311593448653951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1774311593448653951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1774311593448653951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-loaves-2-fishes.html' title='5 Loaves 2 Fishes'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rsj_hGnqVXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m2UE1QPhroE/s72-c/mar0605d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-8987491074271798589</id><published>2007-08-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:17:50.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Yoda's Letter</title><content type='html'>"From: Jedi Master, Yoda&lt;div&gt;To: Cheryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings, young one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advice, I am giving you now. Neglect this blog, you must, in the favour of completing your Nintendo games and cheesy Taiwanese dramas. Ignore too the exams, you will but fear not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the Force be with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, I've put up the notice. So I will, hence, be missing from here for a few weeks, unless the exams drive me nuts and unleashes my weird ranting moods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8987491074271798589?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8987491074271798589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8987491074271798589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8987491074271798589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8987491074271798589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/yodas-letter.html' title='Yoda&apos;s Letter'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1211222928603428127</id><published>2007-08-17T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:50:11.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Letter to Labbie</title><content type='html'>Letter to my dearest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Labbie,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       How have you been doing? What's been going on around the *shiro-gang? I don't mean to criticize you or anything but have you been lagging too much lately? Why are you loading stuff so slowly?! Now now... Don't be disobedient. If not, I'll have to REFORMAT you, MWA HA HA! Yes, that is a threat so stop emitting sparks at your screen's corner. It is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hmm... You say it's because of your fever and the way I made you memorize too much stuff? Well, maybe I have been over-heating you BUT you're suppose to be good at memorizing stuff! I mean, hell, you literally have a photographic memory! So stop pushing the blame to others. And I treat you good ok? No one else has shared a bed with me except you. I've even rolled off the bed a few times because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ohh wait. Hey... You really are loading much faster, once I've switched to Safari! Do you hate Firefox that much? Blah blah blah, what a class of your own and belonging to the more sophisticated family of Macs?! All tosh, but I guess I won't have to reformat you... Heh, maybe only. Come to think of it, I just reformatted you half a year ago, not fun ok? Maybe I ought to get your monitor fixed but it's too expensive. Hear this, my dad actually asked me to take Samsung instead of you but I rejected his suggestion flat down cause I love you too much! Heh, what's with that smirk? XD&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       But anyways, I hope you're coping well with all of DS-kun's ROM games that I've been downloading. Don't worry, your memory won't run out cos I'm depositing most of the files into your super huge cousin, the external hard drive. He really is the BLACK sheep in the family aye? But he's better than you at memorizing so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       To go out-of-topic for a moment, I forgot to post yesterday's sentence so here it is: 16/8 Sentence. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"What kind of sadistic thoughts actually runs through Mr Paul's mind when he sets our exam papers?!"&lt;/span&gt; Ok, that's technically a question but that's not the point. THE POINT IS, HOW DOES HE EXPECT US TO DO THAT KIND OF PAPER?!? I mean, gosh, the 20 mark essay question nearly killed me (my own hard drive was overflowing-out of control-with information) and most of the questions' answers can't be found in the notes. God, he even came up with a formula for the scaffold's degradation rate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm still not done with Mei Qi's brother - he's getting hotter by the minute. The latest I've found out about him is that he is at least 1.8 m tall and he inspects ATMs over the weekend. Is that cool or what? I mean, Labbie, how many people can you find on the net that is 1.8m tall and checks money machines for a living?! Regretfully, I have forgotten his name so I'll appreciate it if you would hook up with Er Jie's mute com and get more details for me about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this off, I'll like to inform you that W550i-chan is still rockin' my world (cause you don't have a built-in cam and I can't camwhore with you) though her keypads are still a little stuck and I'm working DS-kun's ass off by trying to complete all my recently downloaded games. Poor dude is becoming faulty I think, cos occasionally he can't seem to sense his emulator. Ahh well, since you 3 are mostly hooked up to each other, continue to work on your compatibilities ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care, and stay away from the viruses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shiro= white, in Jap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1211222928603428127?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1211222928603428127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1211222928603428127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1211222928603428127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1211222928603428127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-to-labbie.html' title='Letter to Labbie'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1911924833782274541</id><published>2007-08-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:06:31.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Sentence'/><title type='text'>15/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>We are all gonna come back for graduation with different accents (Thai, Australian &amp; Indian)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1911924833782274541?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1911924833782274541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1911924833782274541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1911924833782274541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1911924833782274541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/158-sentence.html' title='15/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-2916310878309344250</id><published>2007-08-14T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:44:45.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Sentence'/><title type='text'>14/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>Never knew filling up a VISA form could be that comical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2916310878309344250?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2916310878309344250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2916310878309344250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2916310878309344250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2916310878309344250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/148-sentence.html' title='14/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5568894773688981043</id><published>2007-08-13T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:36:30.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Sentence'/><title type='text'>13/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>The most stressful 14 minutes of my life doing the LAST Prac test, and Yeemon sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5568894773688981043?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5568894773688981043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5568894773688981043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5568894773688981043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5568894773688981043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/138-sentence.html' title='13/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4827776171471825273</id><published>2007-08-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:46:18.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Me Quiz!</title><content type='html'>Oohhuh!!! I have just created a quiz on myself (which clearly shows that I'm SO old-fashioned and have only done so when everyone was raving about that a few months ago) and would like to invite whoever who dares to try to take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't gonna be easy. *evil smirk* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/net/caq/quiz.html?id=13380168"&gt;How well do you know me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozo! Gambatte, minna-san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4827776171471825273?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4827776171471825273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4827776171471825273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4827776171471825273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4827776171471825273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-quiz.html' title='Me Quiz!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-237730265536392151</id><published>2007-08-12T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:00:45.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Sentence'/><title type='text'>12/8 Sentence</title><content type='html'>Backache from dancing too much and splitting lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-237730265536392151?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/237730265536392151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=237730265536392151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/237730265536392151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/237730265536392151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/128-sentence.html' title='12/8 Sentence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3988743360586501842</id><published>2007-08-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:11:22.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Zombie dance</title><content type='html'>Ohh my God, what a sense of accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially learnt the Haruhi Suzumiya dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do not underestimate that short dance, cause it takes the shizz outta' ya! My gosh, by the time I was done, I was positively sweating torrents IN AN AIRCON ROOM and my heart rate was like a rat's. The movements are all so fast and here, there, everywhere!  I was like swiveling my hips and jabbing the air with my fingers at the same time... Not an easy feat for someone born with 2 left feet! XD KYAA! Anyone wanna see my dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys should watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiJa8PgHi-g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiJa8PgHi-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These zombies pack a pretty impressive set of moves. I love the dancing Freddy, though The Scream was somewhat amusing to watch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have decided! I shall do the 1-sentence post thing! It's quite interesting, the problem is that whether I can remember to log in everyday and post that one sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3988743360586501842?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3988743360586501842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3988743360586501842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3988743360586501842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3988743360586501842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/zombie-dance.html' title='Zombie dance'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4021331355155837487</id><published>2007-08-09T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:51:47.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Funny Bible</title><content type='html'>These come from a Catholic elementary school where the kids are asked questions about the Bible.  