<?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-3204042879528619288</id><updated>2011-09-14T23:15:03.073+08:00</updated><category term='NP'/><category term='100  famous wonders of the world'/><category term='http://famouswonders.com/'/><title type='text'>The Secret Chamber</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8527952555220514581</id><published>2011-02-28T07:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:51:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I miss.... Part 2!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss the food from school. Canteen 2, 3, Makan Place and of course Alumni. Ahhh, yes, My seafood Mee Goreng with prawns and sotong. Eating that definitely makes my day. And canteen 3 famous for their cheap Malay dishes. Their Nasi Briyani, chicken rice. Yes.... And the Makcik who 'loves' everyone (she calls everyone sayang). That's how you do business. Canteen 2, oh yes, my breakfast set. Cheap breakfast set. Definitely can't get that outside school. And Makan Place, oh... don't get me started. Of all the food there, I'm gonna miss the beef scrambled eggs. And maybe the kaya toast. And also rice with malay dishes from the Nasi Padang stall. And chicken chop from Hungry Jack. And erm, cheng teng. Yes, that's all. Hmm, maybe... Okay, no. Stop it, Lat, you're gonna bore the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss all the lecturers I ever had. The nice one, the timid one, the stuck-up one, the funny one, the one who likes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syiok-sendiri&lt;/span&gt;, the one so full of herself, the cute one, the one always on the go, the fun-loving one, the encouraging one, the knowledgeable one, the one who knows nothing, the one who ignores us, the one who makes our life so difficult, the one who finds fault in anything we do and the list goes and on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you lecturers, school wouldn't be called school. Without them, we won't have assignments, presentations, lectures, tutorials. Without them, we won't have someone to hate at some point of our life. Without them, we won't have someone to thank when we have succeeded. Oh wait, without them, we won't even succeed! So to all lecturers out there, thank you for all your time and effort in moulding the future generation. You know what Malays say? Macam paham! (Like you understand only...) But seriously, without them, we are nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm gonna miss my ever-so dramatic, noisy, full of life, awesome class, B01. I can't imagine myself not being in B01. The class always add colours to my dull and mundane school life. Never had a day without laughter. I believe each and everyone of my classmates had certain unique qualities that adds so much life to the class. I'm gonna miss how we were so loud in lectures but quiet during tutorials (you know who's tutorial I'm talking about). I'm gonna miss how 'rebellious' we were to some lecturers. Heheh. I'm gonna miss all the crazy and fun stuffs we all did as a class. Bottom line, I'm gonna miss being in the same class with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is it. Poly life ends (not officially yet though, i'm still using my tertiary ez-link card with concession). While most of my friends are continuing with their studies. I'm beginning a new chapter in my life tomorrow. I'll be working as a full-fletched early childhood educator at... Go figure! Which means, I'm gonna be a working adult already! Wow, how time flies. It felt like it was only yesterday I started going to school. Sighs.. No more student discounts. No more allowance from my dad. Oh wait, I'm starting work tomorrow!! *panic mode* I am so having mixed feelings right now. Nervous and excited all jumbled together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. I mean tomorrow is it. Tomorrow's the day that determines everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future. My dreams. My goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my graduating friends: All the best in whatever you guys do! Keep moving forward to achieve your dreams. Never stop believing in yourself. You guys can do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To B01: It's been an awesome 3 years. I don't know what I would do without you guys. I know we had a lot of disagreements along the way with one another, so, for the sake of moving on, we'll just forgive and forget, yeah?  Anyway, I had so much fun with you guys. You guys would definitely stay in my memories for eternity. And all the best to everyone! Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Flustrous-luna.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Fwhat-i-miss-part-2.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8527952555220514581?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8527952555220514581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8527952555220514581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8527952555220514581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8527952555220514581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-miss-part-2.html' title='What I miss.... 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I'm gonna miss writing down notes dilligently on my so-called, 'Bible'. I'm gonna miss munching on snacks during lectures. And of course,  I definitely gonna miss the lecture theatres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss tutorials and how much fun we had during tutorials. From experimenting with bananas during Environmental Awareness to playing Math-based games during the Math module. From having to make funny sounds during Speech training (Hi honey!) to role playing in almost every modules that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss having presentations. I'm gonna miss talking to the class. I'm gonna miss the feeling I had everytime it's my turn to talk and everyone's staring at you as though they wanna eat you up. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss doing assignments. Camping out at the Library's ECH corner when dateline is just a week away. Staying up late in school just to get our job done. Looking for books for reference in the library but feeling a sense of frustration after you can't find the book that you want and realize that everyone else has gotten the book they wanted and kept it for themselves. C'mon, sharing is caring. Oh well, this is Singapore, everyone's Kiasu in their own ways. So I too learnt to be Kiasu. Heh. Anyways, I'm gonna miss crapping out some ideas and typing them down in my essay just to reach the minimum number of words. And I have to thank Microsoft for having the synonyms thingy cos it helps me ALOT! Haha. Whenever I run out of words to write. Ask me about referencing, and I can definitely remember the APA referencing style. Ah... what a torture especially during my first year. I was rather stumped when my lecturers introduced the APA to us. I was so confused and don't know what it was for. And felt that it was just a way for lecturers to torture us more. Haha. But now I know how important and essential it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Flustrous-luna.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Fwhat-i-miss.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4655199571879464996?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4655199571879464996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4655199571879464996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4655199571879464996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4655199571879464996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-miss.html' title='What I miss....'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7887327765774313190</id><published>2011-02-10T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:27:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you quit eating all junk food to live five years longer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes, why not? But now no. Maybe when I'm much older. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/latifahmdnajib?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7887327765774313190?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7887327765774313190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7887327765774313190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7887327765774313190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7887327765774313190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/02/would-you-quit-eating-all-junk-food-to.html' title='Would you quit eating all junk food to live five years longer?'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8571242340320471367</id><published>2011-02-06T08:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:11:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leex.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/love3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.leex.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/love3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Flustrous-luna.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F02%2Flove-life.html&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8571242340320471367?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8571242340320471367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8571242340320471367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8571242340320471367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8571242340320471367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-life.html' title='Love Life.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4997354951038329912</id><published>2011-02-04T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:25:41.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you usually plan things out or just go with the flow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I like to things to be organised and planned. So, i plan things out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/latifahmdnajib?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4997354951038329912?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4997354951038329912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4997354951038329912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4997354951038329912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4997354951038329912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-usually-plan-things-out-or-just.html' title='Do you usually plan things out or just go with the flow?'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2055711950585340947</id><published>2011-01-30T06:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:23:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YbfeswKSQfE/TBYji5_froI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AoCxTg5Iv6U/s1600/shavingbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YbfeswKSQfE/TBYji5_froI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AoCxTg5Iv6U/s1600/shavingbaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 30th of January. And 5 days ago was 25th. And 5 days ago, I turned 20. Like finally after  20 years of waiting. Okay, maybe not a 'like-finally' response, I think it would sound better this way - "Whoah, 20 already?! I'm getting older and older each day!" But then again, they say, the older you get the wiser you become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I'm turning 21 next year. Huh, talk about legal age. I don't feel that the legal age thingy has much of an impact to me, anyway. Except being able to get married and probably buy a house and a car(with no license) which I don't think will happen exactly when I turn 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did mention in my previous post about how I don't feel like my age or even look like my age. If you can't recall here it &lt;a href="http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-time-of-year-again.html"&gt;is&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I hadn't tell you guys what my actual age was, how old do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my aunts and uncles whom I'm not really close to but are closely related (if you know what I mean) have always thought I am the 15 year-old, which I was 5 years ago, now. In other words, through their eyes, I am just forever 15. Every time I went for family gatherings and I see those not-so-close-but-closely-related aunts and uncles, I would always get this, "Eh, so big already ah...? Which secondary level are you at now? Sec 3 ah? Eh, sec 4 eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I was quite amused with the ever-so cliche statement, "Eh so big already ah?" You would never fail to get that when you meet your relatives whom you seldom see. And then comes the horror - sec 3? sec 4? Hello? Seriously, sec 3? sec 4? When I've already grown out of the secondary school years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something needs to be done to my physical features so that I can look like my age again. If not my aunts and uncles would forever think that I'm a 15 year-old when I'm 5 years older. I really can't imagine them having this mindset when I'm double of that age, married and have kids. Then I'll forever be young. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-young.html" layout="box_count" show_faces="true" width="450"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2055711950585340947?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2055711950585340947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2055711950585340947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2055711950585340947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2055711950585340947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-young.html' title='Forever young.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YbfeswKSQfE/TBYji5_froI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AoCxTg5Iv6U/s72-c/shavingbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4662789250056990656</id><published>2011-01-29T12:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:55:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A favour.</title><content type='html'>Hey readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/964/inspirational2qwo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 361px;" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/964/inspirational2qwo7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been quite a while since I last blogged. Sorry guys, the mood to blog wasn't with me any more. It's like on and off. I just don't have the motivation to blog anymore. If there is someone, out there who appreciates who appreciates what I write and loves reading my blog. Please let me know so that I have a reason to write. :) If not, I think I'll just close the blog off. Cheers! Actually, I was thinking of blogging about my Korea trip. So if you guys want me to blog about my Korea Trip please comment with a thumbs up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/01/favour.html" layout="box_count" show_faces="true" width="450"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4662789250056990656?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4662789250056990656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4662789250056990656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4662789250056990656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4662789250056990656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2011/01/favour.html' title='A favour.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3211144391980262562</id><published>2010-12-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:00:12.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six</title><content type='html'>Day Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul/Local Provision shop/INcheon Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3211144391980262562?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3211144391980262562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3211144391980262562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3211144391980262562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3211144391980262562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-six.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5577576699440137828</id><published>2010-12-22T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:00:09.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>Day Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City tour: Presidential blue house, Gyeongbok palace, National Folklore Museum, Itaewon Shopping,  Visit to KBS drama Center, Lotte World Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyeongbok Palace (http://www.lifeinkorea.com/travel2//66)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxibKgERKI/AAAAAAAADMM/Ml7mvS6UnvQ/s1600/gyeongbok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxibKgERKI/AAAAAAAADMM/Ml7mvS6UnvQ/s400/gyeongbok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551920659455820962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Folklore Museum (http://park.org/Korea/Pavilions/PublicPavilions/KoreaImage/e-information/culture/fun-5.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxi6kdvTwI/AAAAAAAADMU/_Yk_TH8di-o/s1600/tra-nation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxi6kdvTwI/AAAAAAAADMU/_Yk_TH8di-o/s400/tra-nation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551921199001325314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itaewon Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxjZUc0MzI/AAAAAAAADMc/mqGrScND8C8/s1600/cimg1595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxjZUc0MzI/AAAAAAAADMc/mqGrScND8C8/s400/cimg1595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551921727278428978" 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/3204042879528619288-5577576699440137828?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5577576699440137828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5577576699440137828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5577576699440137828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5577576699440137828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxibKgERKI/AAAAAAAADMM/Ml7mvS6UnvQ/s72-c/gyeongbok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5408925857098512893</id><published>2010-12-21T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:00:06.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>Day Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf9yW8zWI/AAAAAAAADLc/q9ZOmB_Le7k/s1600/Seoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf9yW8zWI/AAAAAAAADLc/q9ZOmB_Le7k/s400/Seoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551917955735670114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul/Yongin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax Museum, Ginseng &amp;amp; Amethyst shopping, Shopping at Myeongdong &amp;amp; Nandaemun Market &amp;amp; Dongdaemun shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(253, 226, 246);font-size:85%;" &gt;The 63 Wax Museum, one of the major must-see  places at 63 City, opened in 2008. Visitors can tour the Museum and take  photos with wax figures of historical personages including  world-renowned musicians (Schubert, Bach, and Beethoven), painters  (Salvador Dali, Picasso, Van Gogh, etc.), and athletes. As many as 70  wax figures made by a famous Japanese artist are 1.5 times bigger than  actual size so that they look more detailed and life-like in photos.  ‘The Last Supper’ which took 3 years to complete, is one of the most  popular pieces in the museum. This piece is a favorite among visitors,  regardless of their nationality. Visitors are provided with costumes so  that they may dress up and take photos of themselves as Jesus’  hypothetical 13th disciple. There are also wax figures of Hallyu Stars  (Lee Byung-hun, Choi Ji-woo, Lee Young-ae, Bae Yong-joon) and figures of  people featured on a number of banknotes as well. The museum offers  visitors exciting hands-on programs, making this tour anything but a  typical day at the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from http://english.visitkorea.or.kr/enu/SI/SI_EN_3_6.jsp?cid=929935&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myeongdong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf-BKWGpI/AAAAAAAADLs/MqlIexzkLyA/s1600/3243019667_4304c86161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf-BKWGpI/AAAAAAAADLs/MqlIexzkLyA/s400/3243019667_4304c86161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551917959709334162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf95ChUXI/AAAAAAAADLk/VvGmF7JZMj4/s1600/Myeong_dong_Street_Seoul_South_Korea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf95ChUXI/AAAAAAAADLk/VvGmF7JZMj4/s400/Myeong_dong_Street_Seoul_South_Korea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551917957529031026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namdaemun Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxgYSwsPsI/AAAAAAAADL8/7G-0HhNeT7c/s1600/2452667160_428b61053f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxgYSwsPsI/AAAAAAAADL8/7G-0HhNeT7c/s400/2452667160_428b61053f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551918411110170306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxgYThXJrI/AAAAAAAADL0/Cw9UpaONaUE/s1600/seoul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxgYThXJrI/AAAAAAAADL0/Cw9UpaONaUE/s400/seoul1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551918411314308786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dongdaemun Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxhhi2wf2I/AAAAAAAADME/BrK9NWpQ6pc/s1600/DongdaemunMarkets_korea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxhhi2wf2I/AAAAAAAADME/BrK9NWpQ6pc/s400/DongdaemunMarkets_korea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551919669561032546" 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/3204042879528619288-5408925857098512893?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5408925857098512893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5408925857098512893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5408925857098512893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5408925857098512893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxf9yW8zWI/AAAAAAAADLc/q9ZOmB_Le7k/s72-c/Seoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5997593240577222299</id><published>2010-12-20T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:00:07.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>Day Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish Market of Daepo Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeLgu_gMI/AAAAAAAADLE/WHHzC6AkPFs/s1600/000033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeLgu_gMI/AAAAAAAADLE/WHHzC6AkPFs/s400/000033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551915992499585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); width: 448px; margin: 0pt auto 5px; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/travel-photo/koreahas/1/1271071804/daepo-harbor_3.jpg/tpod.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daepo Harbor, Seoraksan, Korea Rep." src="http://images.travelpod.com/users/koreahas/1.1271071804.daepo-harbor_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/"&gt;travel blog&lt;/a&gt; photo's source is TravelPod page: &lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/koreahas/1/1271071804/tpod.html"&gt;Enjoy the beauty of Mt. Seorak!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yongpyong Ski Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeL26gOGI/AAAAAAAADLU/0YGUUim9ENQ/s1600/Yongpyong%2BSki%2BResort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeL26gOGI/AAAAAAAADLU/0YGUUim9ENQ/s400/Yongpyong%2BSki%2BResort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551915998453446754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeL56KPxI/AAAAAAAADLM/G2ipIo51bRw/s1600/highres_11995429.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeL56KPxI/AAAAAAAADLM/G2ipIo51bRw/s400/highres_11995429.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551915999257313042" 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/3204042879528619288-5997593240577222299?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5997593240577222299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5997593240577222299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5997593240577222299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5997593240577222299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxeLgu_gMI/AAAAAAAADLE/WHHzC6AkPFs/s72-c/000033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7569934200946785003</id><published>2010-12-19T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:00:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>Day Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey to Nami Island and Visit the filming location of Winter Sonata (by ferry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxa8j1o4FI/AAAAAAAADKk/r02oBNUf4So/s1600/nami-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxa8j1o4FI/AAAAAAAADKk/r02oBNUf4So/s400/nami-island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551912437099847762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A place where there are romances and different beauty of  each season.  Why don't you go there and make a great reminiscence. Nami Island located in Bangha-ri, Namsan-myeon, Chuncheon-si was not an  island originally. It is an island of the Bukhangang River, which was  made as a result of the construction of Cheongpyeong Dam.  Its circumference is about 6Km, and its area is 430,000. There are a  grassplot of 260,000 in the center of the island, and chest-nut trees  and poplars around it. This place is fit for a walkway.&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the island along the straight way starting from the Nami  Island wharf, you can find a grave of General Nami this island named  after. He passed the military service examination at the age of 17 and  suppressed a riot led by Lee Shi-Ae in the 13th year of King Sejo' reign  of Joseon Dynasty, and then was promoted to 'Byeongjopanseo (Minister  of National Defense)' at the age of 27. But he died young at 28,  denounced as a traitor after King Yejong's enthronement. A phrase of his  poem which is familiar with the Korean is handed down that 'Not  subjugating the whole country as a man, who on earth will call him a  hero?'.&lt;br /&gt;This ialand has a wide grassplot, chest-nut trees, birches, ginko trees,  and maples, etc. Besides, equipped with the facilities for recreation  and accommodation, a zoo, a botanical garden and pleasure boats, it is  well qualified as a all-round recreation center. People love this island  as a rest place to provide young people with romance, lovers with  reminiscences, families and workers with affection.&lt;br /&gt;In particular, well-known through a TV drama, 'Winter love song' in  2002, it is a noted place to not only the natives but Southeast nations  like Hongkong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from http://www.lifeinkorea.com/Travel2/kangwon/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt Seorak and Tour of Kwongeumseong Fortress cable car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxcRvzOrAI/AAAAAAAADK0/r708NEF3LV0/s1600/6-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxcRvzOrAI/AAAAAAAADK0/r708NEF3LV0/s400/6-02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551913900599847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxcRbVAj_I/AAAAAAAADKs/DOAO3RNpluo/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxcRbVAj_I/AAAAAAAADKs/DOAO3RNpluo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551913895104385010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The third highest peak is Seoraksan or Mt Seorak. For as long as  memory holds, tourists far and wide have been converging on the  Seoraksan National Park near Sokcho city, located in the northeastern  part of Gangwon District. The Daechongbong Peak on Mt Seorak touches the  sky at 1,708m (5,604ft). To say that it’s breathtakingly beautiful is  an understatement. Autumn has been designated as the best time to visit  Seoraksan because this is when the trees turn into red and gold, with  shimmering flashes of silver emanating from the reflection of the sun on  dewdrops resting on leaves. The winding river and the misty mountains  provide a stupendous backdrop of what awaits eager eyes at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight at Mt Seorak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7569934200946785003?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7569934200946785003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7569934200946785003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7569934200946785003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7569934200946785003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TQxa8j1o4FI/AAAAAAAADKk/r02oBNUf4So/s72-c/nami-island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5354743260472961648</id><published>2010-12-18T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:00:07.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is a scheduled post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooo hellooo... Testing testing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies. Over the 6 days, there'll be scheduled posts that I have written beforehand. Basically, I will write about where we'll be going, just for your info. :) But if I manage to get wifi I would write up a post and provide live updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so this will be my first post! I wrote this like a few hours before my trip (in fact I wrote all my posts a few hours before I leave for the airport. hehe). In case anyone out there who misses me. *coughs* To whoever out there who is missing me, I miss you too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, my 2nd post will be up soon-ish. Stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5354743260472961648?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5354743260472961648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5354743260472961648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5354743260472961648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5354743260472961648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-people-note-this-is-scheduled-post.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6104038432133621205</id><published>2010-12-18T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:35:36.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy me. :)</title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I haven't been updating this blog of mine. This week and last week has been pretty hectic for me as well for my other coursemates. We've been busy with our own action research. My group managed to complete all the tasks yesterday.  Basically what we had to was to come up with a topic or an issue that you see in the centre and try to implement change on it. Well, I thought despite how busy and stressful the situations were, we managed to inject a bit of fun. Okay maybe not a bit but alot of fun! Didn't we, DT*? Us not having fun is totally not us. *Btw fyi, DT stands for DOUBLE TWINS. Me and Has have the same birthday  whereas, Siti and turtle have the same birthday. Hence, the name, DT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just glad all the intervention-ing, the pre-testing and the post-testing are over. And now I can take a well-deserved break.... *coughs* overseas holiday I meant. Hehe, yeah. And I definitely NEED this break. Where am I'm off to? Well, let's just say I'm off to somewhere coldddd! Away from the unbearable heat... :):) I'll be back on the 23rd! So don't miss me too much yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;LatLat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6104038432133621205?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6104038432133621205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6104038432133621205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6104038432133621205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6104038432133621205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-world-if-you-havent-noticed-i.html' title='Happy happy me. :)'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-423112572526136754</id><published>2010-11-21T07:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T07:43:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random rantings.</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for not updating for a week. I was busy with school. There were piles and piles of assignments for me to complete. It was quite overwhelming. For once I couldn't really get myself organized and prioritize my work. And yesterday, the amount of stress took it's toll on me that I just couldn't take it, so, I sat alone, crying. Sometimes, all I need is a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much much better now. I'm quite determined to finish up this assignment that is due tomorrow (shucks!) and there's still a lot more to be done. Hopefully, I'd be able to finish it up by today. And then, that's one assignment down. After which, I can enjoy myself at my family chalet @ Aloha Loyang. Thank god for the chalet if not I'd be having a mental breakdown and find myself at Hougang chalet instead. Hehe. Okay, not funny. Lame. Whatever, Latifah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good thing about next week is that, there won't be any school for the whole of next week cos it's e-learning. Why? Cos there's redcamp. And I'm performing for moppets. Tiring but worth it. All for CCA points. But then again, it's e-learning. E-learning is so urgh. Ask any ECH students and they will say they'd rather have classes then E-learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remember I used to write 'Days in NP'? I think I'm going to start writing it again. Wait for it! See ya! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-423112572526136754?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/423112572526136754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=423112572526136754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/423112572526136754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/423112572526136754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-guys-for-not-updating-for-week.html' title='Random rantings.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6696456662168841037</id><published>2010-11-14T09:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:34:56.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession...</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. I'm an online shopping addict. I don't know why but I just love buying clothes online. I'd sit for hours in front of my laptop and browse through albums after albums of beautiful items for sale on facebook. And if I'd see anything that I like I'd comment on the photo and soon enough the seller would send me a private message and before I know it I'd find myself standing in front of at ATM machine transferring money to the seller. And if I'm short of cash, I'd just browse through the albums and just admire the beautiful/wonderful/amazing/awesome items that are for sale,thinking to myself that one day I would own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently, I'm really REALLY short of cash. I'm trying to save up to get myself  a box contacts which is running out sooon. Bahh~ Anyway, despite that, I still browse through the albums on facebook. And I think it's kinda becoming a habit. Or perhaps a hobbit? Hobby+habit. I can't keep myself away from facebook and I can't stop myself from looking at items for sale on facebook. I'm practically doing it every day, every single day, mind you! If only I had tons of cash I'd buy everything I see on facebook that I like. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad. Buy all of the things I never had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need to stick to a fixed budget every week. And at the rate I'm spending for the past few weeks, I would be saving just peanuts. Gah, I need a financial advisor, like seriously. Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6696456662168841037?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6696456662168841037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6696456662168841037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6696456662168841037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6696456662168841037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a confession...'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1135599245581928774</id><published>2010-11-12T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:53:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of interview and trial lesson.</title><content type='html'>Today I had my trial lesson at one of the 'My First Skool' childcare centre. The trial lesson determines whether I get the job. Oh fyi, I went for a job interview a month ago. My very first job interview and man, was it scary. I was practically shivering while waiting for my turn.  Okay, maybe not to that extend. I wasn't really shivering but my heart was thumping fast. The thoughts on my mind were running everywhere. Seriously, I couldn't think straight. But I told myself to keep it cool and just look happy, interested and as though you know everything in the world. Haha. And So the interview went well. The interviewer was a nice lady and she didn't make things hard for me. Thankfully. There were a few questions that got me stunned for a moment or two. But I managed it well and answered her question with confidence (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the trial lesson. Yeah, it didn't really went well. Cos two of the kids just lost interest after a while. I had to warned them to behave a few times. But can't blame them though. They are just being kids. But thankfully, the girls were quite obedient and they listened to me. One negative thing was that I had to keep raising my voice when I talk to them (which I hated so much). The class had 24 children but I guess it was less than that when I came down just now. So I practically had to raise my voice so that the children who were with me would be able to hear me well. And then after the lesson, my throat was hurting badly. Maybe I should start  projecting my voice with my diaphragm rather than straining my voice. I did get feedbacks from my mentors saying my voice is quite soft. Oh well, should start practicing speaking loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really hope I would get the job and after graduation I cant start work immediately. Make changes and empower the children. Haha (macam paham). Learn that from IEP (independent education project). Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1135599245581928774?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1135599245581928774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1135599245581928774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1135599245581928774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1135599245581928774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-interview-and-trial-lesson.html' title='Of interview and trial lesson.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-188595280269606942</id><published>2010-11-09T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:05:30.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet wet tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Today seems like a normal, boring tuesday. Except that I got soaked in the rain despite using the umbrella. And and I got wet feet which might result to stinky feet. So, I had to dry them on the bus. I was "smart" enough to wear my super long pants that it touches the floor and yeah it got wet too. Urgh. Hate it when it rains. So troublesome. And guess what? tomorrow's gonna be another wet day. 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A lazy sunday afternoon, having fun, kite-flying with my little brother was awesome. And did I mention how much I enjoy kite flying? I know some of you might be wondering, what's so great about kite flying? How do you enjoy kite-flying? Basically, the kite flies high up and you just watch it fly... There isn't much excitement in kite-flying which you can get playing video games or watching movies. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me, I find it rather exciting and enjoyable. From trying to get to fly to watching it fly high up in the sky. I remembered the first time I was introduced to kite-flying which was ages ago. My dad used to make kites for us and we'd go to Pasir Ris Park and fly our kites there. And as we got older, the idea of kite-flying wasn't in our list of fun things to do. And only last 2 years, I got an interest in kite-flying after a friend of my brother invited us to kite-fly at a field near our house. For that entire hour, I had the best time of my life. And slowly, I grew interested in kite-flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a really cheapskate kite, ehm, less than 2 bucks. I practically ran the entire field just to get it to fly. Fyi, the field was the size of 5 football fields. But the kite was stubborn and it didn't flew. Good thing is, I get to lose some calories running around the field. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I invested in a more expensive and better ones. And then it started flying. Man, was I happy. Felt a great sense of achievement. Watching it fly high up makes me smileeee... Felt as though my troubles are being flown away by the kite. And today, it flew higher and higher. The higher it gets the more my troubles are being flown away by the kite. And the more happier I get. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall go kite flying every week. Anyone up for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1825678457704750105?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1825678457704750105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1825678457704750105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1825678457704750105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1825678457704750105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/11/excitement-of-kite-flying.html' title='The excitement of kite-flying,'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1971991991671454001</id><published>2010-11-06T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:04:41.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song that never fail to make my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arS13eB4ouE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arS13eB4ouE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe all songs by Sezairi Sezali made my day. :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1971991991671454001?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1971991991671454001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1971991991671454001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1971991991671454001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1971991991671454001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/11/song-that-never-fail-to-make-my-day.html' title='The song that never fail to make my day.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5558412322702958278</id><published>2010-11-05T07:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T07:48:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment to Remember</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching a 2-hour long korean movie on youtube, A moment to remember which was recommended by my sister. The movie's about this young lady who was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. The memories of her life would come and go, one moment she'd remember the next moment she won't. I watched how she struggled with her life, trying her best to seize every opportunity to work things out every time she remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, sometimes I wished I had Alzheimer so that I won't be able to remember all the unfortunate incidents that had happened. All the bad memories I had would be erased. Nothing left on my mind. Gone. The past would definitely mean nothing to me. I won't be able to think about the unfortunate incidents and cry my heart out. I won't. Tomorrow will be another brand new day for me. The past would just vanish on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if I would to have Alzheimer, the sweet memories I had and I would definitely want to remember for as long as I live would all be gone. I will definitely won't be able to remember my loved ones. And I bet it would definitely hurt them knowing that I can't remember them. But I never wanted to see them looking all despaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there's something that can erase all the bad memories and keep the sweet memories on my mind.  I know that's just my wishful thinking. If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5558412322702958278?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5558412322702958278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5558412322702958278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5558412322702958278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5558412322702958278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/11/moment-to-remember.html' title='Moment to Remember'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8866568065854141167</id><published>2010-09-16T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:29:29.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bentomalaya.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/ramadhan-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.bentomalaya.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/ramadhan-2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Image for illustration&lt;/span&gt; *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a week of Hari Raya has passed. Had lots of great food and gassy drinks. Rendang, ketupat, ayam masak merah, sayur lodeh and the list goes on and on.. I think in less than a month I would have gained a few pounds. Urgh hate when that happens. But I can't help myself, I just loooove food. I live to eat. And what's more? The food during Hari Raya are just so tempting. I just can't help it. Oh not forgetting the goodies. Kuih tat, honey cornflakes, kuih sugi. Okay now I feel like eating them. My mom would definitely freak out when she sees the bottles of kuihs all empty. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8866568065854141167?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8866568065854141167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8866568065854141167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8866568065854141167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8866568065854141167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6240006062082986426</id><published>2010-09-03T06:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:16:59.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya in the village.</title><content type='html'>Today's the 24th day of Ramadhan. 6 more days! I'm really looking forward to the first 2 days of Hari Raya. Usually I'm not this excited cos it's practically the doing the same thing over and over again. But this year it'd be different. Not just for me but for my paternal relatives as well. Do you really wanna know? Ok, ok.. I'll give you guys a clue.. I won't be in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I together with the relatives from my father's side would be celebrating Hari Raya at the kampung! I'm super excited. I've never really experienced celebrating Hari Raya at a kampung and I'd always wanted to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the older folks saying how wonderful and lively it was to celebrate Hari Raya at the Kampung. What with the gotong-royong (the entire village helping one another prepare for the big day), the firecrackers (in singapore you only get to play with sparklers. oh well), the foooood (always trying city food, it'd be quite refreshing to try out village food, confirm nice!) and of course house visits would be alot different than in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be also quite exciting for me cos I haven't visited the kampung for quite a long time. The last time I visited the place 10 years ago? When I was still in primary school. I remembered how carefree it was there. I use to find how exciting it was to chase chickens and trying to catch them even though I was afraid of them. I followed my aunts and uncles to the river to catch fishes. Oh, I remembered there was this wooden bridge outside the kampung which you have to cross to get the kampung. I was so afraid that the bridge would just collapsed that I never dared to cross it. I'd hop into someone's car and get him to drive me out of the kampung. The bridge was scary! There were holes in between them. Well I hope I have gotten over the fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the downside is that erm, the village has alot of creepy crawlies. And I mean it ALOTTT! And being one who is terribly afraid of insects, I'd find it so difficult to get sleep for fear that the insects would just crawl up to my body.. Urgh. There was once I was in the room and a house lizard DROPPED ON TOP OF MY HEAD! I totally freaked out so was my mom. Thankfully, my dad was around! The lizard was wayyyy bigger than those you find in Singapore. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about house lizards, basically, the atmosphere and excitement for Hari Raya there would be alot better than in the city of Singapore. And I'm really looking foward to it minus away the creepy crawlies.. And of course with my cousins tagging along, it'd be a lot more fun, I bet! Ooooh, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6240006062082986426?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6240006062082986426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6240006062082986426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6240006062082986426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6240006062082986426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-in-village.html' title='Raya in the village.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6757506893839642602</id><published>2010-09-01T06:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T06:59:02.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya secrets revealed.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 22nd day of Ramadan. Oh gosh, how time flies. In about a weeks time it will be Hari Raya. And guess what? I haven't got my Hari Raya clothes. And I'm not even panicking. My sister is though. Oh well. I don't understand what's all the fuss about Hari Raya. Basically you just visit your relatives' house and eat and eat and eat. Oh and get green packets (ka-ching!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have this strange feeling of awkwardness whenever the adults give me green packets. I use to be so excited upon seeing green packets and the contents that were inside them. I was truly excited when I see green or red notes.  And I will start dreaming of the things that I'd buy. Toys, toys and MORE TOYS!! As I grew older, the things that I bought for myself were somewhat practical. Those were the things that I'd never buy if I hadn't gotten any green packets. Things like coloured pens, notebook, diary, a new wallet, school stationaries and the list goes on and on.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the routine I did at the end of every house visits. I would hide myself in my room, took out all the money in the green packets and start counting them. And counting them. And counting them. Till I get satisfied. I'd smile to myself with the amount of money I have and the the things that I can buy with the money. But I stopped doing that. Now, I just chuck the money on one side and when I need the money I would take it out and use it. If not I'd deposit them in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a long list of things I'd want to buy with the money.  That list was done way waaaaaay before Hari Raya. You can imagine how excited I was for Hari Raya. I'd window shop and look our for the things that I want and note them together with the price without even thinking I it's a want or a need. That's me alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how I was during Hari Raya. teehee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6757506893839642602?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6757506893839642602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6757506893839642602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6757506893839642602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6757506893839642602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/09/hari-raya-secrets-revealed.html' title='Hari Raya secrets revealed.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4988478831178059933</id><published>2010-08-17T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:41:21.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming back home.</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long hiatus guys. I've been busy with school for the past few months due to attachment. And.. er, even though attachments ended a month ago, my blog is still somewhat empty. As some of you might say, my blog's "breeding" cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, the mood to blog just isn't there with me anymore. I used to have this great feeling of enthusiasm to blog whenever I switch on my laptop. I'd login to blogger and sit in front of my laptop just typing away. Whatever comes in my mind I'll just type it down. Slowly, this feeling seems to wither away. And now, it has gone. Poof. Disappeared. Nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness for a friend I found the feeling hiding in the corner and I managed to capture it. Although just a teeny weeny bit, but over time, the great feeling will grow day by day. But the feeling will grow with the help of my readers. Help me in this will you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4988478831178059933?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4988478831178059933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4988478831178059933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4988478831178059933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4988478831178059933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-coming-back-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming back home.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6754576039408675403</id><published>2010-04-26T07:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:55:57.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NP'/><title type='text'>Days in NP (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss lectures in lecture theatre. Definitely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From sleeping during lectures on the swinging table and having like a 'tug-of-war' with the table (if you know what I mean). To, playing games during lectures, Hangman, guessing pictures of idioms with Siti (i forgot what they were called, someone enlighten me please), and of course the all time favourite BINGO. I think if Bingo were an epidemic, we would all be dead. When one start playing, the person next to us will start playing, and before you knew it the whole row is playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From signing in class, and having no clue what the person is signing. When I say signing I meant sign language. I would then end up mouthing the word, "What?" and question marks all over my head. Oh, and not forgetting song signing, a friend of mine loves doing that. With much enthusiasm. Right? To writing secret love notes to each other. I remembered the time when we played angel and mortal (will talk about that another day) and we sent secret love notes to our mortal, and the mortal would be looking around the lecture and wondering who sent it when the angel is sitting right beside the person. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From using facebook during lecture. That is when the games on facebook comes in handy. To, chatting with your friends via MSN. Typical conversation - "I'm bored.."  "I'm bored too..."  "When is she going to end..."  2 minutes later... "I'm bored.."  "I'm bored too...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From doodling your notes. I'm guilty of that. I think if I would to collate all my doodles, I can make it into a  500-page book. Haha. To saving paper. Once I realise that I'm running out of paper (saving money and environment, by not buying more foolscap), I would divide the A4 paper into 3 parts and write smaller. Then me and my friends would compare who used more space or more paper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From talking nonsense. To sharing gossips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From talking in lecture and when the lecturer called you to answer a question and you don't know what the question was and you hear a small voice saying, "Busted!!!!!" To, having such great friends to help you out in times like this...  Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything else to add? Share with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6754576039408675403?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6754576039408675403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6754576039408675403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6754576039408675403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6754576039408675403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/04/days-in-np-part-2.html' title='Days in NP (Part 2)'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2428977085972534375</id><published>2010-04-21T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:49:02.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I made a change.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here's the thing, just in case you guys haven't known, I've been wearing tudung for the past few weeks. My profile pic was a teaser before school reopen. I love it when my friends ask me, "lat, are u wearing the tudung already?" and i just said,"you'll see when school reopens." and ohoh, i love the priceless look on their face when they saw me. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm already getting the hang of people i know looking at me and not saying hi (how heartless) cos they couldnt recognize me... Oh well. And it's so typical of them to say, "Lat, you wear ... erm that that thing on your head? I couldn't recognize you!" Oh that thing on my head, is a tudung if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, alot (yes a whole lot) of my friends have been asking me questions about this whole new look on me like, Why did i decide to put on tudung? What must i do? Why now? And so on forth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I have been wanting to put on the tudung ever since I was little. But my mum didnt want me to cos she thought it was quite troublesome. Cos I was young at that time and I didnt know how to tie my own tudung. and then a few yrs later, i taught myself to tie my own tudung. And then i start wearing them at certain occasions like during hari raya and weddings... Only until last year I seriously thought of wearing. I told a few of my friends that I'd be wearing after semester 2, but I guess I disappoint some of them. Cos, I just couldn't, I wasn't ready. I was having practicum at that time and if I'd to wear, the children would have a hard time recognizing me. So, I ditched the idea of wearing the tudung at that time. And finally after end of year 2, I told myself that I'm gonna wear the tudung in year 3. And that I'm ever so ready. So, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudung, or some may call it hijab, is a head covering worn by the Muslim women complete with a modest Muslim style of dressing. Muslim women are required to cover themselves up from the top of the head all the way down to their feet. They are only required to show their faces and hands. Muslim women are not allowed to reveal any parts of their body except the hands and their face to men whom they do not have blood relation with except their husbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I have answered all your doubts. If you still do have any, feel free to ask me anywhere any time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2428977085972534375?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2428977085972534375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2428977085972534375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2428977085972534375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2428977085972534375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-i-made-change.html' title='The day I made a change.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4602499615299281183</id><published>2010-04-20T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:32:25.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NP'/><title type='text'>Days in NP (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I remembered the best module I had, Speech training with one of my favourite lecturer, Ms Chong. Had so much fun with her! So many memories. From the unstoppable laughter we shared to the funny high-pitched "Hi honey, Hi honey!". Of course, I would never forget the recordings we did during class with the headset and speaker. Gonna miss the spinning chair, which I never stop spinning. Miss the table divider. The first time Ms Chong told us about the divider, I was fascinated by it. Apparently, it reduces the noise made from your neighbours. But I doubt it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else, I won't forget the funny facial expressions and the weird sounds we made (err, yeah weeeiiiiirdd sounds...) in one of the lessons. I definitely won't forget the storytelling assessment we had to do. I'm sure everyone is entertained by our dear Rui Jing. And Daphne with her Bee story and costume which made us call her Daphne the Bee. It doesn't rhyme, how about, Ne the Bee. Ok, random muchios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm cracking my brain... I guess that is all for now. More post coming up in two days! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4602499615299281183?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4602499615299281183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4602499615299281183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4602499615299281183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4602499615299281183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/04/days-in-np-part-1.html' title='Days in NP (Part 1)'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2997667815371909488</id><published>2010-04-17T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:20:03.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Year 3!</title><content type='html'>Omgosh, I can't believe it! I'm gonna be in Year 3 when school reopens in 2 days time! How time flies.... It felt like it was only yesterday I was a freshie. Talk about freshie, I went for HMS FOC 2010 a few days ago. This time round, I wasn't a GL but a station master. How boring can it be, you tell me (provided you were a station master)? Totally did not enjoy the waiting and the carrying of logistics. But the campfire was one hell of a night. I thought it was better than last year's. Although there wasn't any real fire which was suppose to have but because of the rain they had to cancel it off. But still, I enjoyed every bit of the campfire, from the performances to the dance party at the end. Saw alot of dance performances by the freshies dancing to songs by korean bands. Gosh, they were mad good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, time really fly fast. I remembered the time when I was a freshie in NPSU and HMS FOC. Great times. I remembered how confusing the time table looks. L01 la, 52-05-02 la... yada yada yada... And my friendly seniors helped me out.  I remembered the first day of school when I waited for my camp mates who were in the same lecture as me at NP bus stop, just for assurance. I remembered how I got lost in the freakishly huge campus and had some kind soul to show me the way. I still get lost in school even after 2+ years in NP. And the list goes on and on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Know what, as part of my final year in Ngee Ann I shall write down something I remember doing in NP every day, okay maybe every alternate days. Do watch out for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, in my final year, I thought of getting a new image. So, dear friends, classmates, etc etc.. you would see a new me on Monday. :D Haz told me my makeover was a success that she couldn't recognized me when she walked past me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2997667815371909488?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2997667815371909488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2997667815371909488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2997667815371909488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2997667815371909488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-year-3.html' title='Yay Year 3!'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5301020078143357181</id><published>2010-04-06T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:21:26.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asam Rebus.</title><content type='html'>Today, after much persuasion from my mother, I stepped into the kitchen with her. She taught me how to cook Long Beans in Boiled Tamarind or as what my mother says, Asam Rebus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it's quite an easy dish to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need are,&lt;br /&gt;Long beans (duh!) it comes in a bundle.&lt;br /&gt;2 red chili&lt;br /&gt;1 onion&lt;br /&gt;2-3 cups of water&lt;br /&gt;Tamarind (Assam)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and sugar for taste&lt;br /&gt;and a POT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chop the long beans into small pieces, wash and drain them&lt;br /&gt;2. Blend the chilies and onion with 1 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;3. Make Tamarind(Assam) juice/water with the Tamarind(Assam); I don't know whether to call it Tamarind juice or water cos my mother referred to it as 'Air Assam' and 'air' is water in English.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so how do you make Tamarind juice, take a small handful of Tamarind and soak it with 2-3 cups of water in a bowl. Wash the paste off the fruit in the same bowl so that the paste would mix well with water. It's best to use your hands. And there you have it Tamarind juice/water.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour the blended chilies and onion into a heated pot (according to my mother, you don't have to add oil cos there's the Tamarind water/juice). Saute them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour the Tamarind juice be careful not to add in the fruit&lt;br /&gt;6. Add in salt and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wait till it simmer.&lt;br /&gt;8. Add long beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5301020078143357181?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5301020078143357181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5301020078143357181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5301020078143357181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5301020078143357181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/04/asam-rebus.html' title='Asam Rebus.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5758236004578602468</id><published>2010-03-26T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:30:39.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I dumped my other half.</title><content type='html'>After 7 years of wearing glasses, I finally pulled up my courage, threw away  my fears and started wearing contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I dread wearing them. I was so afraid that something will happen to my precious eyes. I heard stories of the lenses going to the back of your eyes. I see people getting eye infection cos of contact lenses. Bottomline, I fear putting things inside my eyes. After all we only have 1 pair of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, my friends were beckoning me to put on contact lens. They told me how easy it is to put it in and take it out. They told me how beneficial it would be to wear contact lens. But hey, it wasn't just my friends. My mind was playing along with them as well. It feels as if there is a small little person inside my brain talking to me to wear contacts instead of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just 2 months ago, I made up my mind to start saving the money I got for my pay and buy a box of contact lens and start wearing them. But along the way, I began to have second thoughts. It's as thought the little person had disappear. And just a few days ago the little person came back and start to fiddle with my mind. AND there goes the facebook comment on facebook(duh!) about me contemplating whether to wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally yesterday, I braved myself to enter the optical shop with my two of my good friends, Haz and Atikah and said, "Hi I wanna make contact lens. This is my first time." It's not over though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optician told me to come the next day so that his colleague can help me out. I guess he wasn't in-charge of contact lenses. SO, another day of waiting. And the wait was unbearable, to the extend of me having a nightmare about wearing contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my appointment with the optician was at 3. And can you imagine the long hours I had to wait just to get my hands on the contacts. But I kept myself busy, shopping (at City Square Mall)! Thankfully. If not, I would've died of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when it is almost 3 o'clock my heart was thumping like elephants running for safety. Okay whattheheck. If one would have supersonic ears they would've heard my heart beating fast. So, my friends(the same ones who were with me the day before) and I head to the optical shop after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optician gave me a pair to try on. He put them for me at first. It felt like something wrapped around my eyeballs. And then he taught me how to put it on and I did and it took me like probably 15mins. Ya, Haz said that it was a good achievement. Compared to her which took her a whole day.. Different people have different abilities. And taking out was a whole different story altogether. But overall, I think with practice it'd be fine. Hehe. So proud of myself. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, basically, this is it then. Contacts all the way. I mean as in not all the way. I meant contacts for the day and at the end of day I'll still wear my good old spectacles. And if you are wondering what my other half is, it's my specs. I don't mean like literally dump it away. I'll still wear it, like now.... Okay la, thanks for reading and see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: omgosh, did u guys read the entire thing? *salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5758236004578602468?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5758236004578602468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5758236004578602468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5758236004578602468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5758236004578602468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i-dumped-my-other-half.html' title='The day I dumped my other half.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3852183350287405608</id><published>2010-03-26T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:50:41.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a better world.