The statements were written by the children and were not changed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BIBLE, GUINESSIS. GOD GOT TIRED OF CREATING THE WORLD SO HE TOOK THE SABBATH OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ADAM AND EVE WERE CREATED FROM AN APPLE TREE. NOAH'S WIFE WAS JOAN OF ARK. NOAH BUILT AND ARK AND THE ANIMALS CAME ON IN PEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LOTS WIFE WAS A PILLAR OF SALT DURING THE DAY, BUT A BALL OF FIRE DURING THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE JEWS WERE A PROUD PEOPLE AND THROUGHOUT HISTORY THEY HAD TROUBLE WITH UNSYMPATHETIC GENITALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SAMPSON WAS A STRONGMAN WHO LET HIMSELF BE LED ASTRAY BY A JEZEBEL LIKE DELILAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SAMSON SLAYED THE PHILISTINES WITH THE AXE OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MOSES LED THE JEWS TO THE RED SEA ! WHERE THEY MADE UNLEAVENED BREAD WHICH IS BREAD WITHOUT ANY INGREDIENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE EGYPTIANS WERE ALL DROWNED IN THE DESSERT. AFTERWARDS, MOSES WENT UP TO MOUNT CYANIDE TO GET THE TEN COMMANDMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST COMMANDMENTS WAS WHEN EVE TOLD ADAM TO EAT THE APPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT IS THOU SHALT NOT ADMIT ADULTERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. MOSES DIED BEFORE HE EVER REACHED CANADA THEN JOSHUA LED THE HEBREWS IN THE BATTLE OF GERITOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE GREATEST MIRICLE IN THE BIBLE IS WHEN JOSHUA TOLD HIS SON TO STAND STILL AND HE OBEYED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DAVID WAS A HEBREW KING WHO WAS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE LIAR. HE FOUGHT THE FINKELSTEINS, A RACE OF PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN BIBLICAL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. SOLOMON, ONE OF DAVIDS SONS, HAD 300 WIVES AND 700 PORCUPINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHEN MARY HEARD SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF JESUS, SHE SANG THE MAGNA CARTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHEN THE THREE WISE GUYS FROM THE EAST SIDE ARRIVED THEY FOUND JESUS IN THE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. JESUS WAS BORN BECAUSE MARY HAD AN IMMACULATE CONTRAPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ST. JOHN THE BLACKSMITH DUMPED WATER ON HIS HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. JESUS ENUNCIATED THE GOLDEN RULE, WHICH SAYS TO DO UNTO OTHERS BEFORE THEY DO ONE TO YOU. HE ALSO EXPLAINED A MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY SWEAT ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IT WAS A MIRICLE WHEN JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND MANAGED TO GET THE TOMBSTONE OFF THE ENTRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THE LORD WERE CALLED THE 12 DECIBELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. THE EPISTELS WERE THE WIVES OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ONE OF THE OPPOSSUMS WAS ST. MATTHEW WHO WAS ALSO A TAXIMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 ST. PAUL CAVORTED TO CHRISTIANITY, HE PREACHED HOLY ACRIMONY WHICH IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MARRAIGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. CHRISTIANS HAVE ONLY ONE SPOUSE. THIS IS CALLED MONOTONY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4021331355155837487?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4021331355155837487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4021331355155837487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4021331355155837487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4021331355155837487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-bible.html' title='The Funny Bible'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5036039598378554429</id><published>2007-08-09T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:35:42.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Longwinded...</title><content type='html'>Man... "Long-winded"... I just got insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts...so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I KNOW I'm long-winded but actually hearing it from someone else just drives the  point deeper, and it makes me wonder if people actually find reading my blog a bother. Hmm... Maybe I should stop updating (not that I update very often) or maybe I should just enter one-sentence posts. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I killed a mosquito today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like dying. Help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That's two sentences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAYS, since I'm already here, might as well get it all out. Erm, omedeto to Er Jie for passing her driving test and qualifying to be my chauffeur for the next month in her WRX. Yeeps!!! But seriously, congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haven't been up to much lately, just satisfying my intense craving for mangas and animes. And cam-whoring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And totally random but Akira Ishida rocks my socks off y'all!!! XD Sabaku Kyuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blank look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5036039598378554429?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5036039598378554429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5036039598378554429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5036039598378554429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5036039598378554429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/longwinded.html' title='Longwinded...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6261880358262642445</id><published>2007-08-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:30:32.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Mekakushi no Kuri</title><content type='html'>Man, my sister is SO annoying... *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now, downstairs, giggling and squawking in such a high frequency that I hardly believe she is human anymore. I thank my room for its protection it offers me from such a terror and pray that my 5 months away from home will give me my much sought-after peace... =__=;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just done with Mekakushi no Kuri aka Land of the Blindfolded. It is one of THE MOST AMAZING manga that I have ever read. Guess you know what I did for the whole of Saturday yah? Ohh, my logbook, the neglect!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RrVgIMQvD4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/IHb3an_JMWk/s1600-h/LandOfBlind_vol9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RrVgIMQvD4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/IHb3an_JMWk/s320/LandOfBlind_vol9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095084247286222722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is real good, though the summary probably sounds cheesy and cliche. But I urge you to ignore the summary and go on reading it, cos I started it yesterday and couldn't put it down till I completed the whole thing this morning. It goes something like this: Otsuka Kanade is a girl who is able to see a person's future, occasionally, if she touches him/her. Namiki Masahiro, similar to Kanade, is able to look into the future though it requires much effort on his part. Naitou Arou, on the other hand, is able to always see one's past upon contact. How will this romance/supernatural novel unfold as these 3 protagonists' paths cross and encounter events that bind their fate together more closely and teach them the lessons in life that they need to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds corny right? But it's all good, trust me. And the artwork by Tsukuba Sakura is incredible! The characters can actually be told apart -unlike my own artwork, as proven by Liu Jia- and the strokes seem effortless but it all comes together in the most perfect manner. Ahhh... Let me drown in the talent of this wonderful mangaka... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what was my purpose of posting this post...? Err... ... *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yah! A dream!!! I had a dream, a vivid one too. It was weird, like all my dreams are... Umm, something about me traveling in this foreign land and buying phone cards... I know I know, who uses pay phones in this age? But it was strange that I was wondering around this desert town -everything was tan/brown in colour with dust, no greenery, no plants- and approaching this shop to ask about phone cards. I remember: the different cards had different amount of $$$ in them and served different purposes, like the $15 one was for long calls etc. A woman was explaining it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was suddenly looking at computer keyboards, and I wanted to buy one but it was too bulky. The scenario switched and I was making my way out of the town, and it reminded me of a RPG game where you choose different paths to take but they all seem to lead to the same way. I recall loads of sand and rubble and rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it! Heh, hen no yume... It doesn't have anything to do with my current situation but perhaps, it's telling me that I spend too much time with my electronic gadgets. Ahh well, I like noting down my dreams. Waste of time and waste of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blanking out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6261880358262642445?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6261880358262642445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6261880358262642445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6261880358262642445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6261880358262642445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/mekakushi-no-kuri.html' title='Mekakushi no Kuri'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RrVgIMQvD4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/IHb3an_JMWk/s72-c/LandOfBlind_vol9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-8642590411831851923</id><published>2007-08-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:42:58.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Cam whoring</title><content type='html'>Oh my God, I love cam-whoring!!! I love my new phone (yes, even with its incredibly temperamental moodswings aka seemingly faulty keypads)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be equipped with a camera again, and I haven't stopped cam-whoring for these past few days...well, yesterday and today to be exact. So, my future MSN display pictures should be of the cam-whore herself, MWA HA HA!!! And there's nothing you guys can do about it! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, went to Parkway with Evelyn yesterday. I must admit, I felt kinda awkward - simply not used to going out with others except myself, HY, Mei Qi and Charmaine. Hell, I even feel strange sometimes when I walk together with them, must be the loner complex that I have. But it was a nice outing and there were a few strange things that we discovered about our surroundings. Going Thailand with Eve should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn the stupid logbook!!!  =__=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roar*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8642590411831851923?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8642590411831851923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8642590411831851923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8642590411831851923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8642590411831851923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/cam-whoring.html' title='Cam whoring'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4711609487263465535</id><published>2007-08-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:07:30.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Forced to blog...kinda...</title><content type='html'>Got pestered by someone to blog, heh, you know who you are! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes!!! Another thing off my wist list. I finally got my new phone and it comes with blar'dy good functions e.g. radio and media player (rocking my socks off with the powerful bass), 2.0 Megapix camera (it's cam-whoring time my friends), photo blogging abilities etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm loving my Sony Ericsson K550i to bits! Whatever happened to the Motorola model that I wanted...? Ahh well, everyone around me was giving me advice not to get the Motorola set. Hell, even the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; up there gave me a giant nudge by taking away all the other phone models that I was eyeing and placing "Limited stocks available" on this set. Pardon the pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this means that I can do photo blogging while I'm in Thailand and that I can tune in to the local Thai songs... I wonder what songs are hip to them..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got over and done with my CSAS Job Interview too. I felt that it wasn't all that bad - got all personal questions except for one stem cell thingy -  but that is the point that scares me as well. Ms Chew was almost too friendly and informal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school on Monday and Tuesday as well, the current circle of friends I'm with is in a total mess, life has to go on... ...before I die of dengue. I am dead certain, pardon the pun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*messing around with the phone*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4711609487263465535?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4711609487263465535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4711609487263465535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4711609487263465535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4711609487263465535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/08/forced-to-blogkinda.html' title='Forced to blog...kinda...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7625807859807718709</id><published>2007-07-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:15:12.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Thailand's expenses</title><content type='html'>"That will be $310 sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were the size of saucers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not. That was how much my Pops spent yesterday, by buying just the electronic knick-knacks for my OSIP. I seriously thought he would get slaughtered by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sets of web cams: $70+&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with just communicating with them via the e-mail, blog and MSN but apparently, they wanted to see my face and hear my voice too. Not too thrilled with the idea since I'm not too good at face-to-face conversations,  but they insisted that they'll miss me so... My father gets a kick scaring the hell outta' me with his voice blaring over my iBook's speakers. Seriously freaky, you have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lap top bag: $40&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for this too, I was fine with the whole wrap-your-labbie-in-clothes-and-underwear-till-well-protected plan but they wanted to get me one. It was a pretty awesome bag I must say though! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;320 GB External Harddrive: $200&lt;br /&gt;Now this is DA'THANG man! Woots!!! 