</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone's becoming more environment-friendly conscious this days. Well, it's good isn't it? It shows that we all care for our environment. For those who are always bringing an extra bag for grocery shopping and request for no plastic bags, two thumbs up TO YOU GUYS! Erm, for those who still shop bring home 4-5 bags of plastic bags home, boo you! Heheh, I'm quilty as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, now you can play your part in saving the environment. If you think bringing an extra bag is troublesome, then try this. Furoshiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not Fushigi Yugi, some anime comic book. Furoshiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Originating from Japanese culture where it promotes caring for the environment and reducing waste; Furoshiki is the eco-friendly wrapping cloth. Using techniques similar to origami, it can be used for gift wrapping, grocery shopping or simply as decor. Choose from a wide variety of sizes and designs to complement your lifestyle. Why furoshiki? It is reusable and multipurpose. Each year billions of plastic bags end up as litter; reusable bags, such as furoshiki can help reduce the impact to our environment. Its versatility allows you to wrap almost anything regardless of its shape or size. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically you can make any kind of bags with just a piece of cloth. Can you believe this? A piece of cloth can be turned into bags? The Japanese are genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video showing you how to make a shoulder bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYE3dQPtBkk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYE3dQPtBkk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conjunction of earth hour (psst, it's tomorrow!), try making one and use them when you shop! I know I will! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And don't forget to switch off your lights for 1 hour (8.30pm-9.30pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3852183350287405608?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3852183350287405608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3852183350287405608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3852183350287405608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3852183350287405608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-better-world.html' title='For a better world.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8994777140894139976</id><published>2010-03-24T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:44:58.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455324f5467324d6a6b3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Family Chalet" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455324f5467324d6a6b3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photo-albums/" target="_blank"&gt;free scrapbook&lt;/a&gt; created with Smilebox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8994777140894139976?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8994777140894139976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8994777140894139976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8994777140894139976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8994777140894139976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-free-scrapbook-created-with.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4754875512227551153</id><published>2010-03-10T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:00:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those wonderful shows..</title><content type='html'>I've been at home slacking for the past few weeks. Seriously, I'd die of boredom. But thankfully, there's this thing called the internet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the past few weeks, I've been doing nothing but watching videos on youtube. Random videos of total strangers, funny videos, music videos, incredibly ridiculous videos, videos of cooking shows and the list goes on and on.. And while surfing youtube, I chanced upon a video which bring back a lot of memories to some of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9j26t0FOzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9j26t0FOzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I grew up sitting in front of the television watching nothing but Nickelodeon. Back then the SCV cable that I had didn't have disney channel. So I was stuck with watching Nickelodeon. But thankfully the shows that were aired on Nickelodeon were rather entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those were the shows that never fail to crack me up and I have to admit I never get sick and tired of watching them even if they keep repeating the same episode over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my all-time favourites is 'All That'. Man, I miss the funny short scenes they had like, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DVWys25bXs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Vital Information&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93sxInETZKo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Everyday French with Pierre Escargot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a9Wl188JzM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Lisa Foiles in 2-gether 4-ever&lt;/a&gt; and who can forget &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M__qgzlkZgo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Sugar and Coffee&lt;/a&gt;? And right after watching that scene I would sneak into the kitchen and start swallowing sugar. I tried coffee but it made me puked. I tried milo instead. I swear, I thought they were the coolest bunch of people ever! I worshipped them and I've always wanted to be a part of them. Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and there's The Amanda Show. The name of the show says it all isn't it? Amanda's like seriously hilarious. Just like 'All That' her show is divided into different scenes. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug4SAEW-h6U&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Dare Show&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3MCUMYxd_I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; Cynthia Worthington&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6Iq-lZx8Ek&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Girls' Room&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVblmPmqvy0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Totally Kyle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHYtn0bIT68&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt; (one of Amanda's many characters). And of course, Moody's Point. One thing i remembered about the show was one of the Dad lost a toe and one of Moody's friend mistook the dad's detached toe with an olive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And who can forget the ultimate duo Kenan and Kel? "Who loves orange soda? Kel Loves orange soda! Is is trueeeeeeeeee? Mhmmm, I do I do I do I do oooh" Sounds familiar? Kel is like madly in love with orange soda. I think when he grows he'd marry one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, this "couple" can practically make a joke out of anything. They are insanely hilarious. I believe they can never survive without getting into trouble. Lots of trouble. Once they were told to housesit Kenan's boss's house, in the end they turn it into a pig sty. Omgosh. And Kel, he's like so gullible and urgh I hate to say this, he such a dumbo. But that's what we all like about him. But seriously, if I had Kel as a friend, I'd kill myself. Don't know how Kenan does it (able to stand being GOOD FRIENDS with Kel) but he sure does it well. But I really enjoyed the show. I'm watching a rerun of this shows on youtube. You guys should go watch them! relive your childhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ohh, and do you know, while all of you go crazy over Barney, Sesame Street, I go crazy over Gullah Gullah Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wow3g5rGw5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wow3g5rGw5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that yellow giant frog you saw is called Binyah Binyah. Isn't he cute? Way cuter than Barney and the characters in Sesame Street. The show's about appreciating the nature and stuffs like that. More like environmental awareness. It's sad cos they are still showing Barney and Sesame street but not Gullah Gullah Island. sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh Man, I miss all these great shows. They are not aired on Nickelodeon anymore. Unfortunately. And all that's left are just memories... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4754875512227551153?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4754875512227551153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4754875512227551153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4754875512227551153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4754875512227551153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/03/those-wonderful-shows.html' title='Those wonderful shows..'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7843243716491206792</id><published>2010-03-08T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:25:23.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.okmovietrailers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/alice_in_wonderland_movie_poster_mad_hatter-472x700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 700px;" src="http://www.okmovietrailers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/alice_in_wonderland_movie_poster_mad_hatter-472x700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gonna watch Alice in Wonderland 3-D. But that freak sister of mine said it wasn't worth watching. What do you guys think? Hmmm, we shall see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7843243716491206792?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7843243716491206792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7843243716491206792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7843243716491206792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7843243716491206792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5595372763256912790</id><published>2010-03-01T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:05:47.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day my life came crashing down....</title><content type='html'>I had a shock of my life when the Old Chang Kee auntie whom I always buy my chicken wing and beehoon from asked me THE QUESTION I DREAD OF FOR NOW. NO, not the fact that I look like a thirteen year old. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You work in Singapore how long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$%#@$%%$%$#@$!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dear readers who have no idea what I was talking about. I hate to elaborate on this but I have to, for my readers sake. The auntie thought I was a maid. For god's sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing that question, I just stood there, stunned, for half a second. I didnt know what to say. The first word, or rather, first sound that came out from my mouth was, "Huh?" Okay, so maybe it was the way I dressed that made her thought that I was a youknowwhat. But, hey the distance between my house and the mall was just a few km away. Oh, so you expect me to dress up, wear make up that kind of stuff? And anyway, I just had a joke around my neighbourhood which explains the unkempt hair I had at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my hair is always tied up and at times messy. And probably that make her think i was a youknowwhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something should be done and it should be done fast before I get yet another comment. Funny, it didn't affect me much when my brother told me that his friend asked,"Ali, since when did you  had a maid?" But after the OCK auntie incident, something must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This calls for a emergency make over. I shall start wearing my tudung asap. Put on make up that kind of girly stuff and maybe consider wearing contacts. Look out people, Lat's gonna make a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: #8: Accept criticisms with an open mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5595372763256912790?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5595372763256912790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5595372763256912790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5595372763256912790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5595372763256912790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-called-youknowwhat.html' title='The day my life came crashing down....'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1631799242054916687</id><published>2010-02-22T08:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:14:01.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>Note to self #7: Have a HTHT - Heart to heart talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1631799242054916687?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1631799242054916687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1631799242054916687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1631799242054916687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1631799242054916687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/7.html' title='#7'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2984848480351115932</id><published>2010-02-21T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:12:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Note to self #6: Try and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadda great weekend with the paternal side of the family to Tanjung Pinang. Although the cousins were a lot less younger than me. But still we had fun. From the ferry trip to the "awesome" Shangrila hotel. From experiencing living in a kampung to experiencing a wedding in a kampung. From playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantu hantu&lt;/span&gt; (ghost ghost) with the uncle being the pochong. My gosh. And not forgetting shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's back to reality - exams tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2984848480351115932?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2984848480351115932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2984848480351115932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2984848480351115932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2984848480351115932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome-weekend.html' title='awesome weekend!!'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1919398999900676837</id><published>2010-02-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:42:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>Note to self #5: Seize the opportunity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1919398999900676837?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1919398999900676837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1919398999900676837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1919398999900676837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1919398999900676837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2227534275547715168</id><published>2010-02-17T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:17:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AA - Autism Argh!</title><content type='html'>Omgosh, I'm dying soon. Autism is killing me!! And no, it's not that I have autism. I have to memorize and know about this whole list of diagnostic criteria and intervention approaches, basically one whole chunks of information for my exam. Argh! Yesterday's study session at the airport was somewhat productive. I managed to cover like a few topics. But AUTISM!! ARGH! I skipped it to the last part. Talk about save the "best" for the last. I'm going school today to have another mugging session. My aim is to finish up autism, memorize everything and tonight have a good rest. Thursday and Friday will just scan through everything to refresh my memory. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant wait for PEC - Psychology of Exceptional Children to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self #4: Don't JTC - Jump to conclusion&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/3204042879528619288-2227534275547715168?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2227534275547715168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2227534275547715168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2227534275547715168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2227534275547715168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/3_17.html' title='AA - Autism Argh!'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8722954226477693876</id><published>2010-02-16T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:37:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Note to self #3: Unleash your fullest potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8722954226477693876?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8722954226477693876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8722954226477693876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8722954226477693876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8722954226477693876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/3_16.html' title='#3'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3217069783953076857</id><published>2010-02-15T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:39:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>Note to self #2: Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3217069783953076857?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3217069783953076857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3217069783953076857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3217069783953076857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3217069783953076857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2241849428967701704</id><published>2010-02-14T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:44:45.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy Chinese New Year to all my lovely friends and readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the MIA-ing. I've been really busy with school. Exams are just around the corner. Next week in fact. Have been juggling with revision and work. Yeah, I'm working this CNY holidays at Giant Tampines (ps, do drop by if you can). Been working for the past 2 days. 2 more days and I'm done. And I can officially start revision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was one hell of a week. Went through a lot of struggles and difficulties with Flash Assignment. Glad all that is over. Just waiting for exams to be over and then holiday. Oh and I can't wait for class chalet. Me and my 2 sergeants together with the others planned alot of fun stuffs. Really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'll end of here. See ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2241849428967701704?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2241849428967701704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2241849428967701704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2241849428967701704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2241849428967701704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5185459354962843288</id><published>2010-01-31T11:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:44:52.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perler craze!</title><content type='html'>Ever since my friends brought me those Perler beads for my birthday. I haven't stopped fiddling around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You haven't got a clue what Perler beads are? Okay, basically they are these really really small beads which when dropped, it is literally gone. I've dropped like a few of them already and most of them just went missing. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently addicted to perler beads now. I'm always on the net searching for perler bead desgins. This are what I've done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6aCSzFdI/AAAAAAAADJk/eKCJ_rxovEQ/s1600-h/31012010%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6aCSzFdI/AAAAAAAADJk/eKCJ_rxovEQ/s400/31012010%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432742375714919890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6Zx9oFrI/AAAAAAAADJc/sk_OCm53thI/s1600-h/31012010%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6Zx9oFrI/AAAAAAAADJc/sk_OCm53thI/s400/31012010%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432742371331151538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6ZeZ22oI/AAAAAAAADJU/v8iC7CXRyIY/s1600-h/31012010%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6ZeZ22oI/AAAAAAAADJU/v8iC7CXRyIY/s400/31012010%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432742366080850562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6ZGF398I/AAAAAAAADJM/s6CUoTQgUUE/s1600-h/31012010%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6ZGF398I/AAAAAAAADJM/s6CUoTQgUUE/s400/31012010%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432742359554586562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6YyeANOI/AAAAAAAADJE/GIm_odt2qD4/s1600-h/31012010%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6YyeANOI/AAAAAAAADJE/GIm_odt2qD4/s400/31012010%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432742354287080674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, you have to have a peg board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T7LdchojI/AAAAAAAADJ0/c_U8BNw6Ejw/s1600-h/8a6108ba9e8f2464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T7LdchojI/AAAAAAAADJ0/c_U8BNw6Ejw/s400/8a6108ba9e8f2464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432743224817066546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they come in different designs. They are the ones holding the beads into place. But you're not done yet. You have to iron the beads so that they get stick to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T8Cq-ao8I/AAAAAAAADKE/pdr4hE93oOc/s1600-h/foursteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T8Cq-ao8I/AAAAAAAADKE/pdr4hE93oOc/s400/foursteps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432744173341680578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in the midst of a very big project. I'm creating this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T8g0fHU2I/AAAAAAAADKM/T6FGBWx8JPk/s1600-h/organizer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T8g0fHU2I/AAAAAAAADKM/T6FGBWx8JPk/s400/organizer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432744691290821474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would probably take me 2-3 days. Go go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5185459354962843288?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5185459354962843288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5185459354962843288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5185459354962843288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5185459354962843288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/01/perler-craze.html' title='Perler craze!'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S2T6aCSzFdI/AAAAAAAADJk/eKCJ_rxovEQ/s72-c/31012010%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3663473540285373041</id><published>2010-01-16T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:28:35.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE stationaries</title><content type='html'>I came across this particular facebook group called, 'In Primary School getting to write with a pen was SUCH a big deal.....' and it got me smiling. Well, of course writing a pen was SUCH  a big deal. It's THE PEN you're talking about. The only stationary that means a lot to primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.... my brother. Younger brother la (haah? what again...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother is now in Primary 4. And that is when they are allowed to use a pen for their school work. So the story goes like this, I came back from school, still outside digging for my keys when he opened the door and said with much excitement and enthusiasm, "Sister!!!! I can use pen eh!! I can use pen!!!" And the wonderful sister, yours truly, just gave a one-word comment - Ah. Wait was that even a word? Anyway, I was tired. And moody. So, I didn't really had the energy to entertain him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my shower, I was in my room doing some work. He barged in, sat beside me and took some random paper and tested his correction tape. He asked me, "Sis, how do you use this thing?" I snatched (yes snatched) away his correction tape and showed him how to use it and he took this opportunity to tell me about his so-called achievement of being able to write with pen. And me not wanting to be such a bad sister, said, "Good for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny that I was somewhat like my brother when I was first allowed to use a pen. The feeling of being able to write with a pen was just indescribable. I just like how the ink smudges on your paper as you write and instead of the normal boring black words, you have blue words in your compsition. It adds colour to my compo I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.dickblick.com/items/218/21/21821-7010-1-3ww-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 107px;" src="http://cdn.dickblick.com/items/218/21/21821-7010-1-3ww-l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I just like the clicking sound of the  expensive pilot pen. I irritate teachers very much. And I like to dismantle the spring, cap and everything inside and make it as a weapon to shoot your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.premium.com.sg/catalog/images/IMG_Corrpen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.premium.com.sg/catalog/images/IMG_Corrpen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I tell you about liquid paper? Tell you ah. When you are in Primary school this things are never cheap. Cos it was my dad who always bought me my stationaries, he didn't really bought me a correction fluid/liquid paper cos he thought that I didnt really need it. But I want it, like so bad. Cos i thought if you have it you're like one of the richest kid. So, I skipped some recess just to save up for this thing you see on the left. And when I got it. Guess what I did? No, i didn't use it to liquid away my mistakes. I use it to make somekind of a... dont know how to describe it.. balloon? Alright I shall buy a liquid paper and video it to you guys to see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun never stops,&lt;br /&gt;Lat Lat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/LOVELY%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/LOVELY%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3663473540285373041?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3663473540285373041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3663473540285373041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3663473540285373041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3663473540285373041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/01/stationaries.html' title='THE stationaries'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5915612969189790480</id><published>2010-01-10T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:14:42.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason why I eat, sleep, breathe facebook.</title><content type='html'>I'm quite amused with all this groups/fan pages that has been up on facebook for the longest time ever. If you aren't on facebook yet, which I know there still are, man, you guys are missing out on alot of fun things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, if and only if you aren't on facebook and if you haven't been touching your facebook after you created a facebook account and thought to yourself, "Wtf am I thinking creating a facebook account?" and then you abandoned your facebook account, then you've gotta read this. If not proceed on to point 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;1. What are groups or fan pages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;group&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A number of persons or things ranged or considered together as being related in some way. And in facebook term, a group is a webpage where &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/LOVELY%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;a bunch of people (100,000 and counting) who have a common interest, hence they come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;fan page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, fan pages are web pages for people who supports to a certain idea/someone/something. Hence they are called fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I see no difference in these two terms on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. So, you know what groups and fan page are right? And I've gotta say, I'm quite amused, fascinated, amazed, you name it by these groups and fan pages that is on facebook right now. I can't help it but smile and at times laugh hysterically whenever I see a group or a fan page with a title that is so attractively amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=16203695511"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I ALWAYS FORGET WHAT THE TEXT MESSAGE SAYS WHEN IM REPLYING TO IT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=175722360806"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe the word 'studying' was derived from the words 'students dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Okay, the 2nd is really... I will never thought of it. Who would be so free enough to sit down and think of the word 'studying' as 'students dying'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And groups/fan pages like the 1st one never fail to make me smile cos I know, I'm guilty of it. Yes, I forget what the text message says when i'm replying to it. And sometimes I dont reply cos my fingers are just too lazy to press the back button and read the message all over again. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some cracked me up, like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=269298835990"&gt;After fastfood I wash my hands on the condensed surface of my drink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2370503659"&gt;When I Was Younger, I Put My Face Close to the Fan to Hear My Robot Voice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;I'm sure some of you did #1 once in a while unless you're a hygiene freak and washes hands after every single thing you do. I do that cos, you know, when you eat fast food, like a full meal, you get so full, especially after eating big mas that you can't even get up and go to the nearest sink to wash your hands. Or or you are checking a guy out and you dont want to miss him so you stay put on your chair and to get your hands clean you secretly wash your hands on the the condensed surface of the drink. *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for #2, it got me laughing hysterically cos, yeah, obviously I did it. I sit in front of the fan and pretend that I'm a singer in a recording studio and recording a song. The fan is a substitue for a microphone. Get it? And sometimes I pretend that I'm a DJ. In fact, I feel like doing it now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5915612969189790480?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5915612969189790480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5915612969189790480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5915612969189790480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5915612969189790480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-quite-amused-with-all-this-groupsfan.html' title='The reason why I eat, sleep, breathe facebook.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3114548240123378529</id><published>2010-01-08T07:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:10:43.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the year again.</title><content type='html'>I'm turning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINETEEN&lt;/span&gt; in about 2 weeks time. Can you believe it. How time flies. Another year of getting a year older. But then again, a friend of mine said age is JUST a number. Big deal? So what if I am 19. I can still be the same me that I was 2 years ago right right? And furthermore, I don't quite look like my age. People think I look younger like 5 years younger. But I like it. Cos I'll forever be young in their eyes. I see 15/16 year olds behaving as though they 10 years older. My question to them: Why do you want to grow up so fast? Enjoy life as it is. Don't try to change the nature of things. You know what I mean? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know wak amin?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heheheheh. I'm being my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak-tahu-malu&lt;/span&gt; (no shame) self. But hey, I make life easier for some of my friends who don't know what to give for my birthday. Okay, I sound like a brat. If you are sincere enough to make my wishes come true, feel free to do so. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latifah's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINETEENTH&lt;/span&gt; wishlist&lt;br /&gt;1. Jodi Picoult's Handle with Care.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ikea PYSSLA Beads and bead shape (click here if you &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/50128572"&gt;dont&lt;/a&gt; know what is it)&lt;br /&gt;3. School Bag (I definitely need one and I'm probably getting myself this cos I'm still looking for the perfect school bag, one that fits everything even my laptop)&lt;br /&gt;4. More clothes perhaps? But no one knows my style better than my mom. :D&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psst Hazimah, Atikah and Pooja&lt;/span&gt;, Hady Mirza just released his 2nd album!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3114548240123378529?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3114548240123378529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3114548240123378529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3114548240123378529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3114548240123378529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of the year again.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8223632951924085494</id><published>2010-01-03T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:10:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on tight.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, not a single update for the New Year. Was pretty much busy with assignments after my short vacation to 'The State of The Reddish-brown Eagle' which is Langkawi. I practically left everything undone before I went for holiday. Wise move huh? And after I got back, assignments are piling on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang on tight&lt;/span&gt;, this would be yet another long post (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trip to Langkawi was relatively a short one. However, it was quite meaningful. The fact that I longed for a holiday since god-knows-when. I learn alot about the legend of Langkawi. The Great Legend of Mahsuri. The curse she laid upon Langkawi. I learn about the different stories behind all the small islands surrounding Langkawi. I learn about the benefits of the geographical location of Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast facts*&lt;br /&gt;1. Mahsuri laid a curse on Langkawi whereby the land of Langkawi would be barren for 7 generation and they said the curse was somewhat true as after the birth of the direct decendant of Mahsuri and the 7th generation, Langkawi began to prosper&lt;br /&gt;2. Tsunami did not hit Langkawi because of the 99 small islands that surround the main island of Langkawi. The 99 small islands stops the strong currents from hitting Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes there are 99 small islands surrounding Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;4. Langkawi comes from the word 'lang' which is helang and means eagle which explains the huge eagle staute and 'kawi' which was derive from a gem stone (i think) called batu kawi. and this stone is a reddish-brown in colour. And voila, Langkawi which means, Reddish-brown eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring you snippets of my relatively short trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGCceZd9I/AAAAAAAADIU/0FsE4iQ31aU/s1600-h/26122009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGCceZd9I/AAAAAAAADIU/0FsE4iQ31aU/s400/26122009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422481327915628498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGCA2PawI/AAAAAAAADIM/bOCte4d2_2A/s1600-h/DSCF1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGCA2PawI/AAAAAAAADIM/bOCte4d2_2A/s400/DSCF1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422481320499440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGBkTnDuI/AAAAAAAADIE/J2LGJAN1l44/s1600-h/DSCF1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGBkTnDuI/AAAAAAAADIE/J2LGJAN1l44/s400/DSCF1374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422481312837996258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's the 3rd day of new year. 2010! Wow wee, how time flies. Been a decade since the new millennium. And, generally, I should be listing down my resolutions. What I want to achieve, what I want to do and yada yada.. But I'm not and never gonna do it again. Cos even if I set my resolutions, I wouldn't accomplish them. SO, forget the whole idea of even thinking about writing down my resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy belated New Year to all! While everyone celebrate the countdown of New Year, I was at home sleeping, down with a terrible headache. Instead of counting down to the Nnew Year, I'm counting down to sleep... Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, another posts from yours truly. k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8223632951924085494?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8223632951924085494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8223632951924085494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8223632951924085494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8223632951924085494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2010/01/hang-on-tight.html' title='Hang on tight.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/S0CGCceZd9I/AAAAAAAADIU/0FsE4iQ31aU/s72-c/26122009%28006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-409013290807572109</id><published>2009-12-22T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:36:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy who made my Wednesdays a lot better</title><content type='html'>Attachment for the last 2 weeks wasn't as meaningful as it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this boy, Bryant, whom from the very start of my attachment to the centre has caught my eye. He's really adorable and has really fat cheeks that makes me feel like pinching them. But that aside, I found that there is something special about him. And the problem lies there - I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got this really blur look on his face which always make me smile. And when I do, he would look at me and say, 'what?' in his blur-like-sotong-and-not-happy look. Which make me smile even more and I would say, 'nothing, bryant' and inside my heart I would say, 'You made my day, Bryant. Thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike his other friends, he's quite an introvert and rather soft spoken. I somehow felt that I connection with him even without communicating with him. How you'd ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, through observing. I observe every thing he does. From writing, playing, eating etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has this fascination towards dinosaurs. He can talk anything about dinosaurs. And i love listening to him talk which is quite a rare sight. Even though he doesn't speak much, surprisingly, he is quite eloquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryant's not with the centre anymore. I heard his parents took him out of school and got his grandmother to look after him. What a pity, if not I would have got to know him more and find out that something special about him and also to listen to his wonderful stories of dinosaurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-409013290807572109?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/409013290807572109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=409013290807572109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/409013290807572109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/409013290807572109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-who-made-my-wednesdays-lot-better.html' title='The boy who made my Wednesdays a lot better'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7793166292017323735</id><published>2009-12-20T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:08:57.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to random rantings</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are finally here! I can finally have some intimate session with my ehm... roooom... What were you thinking? Anyway, if you really know what I mean.. And no, I'm not weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, where was I, oh yeah, holidays! Yaye! I had Sims 3 session for a whole 3 hours, something which I havent done for quite some time. I thought of writing down my plans for this erm.. 2 weeks break? But come to think of it, all I 've ever planned for my holidays is to just stay at home and start Sims 3-ing. So, why bother to write them down when I can have all of it my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like my other coursemates, we have that much-hated thing called assignments which all of us have to complete. But I'm giving myself a break (from assignments) after sleeping, eating, breathing and shitting assignments for the past 1 month. It has been a hell of a month - meeting datelines, meeting up for group projects, individual assignments, lesson planning, supervision. Craaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my parents, I'm getting a much-deserved trip to Langkawi, Malaysia - the land of the brown eagle. I'm looking forward to it although we'll only be there for 4 days. And unfortunately, disappointed as an avid and wild fan would be, I'm gonna miss Singapore Idol. I'm gonna miss the one who'd be crowned the next Singapore Idol. Oh well. There's this thing called the net. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7793166292017323735?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7793166292017323735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7793166292017323735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7793166292017323735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7793166292017323735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-random-rantings.html' title='Back to random rantings'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4180635585325559566</id><published>2009-12-13T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:48:08.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm gonna miss SG Idol on 27 december cos I'll be away. :(  Please for those who care, tell me who won asap on the 27th. It would really help me alottttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mr S, I'm gonna miss those days, hunting for you and screaming your name at roadshows. I'll give you emotional support like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4180635585325559566?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4180635585325559566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4180635585325559566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4180635585325559566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4180635585325559566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gonna-miss-sg-idol-on-27-december.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8916693713752579709</id><published>2009-12-13T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:27:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is SO better than one</title><content type='html'>If you'd have noticed (I know Erma did), I added a new song on my site. Yep, it's awesome AJ Rafael and the awe-inspiring Kina Grannis singing Two is better than one by Boys like Girls featuring Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song which was sang by Taylor (Lautner, ok random) Swift and Boys like Girls, it didnt really struck me. And I even thought this song was quite boring and meaningless. However,  when I heard it sang by *insert angelic voices* Kina Grannis and AJ Rafael sang this, I just stood there for a few seconds. Listening to AJ's soulful voice and Kina's powerful vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny; weeks ago when I heard Taylor and the BLG's rendition of this song, the song wasnt't at all inspiring, mundane, I say. Probably it was Taylor who sang it? I'm not really a big fan of hers anyway. And I dont think she did a great job in singing that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wow, AJ and Kina really gave meaning to that song. I can really relate to it. And it made me tear a little. Thumbs up for AJ and Kina for a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ilajil"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ Rafael's youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kinagrannis"&gt;Kina Grannis's youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8916693713752579709?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8916693713752579709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8916693713752579709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8916693713752579709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8916693713752579709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-is-so-better-than-one.html' title='Two is SO better than one'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8054732736171722401</id><published>2009-12-13T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:08:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The very last day I see my boyfriend. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SyTm3-svQPI/AAAAAAAADH8/tCbwwo6wHCo/s1600-h/DSCF1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SyTm3-svQPI/AAAAAAAADH8/tCbwwo6wHCo/s400/DSCF1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414706501404016882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SyTm3YqKTvI/AAAAAAAADH0/8toGTrdyrbM/s1600-h/DSCF1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SyTm3YqKTvI/AAAAAAAADH0/8toGTrdyrbM/s400/DSCF1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414706491192659698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me, I'm having some emotional moments with my new-found-but-due-to-certain-circumstances-we-have-break-up boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8054732736171722401?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8054732736171722401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8054732736171722401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8054732736171722401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8054732736171722401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-last-day-i-see-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SyTm3-svQPI/AAAAAAAADH8/tCbwwo6wHCo/s72-c/DSCF1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1131811357016114880</id><published>2009-12-06T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:16:25.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a jerk at times.</title><content type='html'>I think I owe an apology to some of the people in my life whom I have hurt - my parents, my siblings and most importantly my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have finally come to realize what a pain in the ass I have been. I have made people's life miserable. I have caused them enough trouble. I feel as though I've been a burden to them. I have made them angry. I was rude to them. I have been selfish. I have been stubborn. And the worst of all, I have hurt them. Terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to change for the people I love. I'm trying my best to be a better person. And I'm definitely trying my best to appreciate the things that they have done for me and what great people they have been. I just overlooked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a Big Fat Meanie. I feel like I'm THE evil witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my loved ones, I'm really sorry for all the bad things I've done. I've been a jerk, I know. And I'm trying my best to change, I hope you guys would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1131811357016114880?