320 GB, I wonder what I am gonna do with that much space... Probably back up all my documents and programmes. I might as well just throw in all my songs, CDs and videos...and that's still like below a 100 GB. My Western Digital rocks y'all!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how the splurging went. Ohh, and we haven't even gotten the travel insurance yet... Haiz. 1 more month, wonder when my death date is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headache*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7625807859807718709?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7625807859807718709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7625807859807718709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7625807859807718709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7625807859807718709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/thailands-expenses.html' title='Thailand&apos;s expenses'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3903933952915484064</id><published>2007-07-28T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:40:22.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Peach</title><content type='html'>"Peach!&lt;br /&gt;The shape of an upside-down heart&lt;br /&gt;It's a little shaky with one point&lt;br /&gt;So I'll flip it around&lt;br /&gt;And return it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach!&lt;br /&gt;The shape of an upside-down heart&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it's necessary for more power&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do my best&lt;br /&gt;For I'll fall in love with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus to the latest song by Ai Otsuka aka ultimate kawaii-ness! It's also the ending song for the Jap version of Hana Kimi which starres Oguri Shun as that high jump fellow. Heh, sorry, I don't really watch the show so clearly, I've forgotten his name...BUT as you can see, I support the Jap version. The Taiwan version gives me goose bumps. Not good if you're watching the show for about 45 minutes (and that is only for one episode).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the song rocks and the lyrics are wonky in a good way. So enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dancing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3903933952915484064?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3903933952915484064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3903933952915484064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3903933952915484064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3903933952915484064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/peach.html' title='Peach'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1127364541235758331</id><published>2007-07-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:39:40.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Hyde</title><content type='html'>KYAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply have too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyah, Hyde just got smooched by this two fellows and the look on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3C7K1UP03A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3C7K1UP03A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last look on his face: "Hmm.... Maybe I do taste good..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*XD*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1127364541235758331?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1127364541235758331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1127364541235758331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1127364541235758331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1127364541235758331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/hyde.html' title='Hyde'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5584744579815421202</id><published>2007-07-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:19:53.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Say! 7</title><content type='html'>"Say! Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, gotta love the new Jap boy band, Hey! Say! 7. XD I am positively gushing over them right now. &lt;br /&gt;They did the new opening and ending for LoveCom. I admit, at first the songs just sounded weird, and it was kinda funny seeing Otani &amp; Co. blasting through the sky during the chorus, but take away the images and the song actually sounds smashing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys in the group are absolutely cute. My gosh, the youngest is only thirteen lor! And there's this little fellow there who looks a lot like Otani, all kawaii and short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, nothing rocks my world more than them singing about DNA! Yharr, these guys sing about deoxyribonuclease, ha ha ha!!! Tell me, what is cooler then that?! And the dance moves? Check it out yo, damn funky lah! It's astonishing how 13 year olds can actually move like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/showmedia?id=107501&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! Next time, I'm sending my kids to dancing classes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glomps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5584744579815421202?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5584744579815421202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5584744579815421202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5584744579815421202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5584744579815421202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-say-7.html' title='Hey! Say! 7'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-366214147921750750</id><published>2007-07-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:47:07.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Fight!!!</title><content type='html'>I have noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargain Sale = Fighting a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious! You wouldn't believe the throngs of people that were at Metro Tampines Clearance Sale ("Everything must go!"). I went there to complete my shopping list on Friday and Sunday and woah... It's like going to battle with all the aunties and ah-sos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wiggle, and squeeze and barge my way through all those squabbling, clothes-grabbing middle age women.Of course I got elbowed a few times with their incredibly knobbly bags...what kind of material do they use for those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't find the undies that I needed so urgently. You think that in a mega sale  you'll be able to score some cheap butt-clothes but apparently, it wasn't meant to be. All the bras and undies were all mixed up, heaped into several carts. I gave up after digging in the piles for a few minutes... Too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today -Sunday- at the sale, whilst I was just nonchalantly pulling up a pair of pants to try them on, this old lady reached behind me and helped me pull them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I was molested by a granny. At first chills ran up my spine as I blanked out for a while, after which I turned around immediately to confront the culprit. The old granny was grinning and she said : "Just help you pull out the back, you see! All crumpled at the back! You think I want to molest you is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... Yes. I think you just did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she started pulling on all the clothes she wanted to try in front of me and went on to ask me for opinions. I was awed, in a bad way, and so my comments came out all spluttered and jumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty amusing, now when I think back on it. But back then it was pretty traumatizing! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, my period came for the 2nd time this month. Someone said that I might be able to conceive twins this way, is that cool or what? Hah, Hikaru and Kaoru... Man, that's just weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-366214147921750750?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/366214147921750750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=366214147921750750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/366214147921750750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/366214147921750750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/fight.html' title='Fight!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1127356268750302092</id><published>2007-07-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:36:20.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Cosfest!</title><content type='html'>Wah ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosfest = Sugei na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so exciting, with characters from various animes and games swarming the whole place. My first glimpse of a cosplayer was Athrun from Gundam Seed Destiny, I think... Was it Athrun...? I'm not too sure but it was so funny that I started laughing while on the phone with Char. Han Yin aka Xiao Di was with me and he was pretty amazed too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "I think I'm liking cosplay more and more!" Me too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the main tent and saw groups like Tsubasa Chronicle (didn't look like at all, the Sakura-Syaoran couple was way funny), Bleach (too many groups playing them @_@), Kingdom Hearts (weapons way cool) and Naruto. There were individual cosplayers like Yuna from FF 10, some fellow from Code Geass, En-O and Enki from 12 Kingdoms, a VERY cool and VERY tall Athrun in his VERY nice Alex Dino costume (which had me weak at the knees), Lacus Clyne, and some J rockers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absolute favourite part was the group play on stage, more specifically the Naruto team! Hah, they were role playing this skit. Rock Lee was dancing to the song "Milkshake" as part of learning a new taijutsu ("My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!") when suddenly the Akatsuki appeared. Itachi saw Sasuke and dashed forward to embrace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto: "Hey, what are you doing, touching his butt?!?!?! It's mine!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went on to grab the poor dude's ass. Which sent the whole hall into peals of laughter! So Itachi and Naruto were fighting over Sasuke, and seeing this, the blue-lizard fellow from the Akatsuki -Itachi's partner- approached Rock lee and started learning the milkshake dance. Hah, WAY COOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the role play from the Kingdom Hearts group, which resulted in most of their cool weapons breaking into pieces when they 'fought' each other. Expletives like "Ohh shit!" were heard over the mic which was rather humorous, given the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Yin and I stayed to see Char cosplay Kyo from Dir En Grey too. I stated that her contacts were too scary but Xiao Di said they were cool, and that if he could get his hands on them, he would cosplay the people from "My Date With A Vampire". Thank goodness they're far away from his reach =__=;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HP show on Friday was ok, it seems to be the best out of all the HP movies. Of course, Malfoy was still drool-inducing, and Cho was just weak and...wet. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1127356268750302092?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1127356268750302092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1127356268750302092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1127356268750302092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1127356268750302092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/cosfest.html' title='Cosfest!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8029016783058016059</id><published>2007-07-12T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:58:55.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>OSIP Parent's Interview</title><content type='html'>My gosh! Hah!! Today's OSIP Parent's Interview was by far the most amusing thing that I have come across so far for the past few weeks! You should have seen the look on our faces at some of the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like when Hui Peng asked about washing machines and doing the laundry. Mr Paul said that there were washing machines but we had to do the laundry ourselves. I thought it was rather obvious. But apparently Hui Peng didn't think so cause she shrieked and started complaining about not being able to do her own laundry and not wanting to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note our reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve was rolling her eyes the whole time. I was snickering evilly to myself. Kenneth and Nicholas was furiously gesturing and whispering "Then don't go!" at their seats. I think the rest of the parents had blank looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and when Hui Peng's mom/grandma/whatever started ranting about the political situation in Thailand. This time, I was rolling my eyes along with Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if you have SO many worries, don't go then and spare us the agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...also the interesting question posed by Kenneth's parents about the shared dorms, which set half the room off into laughter. I am pretty sure the people at Thailand would have enough common sense not to place a boy and a girl in the same room for 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... not forgetting the big Hulaballoo about wiring $$$ to the institute and whether we can access it. Poor Mr Paul, he doesn't know the specific spots where the ATMs are, mind you. We'll solve it when we get there guys! And Hui Peng's mom/grandma/whatever suggesting that the parents give the $$$ to the school and the school sends it to us, bit by bit, probably a few tens a week or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the school has better things to worry and do than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ohh! And Eve's face when my dad suggested lending her his labbie. She was laughing so hard, till her face went beet red! Her uncle had to take a slip of paper and shield us from the glow! I was also beside myself with laughter - it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pops was surprisingly quiet throughout the whole thing. I even had to fill the contact form up for him - he was just staring ahead blankly with a pen in his hand. Then about 1/2 hour before the meeting ended, he started complaining that he was bored, and he was wasting his time and that he wanted to go home. I could only keep him for 15 mins or so before admitting defeat and letting him leave. So the last 15 mins was spent alone by me, which wasn't all that bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months still seem like a long time. I hope I live till then. Something tells me I will die from dengue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8029016783058016059?