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1131811357016114880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1131811357016114880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1131811357016114880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1131811357016114880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-being-jerk-at-times.html' title='On being a jerk at times.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5042789197457831501</id><published>2009-11-23T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:22:19.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Palm Islands, Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SwnjTvWVpZI/AAAAAAAADHs/1j3zUErAFvE/s1600/mid-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SwnjTvWVpZI/AAAAAAAADHs/1j3zUErAFvE/s400/mid-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407102755902170514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed. Guess what? It's man-made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5042789197457831501?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5042789197457831501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5042789197457831501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5042789197457831501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5042789197457831501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/11/palm-islands-dubai.html' title='The Palm Islands, Dubai'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SwnjTvWVpZI/AAAAAAAADHs/1j3zUErAFvE/s72-c/mid-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7151102733740683474</id><published>2009-11-21T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:54:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A really quick update. Busy busy busy. Assignments due in the following and it stretches out for about 3 weeks or so. So, I guess I won't have time for a super-duper long update. And and and, I have a field practicum supervision next week which makes me feel like puking every time I hear people talk about it. And and some of my classmates who had their supervision done got positive remarks from the supervisor. And when I think about myself being supervised, I always thought that I would screw up my lessons and the supervisor would mark me down (like duh) and fail me (dreaded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please please with a cherry on top let Wednesday be nice lovely day for me to do my supervision with ease and please with with with a..... some rainbow sprinkles on top that the child would listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7151102733740683474?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7151102733740683474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7151102733740683474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7151102733740683474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7151102733740683474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1378839085265170596</id><published>2009-10-30T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:48:06.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Silent for 8 hours.</title><content type='html'>If you guys are aware enough, there is this thing called Pledge of Silence (POS) which took place this morning. What we're suppose to do was we were told to be silent for the specific amount of time. And surprisingly, it was THE talk of the town. Well, for my class, it was. When one joined, everyone else did. In the end, almost more than half the class signed up, and I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was quite an experience, not being able to speak, make noise or any other form of sounds. So, we tried all means to get our message across - smsing, using sign language, lip-moving and the good old writing technique. Most of my class mates were very much equipped with a pen and paper. Another one brought in a mini whiteboard. Yea, that was how enthusiastic she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I've got admit it. It was tough, definitely, especially when you have people like ____, yeah. My class would no who I'm talking about. heh. People like _____ would purposely did things to make you talk or worst still make you laugh at the start of the morning. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was group discussions. Apparently, the good old paper and pen doesn't work. Imagine talking to your friends and you have to wait for them to write down what they wanna say. When you only have 5 mins to discuss. So, we had no choice but to erm,  yeah, talk (almost forgot what that word was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great fun. If there would to have another POS next year, I would totally join again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, anyone wants to donate an amount to my pledge card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1378839085265170596?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1378839085265170596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1378839085265170596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1378839085265170596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1378839085265170596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-being-silent-for-8-hours.html' title='On Being Silent for 8 hours.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5056539687012891816</id><published>2009-10-30T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:29:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Sisterly Love.</title><content type='html'>I finally caught my Sister's Keepers in the cinemas a few days ago. Since it's release I was very much tempted to watch it online. But somehow, something seems to stop me from watching it online and illegally. Prolly a sign telling me to wait for its release in Singapore and watch it in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to admit I did not regret what I did. The tears shed was worth every penny. And if you'd followed me on facebook, you would have known that the 5 of us, Daphne, Cass, Yvonne, Tammie and myself cried throughout the show. It's THAT sad. And it of all the movies we've watched together there was never once when all of us cried together. So, somehow it was a great experience for me seeing my other friends shed some tears. Cos for some, I've never seen them cry for the past 1 year I was with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, the movie was THAT heart wrenching. And it was not at all disappointing albeit the change in ending. No, not because I had a good cry but the message that was put across - Sisterly love. The strong love and bond the two sisters, Kate and Anna shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie I watched which had such message put across was late Yasmin Ahmad's film Muallaf. The love both the two girls, Rohana and Rohani (the older one) was seen by Rohani's actions towards her sister. Every time they are done with their prayers or whenever they had to be parted from one another, Rohani never fails to give a sincere kiss to her sister. And I asked my sister, "How come we never do that?" And she said, "Cos you never do that." And I gave a peck on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the movie The Sister's Keepers (and just like the title), the movie had a strong emphasis on sisterly love. Each and every moments Anna and Kate spent was just so beautiful - from the moments they spent at the hospital to moments they spent at home. And adding to that they had really loving and caring parents who are always there to help Kate go through her ordeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely recommend this movie for those who have sisters. Watch it with your sisters and have a really good cry. I think I'm going watch again but this time with my sister. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5056539687012891816?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5056539687012891816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5056539687012891816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5056539687012891816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5056539687012891816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-sisterly-love.html' title='On Sisterly Love.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5841224191513138991</id><published>2009-10-16T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:58:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well that ends well</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from camp! A great 4 day 3 nights camp it was. Or should I say it was BOOMZ! Those who missed it, missed a whole lot of fun. Aching all over, sore throat, voiceless, but it was all worth it. And guess what I'm already missing camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the game we played during mass ice-breakers which has names that sound like branded bags. A game where we had to poke people (guci, sounds like Gucci) and elbow people's thighs (LB, which sounds like LV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy especially for people like me who can't stand being poked by the side and elbowed on the thigh. I was trying hard, while stopping the other two sitting beside who was poking me so badly that my rib cage would rupture any time, to point out to another person so that they can have the same misery as me. Just like what happened to Fang Xiu over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn0Fs7BCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/LzKjtS5iB4w/s1600-h/fx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn0Fs7BCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/LzKjtS5iB4w/s400/fx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393033960869266466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn1WS1WmI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/WJnWUNy1knY/s1600-h/fx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn1WS1WmI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/WJnWUNy1knY/s400/fx4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393033982503115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn02jN11I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/POZUyiLTYrs/s1600-h/fx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn02jN11I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/POZUyiLTYrs/s400/fx3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393033973981894482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn0uISf-I/AAAAAAAAC4I/BtJ9syJIYeM/s1600-h/fx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfn0uISf-I/AAAAAAAAC4I/BtJ9syJIYeM/s400/fx2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393033971721469922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And goodness look how happy Juo Wi is laughing at others' misery. EEEE-VIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss identity-making. Didn't know we could have so much fun making our identity/flag. Okay, maybe the fun part wasn't making the flag but smearing paint on people's face... nyahahaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution! Yellow flag in the making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvqSOJDgI/AAAAAAAAC6A/1uOJOCe6kHU/s1600-h/DSCF1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvqSOJDgI/AAAAAAAAC6A/1uOJOCe6kHU/s400/DSCF1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393042588524154370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfvp6upOvI/AAAAAAAAC54/_1NkthC6wgM/s1600-h/DSCF1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfvp6upOvI/AAAAAAAAC54/_1NkthC6wgM/s400/DSCF1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393042582218029810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvptoEMYI/AAAAAAAAC5w/NeQxByKa2Xc/s1600-h/DSCF1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvptoEMYI/AAAAAAAAC5w/NeQxByKa2Xc/s400/DSCF1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393042578700775810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvRVM1yHI/AAAAAAAAC5o/QDmswgwesq4/s1600-h/DSCF1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvRVM1yHI/AAAAAAAAC5o/QDmswgwesq4/s400/DSCF1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393042159827273842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvQ_PJf0I/AAAAAAAAC5g/lw2gXavofYw/s1600-h/DSCF1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvQ_PJf0I/AAAAAAAAC5g/lw2gXavofYw/s400/DSCF1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393042153931374402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvPulcmII/AAAAAAAAC5I/h42EU1tAoZk/s1600-h/DSCF1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfvPulcmII/AAAAAAAAC5I/h42EU1tAoZk/s400/DSCF1027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393042132281628802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfuuLuFdVI/AAAAAAAAC5A/IjuLF27ZNJI/s1600-h/DSCF1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfuuLuFdVI/AAAAAAAAC5A/IjuLF27ZNJI/s400/DSCF1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393041555986937170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfwTrsjcmI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/j8uWsCrhXIE/s1600-h/DSCF1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfwTrsjcmI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/j8uWsCrhXIE/s400/DSCF1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393043299737236066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the day games even though I didn't play most of them. But still watching my campers participating or should I say suffering in most of the games, was enjoyable. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how amusing it was when the SMs placed the campers in a soccer formation during the animal farm game. Super hilarious. One of my campers, Yong Jian was a victim and he was place way at the corner. Corner kick huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfzeCKkzEI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ElmEZjYQwYc/s1600-h/DSCF1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StfzeCKkzEI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ElmEZjYQwYc/s400/DSCF1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393046776102308930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the guy in the middle, also my camper, Edmund aka Steven was made a defender. Funny how the guys even use their hands to... erm, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfz-vERXBI/AAAAAAAAC6o/a78J2hzPgM8/s1600-h/penalty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stfz-vERXBI/AAAAAAAAC6o/a78J2hzPgM8/s400/penalty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393047337911278610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how they got dirty (and smelly) during the bucket life relay. The bucket filled with chrysanthemum tea, huh Eric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf1O2J6WCI/AAAAAAAAC6w/va8p4rVkiz0/s1600-h/DSCF1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf1O2J6WCI/AAAAAAAAC6w/va8p4rVkiz0/s400/DSCF1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393048714203519010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder what rubbish they have put in. Guess what they had to mix the concoction with their bare hands. Oh goody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm very proud of them. Great teamwork you guys got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf1xLMlv0I/AAAAAAAAC64/sOpgVwJQ9Ik/s1600-h/DSCF1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf1xLMlv0I/AAAAAAAAC64/sOpgVwJQ9Ik/s400/DSCF1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049303967448898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf1xzH4xBI/AAAAAAAAC7I/cniIHC7y2vc/s1600-h/DSCF1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf1xzH4xBI/AAAAAAAAC7I/cniIHC7y2vc/s400/DSCF1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049314685142034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf2LKaShUI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/IBbJOxhw1n4/s1600-h/DSCF1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf2LKaShUI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/IBbJOxhw1n4/s400/DSCF1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049750433072450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the scandal that my group had during the lighthouse game. Ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf2gwvcrII/AAAAAAAAC7Y/RNoK_kt3Bxw/s1600-h/DSCF1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf2gwvcrII/AAAAAAAAC7Y/RNoK_kt3Bxw/s400/DSCF1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050121499618434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hotness... Got chemistry eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf2vDh8eiI/AAAAAAAAC7g/PW3PjkPGCoM/s1600-h/DSCF1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf2vDh8eiI/AAAAAAAAC7g/PW3PjkPGCoM/s400/DSCF1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050367061424674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is BOOMZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the time when my group had a tough fight with the Purple group at the station "What's the message". But at the end it was a tie and they had to do a tie breaker which was ridiculously silly. Hear this, they had to run from one end to another shouting/screaming/saying/moaning/groaning "Ahhhh..." in one breathe and come back with a raffia string which was at the other end still shouting/screaming/saying/moaning/groaning. We lost though. But it doesn't matter. Right, right, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf50eOq04I/AAAAAAAAC7w/7tUpLTw9y-U/s1600-h/DSCF1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf50eOq04I/AAAAAAAAC7w/7tUpLTw9y-U/s400/DSCF1093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393053758662562690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf50M5M2lI/AAAAAAAAC7o/NMi6hdCqAoo/s1600-h/DSCF1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf50M5M2lI/AAAAAAAAC7o/NMi6hdCqAoo/s400/DSCF1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393053754009115218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the best part of day 1. Night walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf648A-wSI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/5jBAxpr5IAE/s1600-h/DSCF1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf648A-wSI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/5jBAxpr5IAE/s400/DSCF1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393054934889316642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf6hEqlFmI/AAAAAAAAC8I/-NCnbFh9uNY/s1600-h/DSCF1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf6hEqlFmI/AAAAAAAAC8I/-NCnbFh9uNY/s400/DSCF1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393054524894418530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf6gtsYOKI/AAAAAAAAC8A/DXejDLVX8F0/s1600-h/DSCF1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf6gtsYOKI/AAAAAAAAC8A/DXejDLVX8F0/s400/DSCF1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393054518727948450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the times when the excos, SMs and GLs played around with them. The GLs with their leaves and twigs trick which somehow does not trigger any reaction to my campers. The SMs at the 'shave the balloon' station had powder and colgate with them, well, I dont have to say what they did, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9_7uEFLI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/ZXpEIjmIt0o/s1600-h/DSCF1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9_7uEFLI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/ZXpEIjmIt0o/s400/DSCF1136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393058353603941554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9_UF3SdI/AAAAAAAAC9I/5KmXuIHWZuA/s1600-h/DSCF1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9_UF3SdI/AAAAAAAAC9I/5KmXuIHWZuA/s400/DSCF1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393058342966348242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9_Hg0v2I/AAAAAAAAC9A/VjowslZl4E8/s1600-h/DSCF1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9_Hg0v2I/AAAAAAAAC9A/VjowslZl4E8/s400/DSCF1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393058339589767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9-qfCtdI/AAAAAAAAC84/mqH2-59ctgs/s1600-h/DSCF1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9-qfCtdI/AAAAAAAAC84/mqH2-59ctgs/s400/DSCF1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393058331797665234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9-YozhZI/AAAAAAAAC8w/_4O2IAxHz7Y/s1600-h/DSCF1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf9-YozhZI/AAAAAAAAC8w/_4O2IAxHz7Y/s400/DSCF1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393058327006774674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf86eh-DMI/AAAAAAAAC8o/7IjP2wrJ_l8/s1600-h/DSCF1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf86eh-DMI/AAAAAAAAC8o/7IjP2wrJ_l8/s400/DSCF1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393057160357612738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf853y493I/AAAAAAAAC8g/HhHLocWMXhs/s1600-h/DSCF1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf853y493I/AAAAAAAAC8g/HhHLocWMXhs/s400/DSCF1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393057149959599986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf85sjVmpI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/KCcbLKUsnv0/s1600-h/DSCF1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf85sjVmpI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/KCcbLKUsnv0/s400/DSCF1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393057146941577874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss when the group had to do a task for the SMs. And my GL partner, Eric had to suffer. Well, sometimes it's fun watching people suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-zQdXNrI/AAAAAAAAC9g/HmXe89rn3II/s1600-h/DSCF1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-zQdXNrI/AAAAAAAAC9g/HmXe89rn3II/s400/DSCF1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059235344365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-y5kkYwI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/4dIoUph0XdM/s1600-h/DSCF1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-y5kkYwI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/4dIoUph0XdM/s400/DSCF1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059229200573186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf85sjVmpI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/KCcbLKUsnv0/s1600-h/DSCF1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf85sjVmpI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/KCcbLKUsnv0/s400/DSCF1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393057146941577874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the forfeit of the day. Run around the pole 10 times and stride down Orchard Road, I mean the white line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-0X3iohI/AAAAAAAAC94/yaMY1FiahSY/s1600-h/DSCF1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-0X3iohI/AAAAAAAAC94/yaMY1FiahSY/s400/DSCF1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059254513082898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-0HOGL7I/AAAAAAAAC9w/koh3s8JVIyw/s1600-h/DSCF1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-0HOGL7I/AAAAAAAAC9w/koh3s8JVIyw/s400/DSCF1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059250044284850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-zhH81PI/AAAAAAAAC9o/YJcmSekehi4/s1600-h/DSCF1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf-zhH81PI/AAAAAAAAC9o/YJcmSekehi4/s400/DSCF1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059239817958642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_fSDZTGI/AAAAAAAAC-g/0mxoUt-m08k/s1600-h/DSCF1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_fSDZTGI/AAAAAAAAC-g/0mxoUt-m08k/s400/DSCF1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059991686564962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_e45LlII/AAAAAAAAC-Y/5mqmovbIZyo/s1600-h/DSCF1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_e45LlII/AAAAAAAAC-Y/5mqmovbIZyo/s400/DSCF1155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059984932836482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_ekyls-I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/ehPA8z8eF8I/s1600-h/DSCF1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_ekyls-I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/ehPA8z8eF8I/s400/DSCF1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059979536479202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_eMcGUCI/AAAAAAAAC-I/UTEhaVcO5mo/s1600-h/DSCF1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_eMcGUCI/AAAAAAAAC-I/UTEhaVcO5mo/s400/DSCF1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059972999696418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stf_d86uw3I/AAAAAAAAC-A/xKvTi4Uy9D4/s1600-h/DSCF1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Great