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8029016783058016059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8029016783058016059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8029016783058016059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8029016783058016059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/osip-parents-interview.html' title='OSIP Parent&apos;s Interview'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3054059071868176504</id><published>2007-07-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:08:35.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Tired days, interview tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Wahh, I'm exhausted... I am so gonna take a break tomorrow. I have been exercising like a Duracell bunny since Monday and my legs are finally feeling stiff. Cycling to and fro from school, running 5 km at night and taking the NAPFA mock test yesterday. I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the NAPFA wasn't all that bad, as I expected. Still, I can't get the stupid Silver!!! Argh! Just because my Standing Broad Jump sucks (got an E, I can't jump to save myself) and so does my Shuttle Run. I was comparing my acceleration speed during the shuttle run to an old engine. Like when you turn the key and the engines coughs and splutters but doesn't start until 5 minutes later? Yes, something like that. Fortunately, I can still pass all 6 stations including the 2.4 Km run so it ain't too bad. In fact, I was annoyingly happy throughout the whole test... I must have irritated the hell outta' Hui Shan... =__=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, tomorrow comes the OSIP interview for parents. My dad has been bugging me for details but I'll just flatly say no. Han Yin was quite interested in my old pops, maybe due to that incident when he called my cell phone and my dad picked up, frightening the daylights out of the little guy! Hah, I was dying from laughter when he told me that. Anyways, hopefully I remember my passport for the VISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, everyone is hooked on Lovely Complex! Yes, and it all started with my little rant on it! MWA HA HA!!! I can't stand it, Otani and Koizumi are TOO cute together. So much so that I'm actually forcing myself to digest the chinese version of the manga. Slowly I'm getting used to reading all the 'fan ti zhi' so, heh, watch out! Here I come!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, looking forward to Friday's Harry Potter movie at Vivo. Quite a number of us going. I'm feeling rather skeptical about the movie - they never do quite meet my expectations, all the shows. I'll take the books any day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got 'molested' by that lecher U Tin Lin on Tuesday. Must avoid him at ALL costs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3054059071868176504?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3054059071868176504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3054059071868176504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3054059071868176504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3054059071868176504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/tired-days-interview-tomorrow.html' title='Tired days, interview tomorrow'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-676894122819605501</id><published>2007-07-09T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:38:15.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GYAAAHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSIP keeps popping into my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get Eve at all. She insists that there's too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the exact opposite. There's TOO much time! I can just grab my passport and whisk myself off to Thailand now. No need for goodbyes, no need for further bonding, no need for crying, no need for bondages, no need for relationships, no need for anything! I'm ready for my freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams can go die. NAPFA can go die. VISA can go die. Homework can go die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I hate my impatience sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months of not seeing my sister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guffaws*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-676894122819605501?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/676894122819605501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=676894122819605501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/676894122819605501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/676894122819605501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/gyaaahhhhh-osip-keeps-popping-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-41254915815975154</id><published>2007-07-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:31:06.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KYAAAAA!!! !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! Gwuahhhhhhhh!!! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in such a lovey-dovey mood right now! Man, Lovely Complex ROCKS my socks off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be PMS (yesh, my butt is still bleeding profusely. Excuse me while I go have goosebumps for a while due to the cramps), the love songs that C21 is currently crooning over my boom box ("You are the one~ La la~") and LoveCom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LURVE this manga SOOO much! The story is SOOO sweet, without being too corny. Otani and Koizumi are SOOO cute together. Gosh, the way he confessed... and the way she just let go and cried when she heard his reply... T^T Someone, love me too!!! I want to find my Otani too! Nanya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, hormones. Sorry! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just spotted my ideal phone, I think... may change my mind but this phone looks funky enough. It's Sony Ericsson's K550i - it's got a 2 megapix cam, photo blogging, Fm radio, music player, the rest of the works. My hands are SOOO itchy right now. But I must wait for a month before I can get it cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop drop drop!!! Quickly, the price... DROP FURTHER!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the NAPFA training? Everyone is dreading it, and I'm too. But I don't think it's gonna be all that bad. I'm just afraid that my extra roll of fat will impede me from doing certain stuff like sit-ups or the shuttle run, which I already was quite bad at from the beginning. Other than that, it can't hurt me too much. I mean, I force myself to run 5 km, what's 2.4 km?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mweuhhh...   =_____= &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love=swooning*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-41254915815975154?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/41254915815975154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=41254915815975154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/41254915815975154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/41254915815975154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/kyaaaaa-gosh-gwuahhhhhhhh-xd-im-so-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3213883824028105560</id><published>2007-07-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:10:07.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>I'm going Thailand!!!</title><content type='html'>I got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Thailand, Bangkok in 2 months time for my OSIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... Can't believe it... Well, actually I can, but everything seems so surreal right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's one thing off my wist list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going with Eve, Kenneth and clingy Hui Peng, whom I've decided to ignore for the whole 5 months there. Heh, let's see what she'll do then... *evil cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, 5 months of independence! Woah, wonder if I'll survive there..? I know it's a little too late to be contemplating about these kind of things but... WOAH! I will go stare blankly at the ceiling for a while, come up with a list of things to rant before writing another post!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I asked Liu Jia about my mobile's plan. Apparently, she said that the people at M1 can actually halt the plan while I'm gone so I'm going to give them a buzz soon toask about it. But more excitingly, I'm going to cancel out the second item on my wist list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get myself a spanking new camera phone, whether here or in Bangkok, to rock my socks off and go on a photo taking frenzy! BUWAH HA HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of other things happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like, as predicted, my period came. Which sent me off into a flying frenzy to stop the leakage from getting messy. Ohh, cease! My contracting uterus, for you are squeezing the **** outta' me! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Mei Qi failed her driving test. It's no good news, but it wasn't like she was that bad or anything. It was because of one wrong turning that put her instructor in a fowl mood, and thus...you know, the rest is history. Never mind, er jie! You will pass the second time! Just don't mistake the instructor's "You, turn!" to "U-turn"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and sadistic Alvin Poh and all his yankies at Applied Science decided to train us for NAPFA by arranging COMPULSORY training sessions. At 6 to 7.30 pm. Every Tuesday and Thursday. Hell will break loose, trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me while I go off and day dream about my OSIP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3213883824028105560?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3213883824028105560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3213883824028105560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3213883824028105560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3213883824028105560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-thailand.html' title='I&apos;m going Thailand!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5945156810923843865</id><published>2007-07-05T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:09:50.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>OSIP!!!</title><content type='html'>Argh, I'm ill again. My voice is turning all wonky, my throat is scratchy like sandpaper, and occasionally my nose starts running like a tap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having mood swings like a 50 year-old oba-san going through menopause. Funnily, I have been too cheerful for my own good these past few days. You should hear how much I've been cackling in class nowadays. It's detrimental...hmmm, maybe that's why I fell sick..? My stomach is giving me weird cramps; I think my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; is due soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's tomorrow!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the 6th of July, 2007 seem to hold a lot of uncertainties for quite a number of us. For Mei Qi, she is taking her driving test tomorrow and so, we shall all wish her all the best! Don't worry Er Jie, you'll pass. We're all praying for you, and praying that we'll get to sit in your Subaru WRX Racer soon! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us that applied for OSIP, the results will be revealed tomorrow. It certainly is a big deal for me. It will determine if I would be spending a whole 5 months in Thailand or not, and that is one hella' big change! Hah, who knows...maybe I'll come back speaking fluent Thai and looking like a gigolo... or I may even come back with a boyfriend! Hah, the many possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, sit tight and wait for the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have recently re-ignited my fire (Moe!!!) for Ouran, Honey Sempai and Tamaki Suou's seiyuu. That guy, creepily, looks a lot like Ryuk from Death Note. And the creepier thing is that he does the voice of Light Im-a-gay! Hah, freaky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Half of me wants to stay in S'pore to be with my beloved Da Jie, Er Jie and Xiao Di... The other half yearns for the unknown and adventure! It's SO frustrating. And I also bothered about my mobile phone bills. If I won't be here for 5 months, should I still continue with my mobile's plan? And I want a spanking good camera phone so that I can snap pictures, but it's cheap only if I renew the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil people at M1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another option I thought of was to, if I get to go, buy the phone there in Bangkok itself. Hey, everything is cheaper there, for heaven's sake! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freaks out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5945156810923843865?