exercise for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg3Cn2fg7I/AAAAAAAAC-o/5v4eWgYA_HQ/s1600-h/hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg3Cn2fg7I/AAAAAAAAC-o/5v4eWgYA_HQ/s400/hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393121071972975538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss that 100 over stairs my campers had to climb up just to complete their task which made them totally exhausted even though it's only the first station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg3XdsVL9I/AAAAAAAAC-w/RNGPXIfQZgU/s1600-h/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg3XdsVL9I/AAAAAAAAC-w/RNGPXIfQZgU/s400/stairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393121430023253970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But that doesn't stop them from going to the next station - Clementi Town Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how wonderfully friendly and nice people in the West are for helping us direct to the two SMs (which we eventually found were the excos) after walking for one big round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how relief it was when the task wasn't that demanding and that my campers could complete in less than 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg8OoPe2XI/AAAAAAAAC_A/uIptXjahEFk/s1600-h/DSCF1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg8OoPe2XI/AAAAAAAAC_A/uIptXjahEFk/s400/DSCF1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393126775794358642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss what my campers did once they got the clue for the next station and when Ange told them to search for the next station. And they literally did. They called up their friends and ask them to search for the next station which was the name of the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg9ki1MeDI/AAAAAAAAC_I/eTal0k8MUnc/s1600-h/DSCF1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg9ki1MeDI/AAAAAAAAC_I/eTal0k8MUnc/s400/DSCF1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393128251810674738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that leads them to the next station - Sembawang Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how slack-ish we all got despite only the 3rd station. We even had the time to buy bubble tea. Bubble tea FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the slack-ness, we were able to catch up with the 1st group - Gold aka KimKim. They left abt half an hour earlier than us at the 2nd station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the super nice and friendly SMRT bus driver who made me feel so embarassed of myself. The driver looks rather dark so I thought he's a malay and I asked him if the bus stops at Sembawang Park IN MALAY. And the man was like, "I dont speak malay." And the first thing I did was look at his name tag. Yeah, he's chinese. You couldn't imagine how embarassing the whole scene was. Rahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the station at Sembawang Park. Why not? We were stuck there for an hour searching for orange flags with number 1 and 2! Banana and Kimkim decided to cooperate with one another looking for the flag but it doesn't seem to ease the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk4-lJNfHI/AAAAAAAADDg/82mcpoNMs1E/s1600-h/sembawang4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk4-lJNfHI/AAAAAAAADDg/82mcpoNMs1E/s400/sembawang4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393404676526668914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk4-MWDFJI/AAAAAAAADDY/z4nbAe4ZLUU/s1600-h/sembawang3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk4-MWDFJI/AAAAAAAADDY/z4nbAe4ZLUU/s400/sembawang3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393404669869626514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk49nb5LmI/AAAAAAAADDQ/aB0BCKkVlnU/s1600-h/sembawang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk49nb5LmI/AAAAAAAADDQ/aB0BCKkVlnU/s400/sembawang2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393404659962031714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk49aPaPHI/AAAAAAAADDI/SmkmQUlXju4/s1600-h/sembawang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk49aPaPHI/AAAAAAAADDI/SmkmQUlXju4/s400/sembawang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393404656420011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm definitely gonna miss when Firdaus did that thumb thingy so that he can hitch a ride. And guess what after about 3 cars and 1 lorry drove pass us, a bus stopped for us and it's the exact same bus and driver that we took to Sembawang Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk5iheD1LI/AAAAAAAADDo/Tf03INBST4U/s1600-h/fifi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk5iheD1LI/AAAAAAAADDo/Tf03INBST4U/s400/fifi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393405294015665330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the close-to-2-hour lunch cum bonding session Banana and Kimkim had outside Junction 8. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthAyMSLBJI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/f3T-cTYfkYc/s1600-h/DSCF1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthAyMSLBJI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/f3T-cTYfkYc/s400/DSCF1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393131784811250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCgj7S8eI/AAAAAAAAC_4/QDvChmRLjJg/s1600-h/DSCF1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCgj7S8eI/AAAAAAAAC_4/QDvChmRLjJg/s400/DSCF1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393133680943362530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCgeTZLDI/AAAAAAAAC_w/XiGruZukVPs/s1600-h/DSCF1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCgeTZLDI/AAAAAAAAC_w/XiGruZukVPs/s400/DSCF1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393133679433821234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCf30PdaI/AAAAAAAAC_o/1MuVmJGOcxo/s1600-h/DSCF1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCf30PdaI/AAAAAAAAC_o/1MuVmJGOcxo/s400/DSCF1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393133669102613922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCfVidOzI/AAAAAAAAC_g/5yMz-wm4lSA/s1600-h/DSCF1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCfVidOzI/AAAAAAAAC_g/5yMz-wm4lSA/s400/DSCF1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393133659901213490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCfNbSV-I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/l1qrDk_GgwM/s1600-h/DSCF1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthCfNbSV-I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/l1qrDk_GgwM/s400/DSCF1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393133657723656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss shopping at NTUC with the typical auntie, Heather aka Pwincess, who always has her orange NTUC OCBC card with her. I'm gonna miss it every time when she say, "Eh, must go NTUC! I got card can have discount!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the lazy afternoon walk we had after lunch and when one of our medic, Gracia said, "Eh, after eating cannot run..." She sound so motherly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how much fun Banana and Kimkim had during that walk. We planned to walk together and when anyone walk pass us which we dubbed THE TARGET, we surround them, squat down and screamed, "Ahhhhh!" I can't believe I joined them. But it was fun! I can't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the dance that both Banana and Kimkim did at the 4th station - Bishan Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFtpBqoPI/AAAAAAAADAY/GiCp4HKQjok/s1600-h/DSCF1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFtpBqoPI/AAAAAAAADAY/GiCp4HKQjok/s400/DSCF1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393137204185440498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFtWkJjII/AAAAAAAADAQ/McqBqzsgfls/s1600-h/DSCF1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFtWkJjII/AAAAAAAADAQ/McqBqzsgfls/s400/DSCF1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393137199229799554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFswocVWI/AAAAAAAADAI/jBCiGq_jbIg/s1600-h/DSCF1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFswocVWI/AAAAAAAADAI/jBCiGq_jbIg/s400/DSCF1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393137189047260514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFsc2By_I/AAAAAAAADAA/ElVqlOd8IGI/s1600-h/DSCF1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthFsc2By_I/AAAAAAAADAA/ElVqlOd8IGI/s400/DSCF1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393137183735532530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFIE1WF_vbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFIE1WF_vbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MD8UDsTw7ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MD8UDsTw7ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the time when Fang Xiu asked me what the Banana and Kimkim GLs were doing when she was taking a short afternoon nap and I was trying my best to not laugh. It was tough, okay! Sorry, Fangxiu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthHEy_PVhI/AAAAAAAADAg/FTnQvJIdRXo/s1600-h/DSCF1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthHEy_PVhI/AAAAAAAADAg/FTnQvJIdRXo/s400/DSCF1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393138701508236818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss walking in the rain sheltered with only 1 poncho - 6 of us. The other two were... erm... Yeah, I think I'll let the picture do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthHr1TAiVI/AAAAAAAADAo/bva7mTvYH7w/s1600-h/DSCF1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthHr1TAiVI/AAAAAAAADAo/bva7mTvYH7w/s400/DSCF1203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393139372142922066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss those irritating mosquitoes at the Fort Canning Park. I dont understand why couples love taking their wedding photos when they are like a gazilion of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss when the GLs and the two medics were trying to get their hands on those irritating mosquitoes. I'm gonna miss how Gracia joked about the mosquitoes saying the Singaporean mosquitoes are relatively smart avoiding us wheneever we are about to smack them cos they are trained under NEA and have a commando rank. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss it when the SMs said they are in hiding and they really mean it! It took my group quite a while to actually find where the SMs are and it took us GLs a minute or two to find out - we took the shortcut route. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my first trip to Hong Lim Park and my reaction when I got there - I was like, "Huh, like that only ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I'm gonna miss charade and how the sentence I had to act out - Sweaty sissy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StheeZZEaGI/AAAAAAAADBA/L7klHplxZt0/s1600-h/DSCF1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StheeZZEaGI/AAAAAAAADBA/L7klHplxZt0/s400/DSCF1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393164430081288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sthedw_-L5I/AAAAAAAADA4/KsGxtinLPmQ/s1600-h/DSCF1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sthedw_-L5I/AAAAAAAADA4/KsGxtinLPmQ/s400/DSCF1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393164419238604690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthedhO9SkI/AAAAAAAADAw/Bo-4msyW9y8/s1600-h/DSCF1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthedhO9SkI/AAAAAAAADAw/Bo-4msyW9y8/s400/DSCF1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393164415006493250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the time when we couldn't figure out whether to chiong to the 2nd last station - Pasir Ris Park. And by the time we decide we were at Bedok. So we had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sthgap2WbsI/AAAAAAAADBo/9ksj5xvvjkw/s1600-h/DSCF1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sthgap2WbsI/AAAAAAAADBo/9ksj5xvvjkw/s400/DSCF1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393166564802850498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgaZAG4pI/AAAAAAAADBg/n533nu88Zgs/s1600-h/DSCF1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgaZAG4pI/AAAAAAAADBg/n533nu88Zgs/s400/DSCF1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393166560280371858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgZ372ROI/AAAAAAAADBY/XMEH00csbDY/s1600-h/DSCF1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgZ372ROI/AAAAAAAADBY/XMEH00csbDY/s400/DSCF1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393166551404135650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgZo_SwBI/AAAAAAAADBQ/-HqCvzoya_4/s1600-h/DSCF1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgZo_SwBI/AAAAAAAADBQ/-HqCvzoya_4/s400/DSCF1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393166547392053266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgZS-vWUI/AAAAAAAADBI/wlgqTkzucCo/s1600-h/DSCF1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SthgZS-vWUI/AAAAAAAADBI/wlgqTkzucCo/s400/DSCF1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393166541484153154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss how frustrated the GLs were when we couldn't practice our performance and that we had to share the same room with the SMs. But in the end, the female excos gave up their room just for us. I'm gonna miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the special programme the excos put up for everyone - campers, GLs and SMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how tired the GLs got while waiting for our turn to go up to "Heaven". I'm gonna miss being inside the lift, blindfolded and when Darren said that Eric and me were at at Basement 1, for once I really thought we were at Basement 1. I'm gonna miss how frightening it was when we were inside that dark room with our blindfold off and with that eerie music. I'm gonna miss thinking that any moment someone or rather something would just pop up beside me and say, "Boo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely gonna miss all of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4219881617907333522?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4219881617907333522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4219881617907333522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4219881617907333522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4219881617907333522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-gonna-miss-great-12-hours-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stg3Cn2fg7I/AAAAAAAAC-o/5v4eWgYA_HQ/s72-c/hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1978447816736085837</id><published>2009-10-16T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:00:59.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss the wonderful breakfast we ate on the 3rd day - Fried noodles with honey chicken. I'm gonna miss how the female SMs didn't want the chicken cos they were on a diet and they gave the chicken to Eric, Joshua (my camper) and me. And the chicken was oh-so mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how Heather aka Pwincess hated the breakfast for the past 2 days cos it was too oily and how we joked about the food wasn't for her cos Princesses don't eat Fried noodles with honey chicken which I believe is for regular people like us. And that Princesses eat pancakes with english breakfast tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the long walk to West Coast Park and how much fun my group had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric had fun picking up tree branches. Don't you, Eric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stklb6QHijI/AAAAAAAADCY/TqcMtl0XmFA/s1600-h/DSCF1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stklb6QHijI/AAAAAAAADCY/TqcMtl0XmFA/s400/DSCF1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393383190176434738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua (my camper) and me had fun talking in Chinese and Indian accent respectively. And he even came up with this ultra lame family tree. You wouldn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StlK7IXq8OI/AAAAAAAADEo/Og24AsKMfaE/s1600-h/tree+branches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StlK7IXq8OI/AAAAAAAADEo/Og24AsKMfaE/s400/tree+branches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424408472383714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss that smelly toilet at Clementi Hawker Centre which Heather and me went to. It was so smelly that I had to pinch nose while doing my business. And Heather couldn't stand it that she left the moment she went into one of the cubicles. And guess what? We had to pay 10 cents ot get in. And what do they even use the money for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk6P0eaVI/AAAAAAAADBw/6bQCXKuJ6ps/s1600-h/DSCF1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk6P0eaVI/AAAAAAAADBw/6bQCXKuJ6ps/s400/DSCF1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393382611850520914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk6rvZ38I/AAAAAAAADB4/OcgpQNh6jbE/s1600-h/DSCF1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk6rvZ38I/AAAAAAAADB4/OcgpQNh6jbE/s400/DSCF1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393382619345444802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the sudden heavy downpour when we're just a few kilometres away from West Coast Park. I'm gonna miss Yellow Bananas in ponchos which we bought at Sheng Shiong. Eh, wait ah... Need to sing the song. Sheng Shiong all for you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk6xIUEoI/AAAAAAAADCA/RX0oVUaXz74/s1600-h/DSCF1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk6xIUEoI/AAAAAAAADCA/RX0oVUaXz74/s400/DSCF1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393382620792099458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss how we cross the traffic light with our ponchos and tree branches and a man in a van just stared at us as though we were some kind of aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StkljzSqBwI/AAAAAAAADCg/2BAjiX8sug8/s1600-h/DSCF1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StkljzSqBwI/AAAAAAAADCg/2BAjiX8sug8/s400/DSCF1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393383325746988802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the early lunch we had at Mac's but we didn't eat anything from Macs instead we bought food from the hawker centre and I ate soggy roti prata. And it was gooood. My dear princess Heather bought.... erm, Tomatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk7UF8QXI/AAAAAAAADCI/AMWucMc4zY8/s1600-h/DSCF1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk7UF8QXI/AAAAAAAADCI/AMWucMc4zY8/s400/DSCF1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393382630177390962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk70icFtI/AAAAAAAADCQ/ypVPj1OagGk/s1600-h/DSCF1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkk70icFtI/AAAAAAAADCQ/ypVPj1OagGk/s400/DSCF1258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393382638886852306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomatoes for lunch anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the strong match we had against Kimkim (Gold) in Captain's ball. In the end it was a tie. And I definitely gonna miss those bruises I had when I fell cos the field was too slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's a tough match, we're all good. See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StlKpevUyQI/AAAAAAAADEg/zQf7OqZ-m7A/s1600-h/kimna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StlKpevUyQI/AAAAAAAADEg/zQf7OqZ-m7A/s400/kimna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393424105239529730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the wonderful masterpiece we did in the Octopus game. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how my group were at the sand area waiting to play at that station but it rain. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss how disappointed we all were when we were not able to make a kite and instead we had to make an umbrella. Hmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the water fight - definitely! It was the best time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnN-i9yOQI/AAAAAAAADFA/uxA13fnxuzM/s1600-h/waterfight3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnN-i9yOQI/AAAAAAAADFA/uxA13fnxuzM/s400/waterfight3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568503174412546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnN-NYVkNI/AAAAAAAADE4/r0jFGZL46Cs/s1600-h/waterfight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnN-NYVkNI/AAAAAAAADE4/r0jFGZL46Cs/s400/waterfight2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568497380200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnN91O3NdI/AAAAAAAADEw/xo7wXGFLhXE/s1600-h/water+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnN91O3NdI/AAAAAAAADEw/xo7wXGFLhXE/s400/water+fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568490898011602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss giving my campers a treat to ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the frustration I felt when the bus driver of bus number 189 just left us even though I was flagging the bus badly. I.need.to.lodge.a.complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkl9B-iVII/AAAAAAAADCw/U88SRyWsOiE/s1600-h/DSCF1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkl9B-iVII/AAAAAAAADCw/U88SRyWsOiE/s400/DSCF1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393383759185859714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkl8aCEFCI/AAAAAAAADCo/IICA6LxOWmE/s1600-h/DSCF1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stkl8aCEFCI/AAAAAAAADCo/IICA6LxOWmE/s400/DSCF1274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393383748463236130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss campfire - the good and the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss being a (modern-day) witch. Nyeheheheheheehheheehhe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StlCr6W0xvI/AAAAAAAADEY/rRz2nm5ZsUM/s1600-h/witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StlCr6W0xvI/AAAAAAAADEY/rRz2nm5ZsUM/s400/witch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393415350919677682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I definitely gonna miss this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StknBbuc_DI/AAAAAAAADC4/aBWFCzgFarA/s1600-h/DSCF1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StknBbuc_DI/AAAAAAAADC4/aBWFCzgFarA/s400/DSCF1286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393384934328826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Teacher Madalene for teaching us the dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StknCAjH4mI/AAAAAAAADDA/D50MEJJ0zDk/s1600-h/DSCF1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StknCAjH4mI/AAAAAAAADDA/D50MEJJ0zDk/s400/DSCF1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393384944213418594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss that even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1978447816736085837?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1978447816736085837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1978447816736085837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1978447816736085837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1978447816736085837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-gonna-miss-wonderful-breakfast-we.