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5945156810923843865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5945156810923843865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5945156810923843865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5945156810923843865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/osip.html' title='OSIP!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8067584672119037491</id><published>2007-06-29T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:44:33.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Answer</title><content type='html'>Ohh yes, and this is the answer to the $1 Mystery question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular item stumps a good many people because it contains a simple error which is often overlooked due to its deceptive wording. Tracking the money through the transactions reveals that no money has gone missing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The three men start out with $10 each ($10 x 3 = $30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The three men pay $30 for a hotel room. Afterwards, a five dollar overcharge is returned to them ($25 + $5 = $30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The bellboy divides up the $5 overcharge, returning $1 to each of the three men (for a total of $3) and keeping $2 for himself ($25 + $3 + $2 = $30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the missing dollar go? Nowhere. A dollar only goes "missing" because the statement "each man paid $9 for the room" is wrong - each of three men paid out a total of $9, but that $9 included both the room charge and the bellboy's tip. All in all, each man paid out a total of $9 and had $1 left over, completely accounting for the $30 they started with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room cost $25, so each man paid one-third of that cost ($8.33). The bellboy kept a tip of $2, so each man paid one-third of that cost ($0.67) as well. Overall, each man paid out $9 ($8.33 + $0.67) and had a dollar left over: (3 x $9) + (3 x $1) = $27 + $3 = $30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8067584672119037491?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8067584672119037491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8067584672119037491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8067584672119037491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8067584672119037491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/answer.html' title='Answer'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-4072294315934709791</id><published>2007-06-29T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:40:39.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Another Dream</title><content type='html'>I had another WEIRD dream yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep having strange dreams?? There must be something very wrong with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was at the hospital getting my health test results. It was during that time when I had to go to the hospital to check why I wasn't having my monthly blood leakages. I was pretty sure it was due to my anorexia (and in reality, it was) but to my horror, the doctor told me that...I was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is twisted, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was a quarter amused, a quarter excited and half terrified as I looked down at my tummy...which, thankfully, wasn't all big and blown up. There was just this little bulge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got whisked off to this maternity ward where they nursed all the babies and instead of sorting the babies according to their names or their parent's names, they were sorted according to their weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had these fathers peering around and shouting out their babies' weights, which I found highly amusing. It gets funnier when I saw this row of crib-like cranes, which were holding babies that were more than 10 kg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the mothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangely, I think the whole scene kind of like activated the maternal instincts in me or something as I was so protective of my bump during the whole dream. I was just waiting to deliver, and I was so proud that I was finally going to have a son. Don't ask me how I knew it was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you're hearing this from a girl who dislikes babies and children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pukes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4072294315934709791?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4072294315934709791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4072294315934709791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4072294315934709791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4072294315934709791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-dream.html' title='Another Dream'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1506612666506246467</id><published>2007-06-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:54:58.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Happy Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's trip to school wasn't for nothing after all. I was greatly surprised and immensely pleased by 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got chosen to go for the OSIP interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got in for the Director's List, albeit for Year 1 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Second highest for RTechB. Now that's something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is today my luckiest day or something? Or is my good karma coming back? I was like on an adrenaline high the whole day, as I thought about the OSIP interview I would be attending tomorrow while clutching the piece of paper that was my certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that shot through my mind was to return home as quickly as possible and unload all the good news onto my parents. My mom, as usual, was nonchalent about the whole thing. She just nodded and grunted in approval. Perhaps I was expecting a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad was a bit more enthusiastic. He has always been more excited about the OSIP than me so I guess he can go have a coronary now. And he did praise me on my RTechB results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he dissed my Director's List cert ("What? Just a piece of paper?! I thought you said got scholarship??) and I became a tad pissed off. I mean, do you know how difficult and how much effort I put in in Year 1 just to get that slip of paper? Then, of course, he annoyed me more by saying "Wah, if you have the cert for Year 1, 2 and 3 in your portfolio..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I? I'm no genius. I can't be forever getting scholarships and certs and honours just to please you. You don't even know how difficult it is. In fact, you and mom are SO used to the whole idea that, for one, mom doesn't even react anymore when I come back with excellent results. You expect me to, forver, be the best. You expect me to win everything, get everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you here that I am not your cert-obtaining machine ok? I never was and will never be. Go reflect, Dad and Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... That was unnecessary. But other than that, I am exhilarated. I can't believe it! There is actually something on my wishlist that is most probably going to come true! They say it's an interview but it is most probably confirmed? Well, I hope I crap right in front of them tomorrow!! And I totally wasn't expecting the cert and my RTechB results. I do feel it's a bit unfair, for people like Han Yin who studied so hard for it and me, who spent 2 days just flipping through the notes, to get about the same grade. But if God allows me this luxury, then, by all means, I'll thankfully accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1506612666506246467?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1506612666506246467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1506612666506246467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1506612666506246467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1506612666506246467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-5569975501988797700</id><published>2007-06-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:57:38.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A Couple of Videos</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of videos I found which cracks me up every time I watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1764124" quality="best" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try watching this 10 times continuously. It gets funnier and funnier... Oh, btw, I read that this is the best 5 second video on the web right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/643951/harry_potter_parody.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/643951/harry_potter_parody/"&gt;Harry Potter (Parody)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.metacafe.com/'&gt;Watch a funny movie here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was actually introduced to me by, guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my father. I saw the word "sexy" in his search bar... Hah, oh well, it's funny and that's what counts. Treat it as a...umm...an appetizer before the 7th HP book releases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-5569975501988797700?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5569975501988797700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=5569975501988797700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5569975501988797700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/5569975501988797700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/couple-of-videos.html' title='A Couple of Videos'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6275127153570618626</id><published>2007-06-26T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:15:11.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Mystery $1 Question</title><content type='html'>Mystery $1 Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men go into a motel. The desk clerk said the room was $30, so each man paid $10 and went to the room. A while later, the desk clerk realized the room was only $25, so he sent the bellboy to the three guys' room with $5. On the way, the bellboy couldn't figure out how to split $5 evenly between three men, so he gave each man $1 and kept the other $2 for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meant that the 3 men each paid $9 for the room, which is a total of $27. Add to that the $2 the bellboy kept and the total is $29. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the other dollar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll post the answer another day. Meanwhile, try to solve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratches head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6275127153570618626?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6275127153570618626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6275127153570618626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6275127153570618626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6275127153570618626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/mystery-1-question.html' title='Mystery $1 Question'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8924440247310340917</id><published>2007-06-24T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:20:40.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I have a fetish for the most morbid things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like looking forward to a 6.4 KM run, even though I was puffing and swearing throughout the whole jog, and feeling the adrenaline rush when my stomach growls and I deny it food...and of course, donating blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I was SO excited about being drained of my life liquid. Like last night, I fell asleep grinning stupidly as I thought about the blood donation I was going the next morning, and this morning my body automatically jump-started itself at 8 a.m. But I told the stubborn thing that it was too early and so I went back to la-la land for another 2.5 hours...until I was jerked awake again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my second time and I didn't have the nerves at all. Not when I was at the registration counter, watching this incredibly dense NS man try to key stuff into the labtop, or when this overly-enthusiastic doctor gave me the OK on my health ("Ok, you're VERY healthy! No!! You're in EXCELLENT health!!!".. Err, thanks doc). I was still smiling crazily as the nurse at the Iron Level Checking Booth gave me a prick on my finger -Sleeping Beauty, moi!!!- and started commenting on my nailart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to the plastic stretchers and waited to be poked at. The medical staff gave me a local anaesthesia before inserting this yakult straw-sized needle into my vein. And I didn't feel a thing. My feet were wiggling happily at the end of the stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: "Ok, keep exercising." &lt;-not meaning that I start running around the hall but to keep squeezing this ball thing that they gave us. You know, to keep the blood flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, thanks." *squeezes* *Nurse walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: *glances* "Oh my, stop! Full already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh..? Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: "My God, you're SO fast. I haven't even put on my gloves." *clips the tubing* "Wait ar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blank look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: *takes off arm binder to release pressure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shifts and lifts arm a little to help her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: "NO! Don't move!! Put your arm down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *alarmed* "Err, ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: "And don't squeeze the ball anymore ok? Don't move!" *attends to my bag of blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sweat drops* "Erm, ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were afraid that I was some blood-producing machine and that if I moved, I would spray everyone with my vast amounts of blood... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rested a bit, got bandaged up and left. And I forgot the free bottle of Ice Mountain Mineral water they gave me!!! Woe be me!!! After which I happily skipped off to buy groceries and cycle home. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, with that, I repaid the 2 bags of blood my mom used when she gave birth to me. So there people, neither me nor my mom owe you any blood ok?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I watched Kagen no Tsuki, a Jap film, yesterday which starred Hyde. And I will still stick to my observation I gave when I watched Moon Child. Hyde looks old. And he is not handsome. He didn't talk much during the movie, I thought that he probably was so bad at remembering lines that the director didn't dare give him any. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8924440247310340917?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8924440247310340917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8924440247310340917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8924440247310340917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8924440247310340917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/blood-donation.html' title='Blood Donation'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3622466352599114442</id><published>2007-06-22T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:15:50.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Joke of The day</title><content type='html'>Remember the breed name I came up with for Kenneth's dog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maltese + Chi Hua Hua = Chitese, pretty funky right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitz + Chow Chow = Spitz-Chow, a dog that throws up a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekingnese + Lhasa Apso = Peekasso, an abstract dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labrador Retriever + Curly Coated Retriever = Lab Coat Retriever, the choice of research scientists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodhound + Labrador = Blabador, a dog that barks incessantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collie + Malamute = Commute, a dog that travels to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull Terrier + Shitzu = ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off chair laughing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3622466352599114442?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3622466352599114442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3622466352599114442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3622466352599114442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3622466352599114442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/joke-of-day_5207.html' title='Joke of The day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-3717109541038266304</id><published>2007-06-22T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:39:32.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Joke of The day</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Universal Truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The hardness of butter is directly proportional to the softness of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Change is inevitable except from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of cheques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving isn't for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.&lt;- my favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing myself silly, reading all these online jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-3717109541038266304?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3717109541038266304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=3717109541038266304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3717109541038266304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/3717109541038266304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/joke-of-day_22.html' title='Joke of The day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-7855128621031779255</id><published>2007-06-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:25:21.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Boring Life</title><content type='html'>Simple explanation why I have not been updating these past few days: There is absolutely nothing happening in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a monotonous life, everyday with the same routine. Now and then I lose control and go berserk in my room, screaming or laughing till I collapse, but other than that, everything is peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world, right now, revolves around my labbie and my art. No homework, an occasional outing or two, maybe some exercise and that's it. All I need is my iBook, my paper and my pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And o kaeri, Han Yin. Hope you enjoyed yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zzZZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-7855128621031779255?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7855128621031779255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=7855128621031779255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7855128621031779255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/7855128621031779255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring-life.html' title='Boring Life'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-2003856043125455457</id><published>2007-06-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:10:45.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Joke of The Day</title><content type='html'>6 Funny Life Lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1: Naked Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who was that?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the admin. clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5: Power of Charisma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend&lt;br /&gt;3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well learnt, I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2003856043125455457?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2003856043125455457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2003856043125455457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2003856043125455457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2003856043125455457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of The Day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-251358913977118115</id><published>2007-06-17T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:06:44.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>BUGS!!!</title><content type='html'>W-H-Y???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, God, why?! Why do I keep attracting bugs?!?! What's wrong with me? I'm not Bug Girl or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was a nasty-looking spider, then that freaking big grasshopper...then last night, a cockroach landed on me while I was all stretched out on my bed. And that is not the first time a cockroach came fluttering down to me. I mean, seriously, what's with all the BUGS?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, even though I would like to clarify that spiders are not insects since they're part of the arachnid family... BUT STILL! They're major EWWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whirring black speck zoomed towards me as I launched into fighting mode and leapt off the bed, squealing. It was like crawling all over my pillow...and God bless me that I went to sleep ON the same pillow... So armed with a canister of insecticide, I went to war with the goddamn thing. Which resulted in a large ruckus, with me jumping all over the place and squealing like a piglet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I unloaded like half the canister of insecticide on it and my maid, awakened from my screeches, grabbed the dead thing to dispose of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate bugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugs, LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-251358913977118115?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/251358913977118115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=251358913977118115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/251358913977118115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/251358913977118115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/bugs.html' title='BUGS!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-6369960050317502476</id><published>2007-06-15T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:40:39.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Roller Blading rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>Wah, roller blading rocks!!! I LUURVE blading: the speed, the adrenaline rush, the risk of falling on your face flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to East Coast Park this morning with my Pops to try it out. Once upon a time, I picked up a pair of blades and had learnt how to blade by waddling along my flat's corridor parapet. However, my mom threw them away when we shifted and thus, my skill was forgotten along with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today, after I put on my blades -my dad and I rented them- and strapped on my protective gear, man, I was all ready for battle! Hah, I was SO convinced that I looked positively dumb as I went shrieking down the path. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bump. "Woot!" Crack. "Woots!!" Slope. "WOOTZIE!!!" *screams with arms flailing about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps you on the edge, blading does. And I love it! Anyone up for blading??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finished 9 episodes of Romeo X Juliet in one night yesterday. Smashing anime! Ahh... The satisfaction, it's been a long time since I seen such an original and inspirational anime... Even though the Romeo was kinda wussy. Hmm... Which resulted in my Imeem playlist being inundated by Lena Park's songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Garde! MWA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-6369960050317502476?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6369960050317502476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=6369960050317502476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6369960050317502476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/6369960050317502476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/roller-blading-rocks.html' title='Roller Blading rocks!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-1976546758338063289</id><published>2007-06-14T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:26:39.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Oh my God, literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up and I had THE weirdest dream ever. I mean seriously, after I inched open my eyelids and checked I was still alive -bright sunlight streaming through your windows practically confirms that you're still among the living- I became pretty freaked out by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it goes like this... I can't exactly remember all the details but I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I don't know why but I was on the cruise trip I think, either on water or underwater. Don' ask me how cruises are suppose to be held underwater, you know dreams are often unrealistic, but all I know is that I was on vacation, surrounded by water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this bunch of people I can't remember or recognise. No one I knew was really there. No parents, no friends but I was familiar with my companions on the underwater-cruise thing cause I specifically remember me laughing with them and handing them their bags back after safekeeping them. I remember a pink sling bag... (No Eve, that's not you)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this whirlpool caused by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;...I can't recall but it was because of someone, or something... I think some God's wrath? It didn't occur naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally everyone began panicking and wanting to exit the cruise and return to the surface. Then, some how on the way to confirm our escape, my group went to get donuts or something?! Huh?? I know, totally pointless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up as the first group to exit the cruise, enter the sea and try to surface. And I remember we were all ready, all lined-up right at the door with our baggage. Then this is where it gets weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone suggested praying so, no harm done, we all bent our heads and prayed for journey safety. Then when we opened our eyes, there was this person's face frozen in front of us. Not frozen-cold that kind but frozen in time. He was reaching for something but there he was, in front of us, not moving an inch, the same expression splayed on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I announced,"We're not going to make it... All of us are going to die escaping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled looks all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you see? God froze time to tell us that we might as well give up as we are all going to die out there anyways! It's useless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was SO sure that my thoery was correct but it made sense in the dream, and everyone started nodding. Then some one said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's just go the peaceful way then. We'll all drink poison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, everyone agreed as we solemnly filed away from the door towards the grand hall. Why is there poison on a underwater cruise? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I somehow ended up in the bathing rooms with my female friends, one I remember being very close to her. We were queueing up to use the bath room cubicles I think, why were we bathing when we were about to die...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's reception was really bad so I borrowed her phone. And I phoned home. I told my parents how we were all going to die and how -I remember stressing this part by yelling into the phone- God froze time, in front of all of us. And I was crying I think...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend came out from the cubicle she was using and I looked up at her -I was sitting down on a bench- and I whispered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we delay it? The time when we are suppose to drink the poison? Can we not die so early?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend smiled and replied, "Of course." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we exited the bath rooms. I recall the last thing before I stepped out.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; What would happen if I actually challenged God and try to go outside and escape? Would I have a chance of surviving or would I really just die like that? What would happen if I did this, died and I had to face God after that? What would I tell Him? Would I dare say that I did not trust in Him, when he showed us the sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, we never drank the poison and time passed. Before we knew it, we were all peering out of the cruise's window and asking if the whirlpool/storm had subsided. And I saw, the deep blue choppy waves outside. We weren't underwater anymore and though the waves were very rough, there wasn't any rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of we exited the cruise when it harboured at this island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the typical tropical kind of island - sunny, coconuts everywhere, sand and grass covering the ground, small wooden houses, neverending sand paths that wind into  the unknown greenery. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall strolling down one of these paths and thinking about the time-stop, God and whatever happened back there. And I was still alive after all that. The I got tired and sat down on one of those olden days marble stools. And my friends were ordering and eating Prawn Mee (???) from this stall from the olden days, with an experienced old man taking the orders and tossing the mee... And I didn't eat cause I don't take carbs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end. I woke up after that. Weird right? Is there a hidden meaning behind all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pondering*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1976546758338063289?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1976546758338063289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1976546758338063289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1976546758338063289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1976546758338063289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-2517222189823171623</id><published>2007-06-12T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:45:13.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Lazy Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Arrrgghhh... *stretches* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rm4V_501AGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mH42wlFHtSM/s1600-h/rain_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rm4V_501AGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mH42wlFHtSM/s320/rain_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075018017691467874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwueh, what a lazy day... Just right for sleeping, all the rain, the cool breeze, the soft rhythemic pattering of rain drops, the splattering of the water on my face - I'm too lazy to close the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing to Kinokuniya at Taka was da'bomb! I LUURVE going to Kino, it remains as one of the best hang out spots for me. I love being surrounded by books with their clean nostalgic smell wafting around me. *deep breath* AHHHH... Then of course there's the stationery section with oddities and nick-nacks, and that's where I found my much needed stapler (some freak stole my previous one. It just vanished from my pencil case) and eraser. It actually is difficult to find an eraser made of REAL rubber nowadays. The foam vinyl ones don't work for me, they don't rub clean enough when I launch into one of my crazy sketching moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eve and I went on a clothes trying rampage, raiding this expensive clothing boutique -I forgot its name- and trying on the most expensive pieces. Hmm... The last time I did that was about 2 years ago... Heh, it was amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rounded up with a visit to Far East where Eve got her shoes and vest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather tiring due to all that walking but I enjoyed myself nonetheless. It's a different feeling, when you go out with different groups of people. You have to adjust to the group's 'Feel' and so, I am trying my hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yah, Eve &amp; the rest are going Sentosa today... I wonder how are they gonna sun tan with all this rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially stating this: I am anti-Sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rm4Wlp01AHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mmT280-D1eM/s1600-h/houses_in_the_rain_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rm4Wlp01AHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mmT280-D1eM/s320/houses_in_the_rain_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075018666231529586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my Imeem player (gosh, it's SO good!) and manga... Mwraoowww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2517222189823171623?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2517222189823171623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2517222189823171623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2517222189823171623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2517222189823171623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy-rainy-day.html' title='Lazy Rainy Day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/Rm4V_501AGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mH42wlFHtSM/s72-c/rain_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-4049550923340673003</id><published>2007-06-11T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T04:08:40.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>200 Pounds of Beauty</title><content type='html'>I have just finished viewing the Korean movie "200 Pounds of Beauty" on CrunchyRoll...and I actually have tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxUTp01ADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DQvtEXEZqkM/s1600-h/200poundsbeauty-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxUTp01ADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DQvtEXEZqkM/s320/200poundsbeauty-poster2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074523576761385010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some of the parts were pretty messed up -like the father-friend-rival thingy that was going on- I thought, overall, it was a wonderful movie with a beautiful plot that conveys a simple but meaningful message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why is everyone SO judgemental on superficial looks? Why is it that hidden talent or inner beauty usually goes unnoticed when the outer appearances look awful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone favour slim...no, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thin&lt;/span&gt; bodies, pretty faces, gorgeous hair, nice butts, nice boops for the ladies and never ending legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heroine in the movie was fat and ugly, and nobody liked her. Everyone snobbed her. She couldn't even confess to the guy she liked, and it became worse when she over heard him saying that he was just using her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxXFJ01AEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bRp4ionfIdg/s1600-h/200ponds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxXFJ01AEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bRp4ionfIdg/s320/200ponds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074526626188165186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a beautiful voice, but because of her looks and physique, she had to stay backstage and sing while a sexy, mini skirt donning bimbo lip synced to her song on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went for an "Extreme Makeover" and everything changed. She even got off scot free after causing a guy to bleed profusely from his head after ramming her car into his. But when I said everything, I meant everything. Her once loving attitude towards her dad and friend also changed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxX2Z01AFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m0xRBUQHUwQ/s1600-h/200pounds01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxX2Z01AFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m0xRBUQHUwQ/s320/200pounds01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074527472296722514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...blah blah blah...the movie went on, you'll have to watch it yourself to see what happens. But of course the ending is always happy. She gets to keep her new sexy body and soulful voice, and her fans still accept her even after her confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the real world isn't like this is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie had a very special meaning for me - it reminded me when I was anorexic, half dead due to starvation but gorgeous to some guys. I had uncles who sell durian giving me pet names ("Hello, Xiao Wei!" The horror...) when I bought the fruit from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what were they thinking?! What was I thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do try to convince myself that I look fine the way I am now and I am still the same girl as I was back then. If people liked me then, they should still like me now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world is a harsh place. With lanky, skeletal women running around, it's difficult for a girl like me to keep my self-esteem... It's depressing. I wish the world would stop judging people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am grateful to God for returning me the things that I lost during my anorexia, I still want to be slim. I want to return to 50 kg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant me the strength to fulfill this twisted dream of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crying*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4049550923340673003?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4049550923340673003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4049550923340673003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4049550923340673003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4049550923340673003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/200-pounds-of-beauty.html' title='200 Pounds of Beauty'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmxUTp01ADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DQvtEXEZqkM/s72-c/200poundsbeauty-poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-1281799261697410157</id><published>2007-06-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:46:28.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>I'm happy. I'm content. I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just grateful for the outing with Charmaine and Avery. &lt;br /&gt;All I need is to be with them. They don't play mind games, they don't talk about grades, they don't even talk about school unless I ask them. And even when they do, it's all the hilarious stuff like how Michelle Chew likes talking about transexuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery listens and quips in with comical statements whenever she spots a photo.&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine is plain obsessed with her cosplaying of this not-guy-not-girl fellow called Kyo. But that's what I like about her - just purely chasing after her own interests. No pretense whatsoever, even when I tease her about how gross her idol looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the steamed meat dumplings which I love so much. I am a carnivore. I need my niku. And they don't seem to care about what I eat. Avery even brought me a slice of her dad's birthday chocolate cake (Awfully Chocolate!!!) for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I actually am glad I am not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel sleepy...like how a mother's comfort would put her child to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zZZz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-1281799261697410157?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1281799261697410157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=1281799261697410157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1281799261697410157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/1281799261697410157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-145186396561378547.post-8026607634123443800</id><published>2007-06-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:43:27.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Grasshopper attack!!!</title><content type='html'>My God, I got ambushed, AMBUSHED I tell' ya,  by this gigantic grasshopper this afternoon as I was riding my bike, on my way to complete the last 2 term test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlJxp00__I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2Vwu7YvvL7s/s1600-h/4266567146.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlJxp00__I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2Vwu7YvvL7s/s320/4266567146.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073667572599422962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlKXZ01AAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m68Woyr6TCg/s1600-h/grasshopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlKXZ01AAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m68Woyr6TCg/s320/grasshopper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073668221139484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlK1J01ACI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kLgvqU22yvo/s1600-h/Grasshopper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlK1J01ACI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kLgvqU22yvo/s320/Grasshopper2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073668732240592930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this...err, without the frame of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlKpp01ABI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NqYvDKbbF98/s1600-h/Framed8x10GrasshopperPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlKpp01ABI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NqYvDKbbF98/s320/Framed8x10GrasshopperPhoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073668534672097298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friggin' freaky!!! The goddamn thing of the jurassic era was like the size of my palm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was just cycling along, innocently minding my own business and figuring how to wake myself up for the tests when I suddenly felt this heavy thing plop down onto my thigh. It felt kinda scratchy and prickly so I knew it was some kind of insect. But when I glanced down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy contents-of-the-toilet-bowl!!! There it was, lime green with black splotches, all tall and erect as it stuck onto my thigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed. Then looked up to catch my breath. Then glanced down again. And screamed again. &lt;br /&gt;And I repeated this 3 to 4 times as I stood paralyzed on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to flick it away SO badly but the bloody thing was SO big - my hand refused to go near it. It was afraid of being eaten or something. So I sent my whole right leg into a series of violent spasms -I can only imagine what it would have looked like to any innocent passerby- to try to throw the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; off. It held on for a few seconds -ohh, the prickly feeling, ewww- before dropping off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And away I zoomed, panting and smiling crazily. I even ignored the cyclist behind me who was ringing his bell. It was weird, I couldn't stop claiming God to be mine ("Oh my God!!!" You should have heard the number of times I said that) and couldn't stop grinning stupidly. Why, on earth, was I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grinning&lt;/span&gt; in the first place?! Of course I cursed the shit out of the little bugger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, don't give me coffee. I don't need no caffeine. Just throw a ginormous black and green grasshopper at me and I'll be wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-8026607634123443800?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8026607634123443800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=8026607634123443800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8026607634123443800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/8026607634123443800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/grasshopper-attack.html' title='Grasshopper attack!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmlJxp00__I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2Vwu7YvvL7s/s72-c/4266567146.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-2341162091190687779</id><published>2007-06-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:54:58.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Motivation Posters</title><content type='html'>Man, I know why I have been having mood swings and low self-esteem these past few days already!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, menstruation. I declare it openly in this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clenching of muscles, the squirting of blood, the mess...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, guys, who has got it worse?? Huh huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and I love these motivation posters of mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgM3p00_7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/R4tKbo3EB2g/s1600-h/motivator9025093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgM3p00_7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/R4tKbo3EB2g/s320/motivator9025093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073319130492633010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgNZJ00_8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bVbY4APqt3o/s1600-h/motivator4092067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgNZJ00_8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bVbY4APqt3o/s320/motivator4092067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073319706018250690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgNrp00_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dP-085dj2aU/s1600-h/motivator317760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgNrp00_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dP-085dj2aU/s320/motivator317760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073320023845830610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgN9J00_-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/y4QQOUfdzNU/s1600-h/motivator314348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgN9J00_-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/y4QQOUfdzNU/s320/motivator314348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073320324493541346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scampers away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-2341162091190687779?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2341162091190687779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=2341162091190687779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2341162091190687779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/2341162091190687779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/motivation-posters.html' title='Motivation Posters'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmgM3p00_7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/R4tKbo3EB2g/s72-c/motivator9025093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-4486311816310715358</id><published>2007-06-05T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:32:09.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Mei Qi's bro is mine!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, and one more thing to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fighting with me over Mei Qi's brother, he is MINE!!! I spotted him first -well, not literally- and I will catch a glimpse of him even if it means stalking Er Jie and risk getting bitten by her ginormous dog!!! I will wage a war with anyone who dares to take him from me, and *evil glare* I will win. Trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve, I know you want to see him, I also want to see him badly but Er Jie doesn't open her house to anyone. Even Da Jie hasn't seen him yet... He does sound dreamy doesn't him? XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Qi, stop calling me Xiao Jie and call me Da Sao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today's joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmVXnp00_6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3sNswf8LESA/s1600-h/punctuation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmVXnp00_6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3sNswf8LESA/s320/punctuation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072556894056677282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/145186396561378547-4486311816310715358?l=starxstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4486311816310715358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=145186396561378547&amp;postID=4486311816310715358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4486311816310715358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/145186396561378547/posts/default/4486311816310715358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starxstuff.blogspot.com/2007/06/mei-qis-bro-is-mine.html' title='Mei Qi&apos;s bro is mine!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266123661466471038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W6Ln4pNicFA/RmVXnp00_6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3sNswf8LESA/s72-c/punctuation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145186396561378547.post-69413339053620501</id><published>2007-06-05T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:09:22.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Theorum #1</title><content type='html'>This is purely the result of the term test, that has got me risking my life as I zoom pass all those honking cars on my bike and at the same time blanking out to think of this theorum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical Theorum #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elimination of Man, or reduction of overpopulation, can be achieved via a simple method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installment of PERFECT androids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say perfect, I mean PERFECT! I mean, everything a person could possibly find in a partner. Looks, personality, charismatic qualities -which I must add, that is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; lacking in people nowadays- ,athletic, intelligent, gifted...blah blah blah, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea was planted in my head when I read Zettai Kareshi aka Absolute Boyfriend and when I was pondering about homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really don't mean anything bad, or to insult homo-s ok? It's just something that I was thinking about. Really, no offense to anybody out there! If I have offended you, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manga I read got me wondering why people who can't get partners want andriods for company and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;, even though they know the androids aren't real people. Even though they know they can't possibly reproduce with them...and they try desperately so to convince the robots to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, trust the Japanese to come up with this kind of stories, to pollute the innocent minds of the young ones...like me... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the ultimate purpose for cultivating relationships and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; is to reproduce and continue the species existance right? Yeah, it may feel good according to people BUT at the end, it IS for  reproduction RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind wandered and drifted to the homosexuals... It's the same isn't it? It's obvious that you can't reproduce with people of the same gender but yet, many homo-s still fight to love and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do manga-s and love stories always end up in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;? Geez, think about it... The hero is ALWAYS trying to win the heart of the heroine and ALWAYS trying to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; her... Vice versa for the girls lah. And the story ALWAYS end with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;. Like once the couple &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;, there is absolutely no purpose in continuing the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; always the end? Isn't there something MORE out there that goes further than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;? Like they say kissing feels like heaven but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; is -literally- orgasmic... Isn't there something even better than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;? Can't there be a further step? Is there a further step?? Why must it always end with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, the answer. Reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;Everything Man has achieved to improve the success of reproduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then how you do explain the androids and homosexuals?!?! Why do they crave the forbidden pleasure when it doesn't give a result?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something sparked off in my brain. It's simple really. Look at the animal kingdom, we have all our answers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction. Fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of those male insects which pose as females, or have one part of their body looking like females, to distract the other competitors while they get a chance with the real female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the androids and homosexuals serve as a distraction as well..? In a sense, we are getting attracted to the wrong things...and the price to pay? Extinction. I came to believe that if people like these do not change, they will in time, become extinct. Hell, if half the world were attracted to homo-s and androids, half the world will cease to exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will serve as a control over Man's reproduction rate. This will stop us from overpopulating the Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, it's easy. Just install androids for distraction. Or use homo-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~End~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually disturbs me, the way how I like blanking out and thinking of these kind of nonsensical stuff whilst on a bike. I do that too frequently. I'm still gonna stick to my prediction of me dying early while riding on my bicycle. 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