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stklb6QHijI/AAAAAAAADCY/TqcMtl0XmFA/s72-c/DSCF1246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7069001042725628846</id><published>2009-10-16T12:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:16:10.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes, I'm gonna miss the telematch and how I starve myself with Ovaltine. I've got to admit it's nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnO2ZVwpDI/AAAAAAAADFw/GVYOC0kNgJI/s1600-h/tele6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnO2ZVwpDI/AAAAAAAADFw/GVYOC0kNgJI/s400/tele6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393569462663291954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOYTapXGI/AAAAAAAADFg/eoBrSnLWD24/s1600-h/tele4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOYTapXGI/AAAAAAAADFg/eoBrSnLWD24/s400/tele4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568945677098082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOWAzKgyI/AAAAAAAADFY/X5IybC7DwLo/s1600-h/tele3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOWAzKgyI/AAAAAAAADFY/X5IybC7DwLo/s400/tele3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568906319921954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOTeFGhUI/AAAAAAAADFQ/E5UqXQaohbM/s1600-h/tele2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOTeFGhUI/AAAAAAAADFQ/E5UqXQaohbM/s400/tele2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568862640178498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOQ51KEvI/AAAAAAAADFI/Fq1thH0Dp_Y/s1600-h/tele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOQ51KEvI/AAAAAAAADFI/Fq1thH0Dp_Y/s400/tele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568818549887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Fangxiu eating the whole quarter of a lemon. As in literally missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOZ_U21tI/AAAAAAAADFo/GmzdMClIYN8/s1600-h/tele5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnOZ_U21tI/AAAAAAAADFo/GmzdMClIYN8/s400/tele5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568974643844818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss the finale - the HMS formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk-OnFhc7I/AAAAAAAADDw/Cxr6UauYGLQ/s1600-h/formation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk-OnFhc7I/AAAAAAAADDw/Cxr6UauYGLQ/s400/formation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393410449484116914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to end this off, I'm definitely gonna miss saying goodbye to all my campers, excos and fellow facills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you to each and everyone of you for making LAC a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my group, Yellow Bananas. I'm gonna miss doing all the claps with you guys. I'm gonna miss the jokes and laughter we shared during the 4 days 3 night camp. I'm gonna miss the Princess, the MP, the Queen (Que Fey), the TAB (typical ahbeng), the Swimmer, the Medical Doctor's daughter, the Old Man, Steven and of course being called a witch. I'm gonna miss every single moment with you guys. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_z6RTLnI/AAAAAAAADD4/ZlXELq5yjtc/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_z6RTLnI/AAAAAAAADD4/ZlXELq5yjtc/s400/yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393412189800574578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my fellow GLs, thanks for the fun we shared during the LAC pre-camp, the dance practices and other significant events. Special thanks to Madalene for being such a great dance teacher! You are awesome! Be a dance teacher one day, Mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_0cRGWOI/AAAAAAAADEA/_TqPrPhqTmE/s1600-h/gl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_0cRGWOI/AAAAAAAADEA/_TqPrPhqTmE/s400/gl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393412198926538978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To SMs, it's tough huh being SMs? I can imagine how disappointed some of you were when we didn't go to your station. Reallllly sorrrrry.. But you guys are an awesome bunch! Without guys, we'll have no games! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_0lP5SNI/AAAAAAAADEI/7cVAB8_vCpk/s1600-h/sms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_0lP5SNI/AAAAAAAADEI/7cVAB8_vCpk/s400/sms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393412201337407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the excos, thanks for organising such a wonderful and awesome camp. Even though they were that much campers, we still had fun. You guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_1JzcOuI/AAAAAAAADEQ/vd4W1faV-Xo/s1600-h/excos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Stk_1JzcOuI/AAAAAAAADEQ/vd4W1faV-Xo/s400/excos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393412211150174946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh! And of course! How would I ever forget. The three important people - Daphne, Gracia and Naimah! Thank you for contributing your efforts to the camp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess HMS LAC gonna be THE talk of the town in HMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special thanks to those whose photos i cop from, daphne, hwee jian, matthew and madalene!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7069001042725628846?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7069001042725628846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7069001042725628846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7069001042725628846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7069001042725628846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-yes-im-gonna-miss-telematch-and-how.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StnO2ZVwpDI/AAAAAAAADFw/GVYOC0kNgJI/s72-c/tele6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4885193384873913031</id><published>2009-10-10T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:32:04.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StA4OsSVMhI/AAAAAAAAC34/CuQC8RgdZiE/s1600-h/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StA4OsSVMhI/AAAAAAAAC34/CuQC8RgdZiE/s400/DSC02398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870579019854354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked cool. All with my down-to-scratches phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4885193384873913031?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4885193384873913031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4885193384873913031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4885193384873913031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4885193384873913031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/wicked-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/StA4OsSVMhI/AAAAAAAAC34/CuQC8RgdZiE/s72-c/DSC02398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3390531638679649850</id><published>2009-10-08T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:50:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey guys, if you'd noticed, I hadn't been updating for quite some time. My motivation for blogging just fades away. Sometimes I find blogging a chore. The enthusiasm which I used to have whenever I login to blogger and wanting to share the wonderful stories I have with my readers was just not with me anymore. But for my readers, I'd try to search for the long-lost enthusiam and try my best to update as often as I can. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I went to a few camps (ok, 2 camps to be exact) - Hi Club camp and HMS Leadership Adventure Camp, LAC for short, pre-camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi (Hearing-impaired) Club camp was fun. But somehow I feel sort of left out cos I missed the first day and by the second day my group members were more or less bonded with one another. But then again, my members were a great bunch of people, so were the GLs. And being in Hi Club camp we are required to sign as we speak. So, imagine how tough it was for me. I felt rather intimidated cos most of my group mates were able to sign very well and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a practical test. My nervousness took over me and somehow my confidence was affected. Wonder if I could get through the test and be an instructor. It'd be wonderfully awesome if I'd to become an instructor. Hmmm.... I need alot of improvement and signing practice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just 2 days ago I had a pre-camp for LAC. Again, I'm gonna be a GL. The actual camp have yet to start and I'm enjoying my part as a GL. My fellow GLs are an awesome bunch of people. Why not? There's a whole bunch of SCREW being GLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the games are never-ending. Can't wait for the actual camp. 4 days 3 night for freshies. But 5 days 4 nights for the facillitators. The freshies are gonna have a lot of fun but yet they are gonna suffer like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Ss023CJbttI/AAAAAAAAC3o/ggwDPsfIAKE/s1600-h/8129_149513068458_728293458_2607341_3809165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Ss023CJbttI/AAAAAAAAC3o/ggwDPsfIAKE/s400/8129_149513068458_728293458_2607341_3809165_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390024648129492690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, pictures on FB, thanks to Mad and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, updating isn't that bad after all. Will update more soon. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3390531638679649850?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3390531638679649850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3390531638679649850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3390531638679649850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3390531638679649850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-update.html' title='Here&apos;s an update'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Ss023CJbttI/AAAAAAAAC3o/ggwDPsfIAKE/s72-c/8129_149513068458_728293458_2607341_3809165_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8932170074149232552</id><published>2009-09-16T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:01:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="post" id="track_92_lyrics"&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitter Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun rays come down&lt;br /&gt;as seen when they hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Children spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Til’ they fall down down down&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;It’s been two hours now&lt;br /&gt;and you’re still somewhere in town&lt;br /&gt;your dinner’s getting cold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I rest my case&lt;br /&gt;you are always this late&lt;br /&gt;and you know how much I hate&lt;br /&gt;waiting around, round, round&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart&lt;br /&gt;tries to keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart, bitter heart&lt;br /&gt;shadows will help you try to hide&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart my bitter heart&lt;br /&gt;is getting just a little fragile&lt;br /&gt;Bitter heart bitter heart&lt;br /&gt;of mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then you come&lt;br /&gt;and tell me the same reason&lt;br /&gt;that you did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what’s her name&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;du du du du &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8932170074149232552?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8932170074149232552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8932170074149232552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8932170074149232552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8932170074149232552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/09/bitter-heart-sun-rays-come-down-as-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1929339183236081323</id><published>2009-09-16T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:12:56.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100  famous wonders of the world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay. Here's the next five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Petra In the Arabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_koxaIFI/AAAAAAAAC24/5Q9s4521IsM/s1600-h/petra-monastery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_koxaIFI/AAAAAAAAC24/5Q9s4521IsM/s400/petra-monastery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381941822104412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petra is a site in the Arabah, Jordan that was discovered by a Swiss explorer called Johann Ludwig Burckhardt in 1812 and is considered to be, yet another splendid beauty in the history of mankind. Arabah is a section of the Great Rift Valley and it is located between the Dead Sea (north) and the Gulf of Aqaba (south) forming part of the border between Jordan (east) and Israel (west). &lt;p&gt;Petra represents the ancient world’s heritage culture. It is a beauty hidden behind layers of mountain. The ones who have seen it say it is a treasure beyond comparison. It is now said to be one of the seventh wonder of the world and it belongs to the UNESCO world heritage site. The entire red rose city of Petra has such a charismatic appeal that it attracts anyone &amp;amp; everyone who enters the city, taking them to a different world of divine beauty and mystery. Petra mainly is admired because of its picture perfect architecture, its complex structure, quality and the non mentionable mere size.&lt;/p&gt; Petra is said to have its origin before 106 AD; its culture is said to have been flourished in almost 400 years old. The one’s who visited it say that it is a site that can never be forgotten. The city of Petra takes its name, which is the Greek word for “rock”, from the fact that it is most notable for its buildings and tombs that are carved directly into the red sandstone that serves as the city’s natural protection from invaders. Its popularity with tourists may also have a connection to the city’s Biblical significance. It is here where King Aretas called for the arrest of the Apostle Paul at the time of his conversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potala Palace at Lhasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_lGt5yoI/AAAAAAAAC3A/h0psNSfM_CU/s1600-h/potala-palace-at-lhasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_lGt5yoI/AAAAAAAAC3A/h0psNSfM_CU/s400/potala-palace-at-lhasa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381941830142773890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Potala palace at Lhasa was built by King Songtsen Gampo during the seventh century. It is located on the Red hill of Lhasa, Tibet. It was struck by lightning and war that led to its destruction. However, the fifth Dalai Lama in 1645 rebuilt the palace again. And since then, it became the political center of Tibet. The Potala Palace has 2 palaces in it, the Red and the White Palace. The red one signifies religion and the white one signifies ad ministerial building. This place is known for its complex constructions, huge buildings and the peaceful atmosphere and not to forget, its artwork. &lt;p&gt;Once you enter the palace from the east. It takes you to the main courtyard where the Dalai Lama used to watch the Tibetan Opera. The White Palace was called the Winter Palace and the white color signified peace, calmness and togetherness. The largest hall in the White Palace is on the fourth floor, the living quarters and the offices are on the fifth floor. The Potala Palace has a beautiful Balcony that faces the Lhasa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Red Palace exists in the middle of the Potala Palace and after the fifth Dalai Lama died, it was painted in red color that signifying power and dignity. The walls of the Red Palace have many Buddhists stories written all over. It has three chapels, the North which is dedicated to the Dali lama, Buddha and his medicines. The East chapel is dedicated to the Indian monk who introduced Buddhism in Tibet. The west chapel is said to be the most luxurious chapel as it has 3,000 kg of gold and foil with hundreds and thousands of gems and pearls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngorongoro Crater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrCA2HuKelI/AAAAAAAAC3I/SCWZpyWzMqQ/s1600-h/ngorongoro-crater-looking-from-above.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrCA2HuKelI/AAAAAAAAC3I/SCWZpyWzMqQ/s400/ngorongoro-crater-looking-from-above.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381943221981706834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ngorongoro Conservation Area of Tanzania stretches 8,300 square kilometers and boasts a blend of people, archeology, landscapes, and wildlife.  Here you will find the Ngorongoro Crater, which is one of the greatest natural spectacles in the world and is considered to be the world’s 8th wonder. &lt;p&gt;The crater is located on the border of the Serengeti National Park and is only a few hours away from Arusha, which is a town located at the bottom of Mount Meru.  Ngorongoro Crater is one of the World Heritage Sites and is the biggest unbroken ancient caldera worldwide.  It is almost 3 million years old and is now considered to be the Garden of Eden in Africa.  Before the Ngorongoro volcano exploded, collapsing 2 million years ago, it was one of the tallest mountains in the world.  The crater actually measures 12 million inches diameter and the rim is 2,000 feet above the floor of the crater.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The abundant wildlife and magical setting never cease to amaze its visitors.  The wildlife here consists of wild game, lions, zebras, buffaloes, rhinos, elephants, gazelles, wildebeests, and so much more.  The Ngorongoro Conservation Area is said to have about 30,000 different animals, which are all protected by the steep walls that ring the crater, sheltering the area’s grasslands, a big soda lake, fresh springs, and forests.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Within the conservation area, the Maasai people have made a home around the crater.  Visiting these temporary, traditional villages is a highlight of the area for visitors, who can watch while the nomadic warriors and herders create beadwork, wear their bright colored robes, and utilize cattle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Machu Picchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_jy1s0oI/AAAAAAAAC2o/qVnbJbQ7hOU/s1600-h/machu-picchu-late-afternoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_jy1s0oI/AAAAAAAAC2o/qVnbJbQ7hOU/s400/machu-picchu-late-afternoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381941807626900098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Machu Picchu is the pre Columbian, Inca empire site that is located almost 8,000 feet above the sea level. The site is located on a mountain ridge above the valley of Urubamba in Peru. The city is also called the “lost city of Incas”. When tourists make a list of the best world tour destination, Machu Picchu is the site that undoubtedly gets the maximum number of votes. &lt;p&gt;It is said that the journey to this spot is a dream journey, which one must never miss. It is a journey to the top archeological site on the planet earth. Data says that the Machu Picchu Tourism is one of the proudest industries in the country. Whatever your expectation out of the place would be, you will really be more than delighted to see the picturesque beauty of the place and the intoxicating power that it will have on you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Machu Picchu was built in 146 AD, however, it was left by the Inca rulers 100 years later. Legendary stories suggest that the place was neglected for quite some time. In the year 1911, Hiram Bingham, who was an American historian, got the world’s attention to it and then there was no looking back. Recent discoveries also show that the site was dug many years ago by a German businessman. The site became a part of the UNESCO, world heritage site in 1983. The site as built in typical Inca style with dry stone polished walls and it most famous buildings are ‘ the temple of sun’ and ‘ the room of three windows’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chichen Itza in Yucatan Peninsular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_jQXsoII/AAAAAAAAC2g/4su1RDE0vTQ/s1600-h/kukulcan-the-main-temple-at-chichen-itza-thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_jQXsoII/AAAAAAAAC2g/4su1RDE0vTQ/s400/kukulcan-the-main-temple-at-chichen-itza-thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381941798374252674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chichen was founded by the Maya civilization in 400 AD and it is located in the north central, north of Yucatan Peninsula now called Mexico. Chichen has a history that is 1500 years old and is located 75 miles from Merida. It is said to have been the main regional point for different ceremonies. During the earlier days &amp;amp; time, it was governed by priests. Chichen means “At the mouth of the well of Itza”. The word Chi stands for ‘mouth’, Chen for ‘well’ and Itza for ‘the Itza tribe’. The main belief is that people were thrown from the top as a sacrifice to make their god happy and the ones who could survive were the ones who were believed to be seers. &lt;p&gt;The site predominantly contains many buildings of stone in various stages of thier preservation and has been stored properly. The site is built in different architectural styles. It has a very clear cultural mix and difference of the Mayan and non Mayan civilization. The Chichen site has in total three divisions: the north, central &amp;amp; and the south group. Where one group is in the Toltec style and the other gives an idea about the early period and the old Chichen culture. Since this is the most famous Mayan Pyramids, it has been thoroughly researched by private agencies. Not really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is now a federal property and it is maintained by the Mexico’s nation Institute of Anthropology and History. The best time for site seeing is either early morning or late in the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1929339183236081323?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1929339183236081323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1929339183236081323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1929339183236081323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1929339183236081323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-for-delay.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SrB_koxaIFI/AAAAAAAAC24/5Q9s4521IsM/s72-c/petra-monastery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-836721835661832379</id><published>2009-09-02T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:08:44.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100  famous wonders of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://famouswonders.com/'/><title type='text'>100  famous wonders of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerusalem Old City, Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp369vtTQ7I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/BRUIWfZ5REw/s1600-h/jerusalem-old-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp369vtTQ7I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/BRUIWfZ5REw/s400/jerusalem-old-city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376729468835677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem is the capital of Israel and also the largest city in Israel. Jerusalem Old City is said to be the oldest and the holiest city in the world. It has a history that takes you back to the 4th millennium BC. The old city is full of sites that are holy and thus attracts pilgrims from all over the world. It is a belief that anyone who is a Christian, Jew or Muslim must once pay visit to this holy place. Jerusalem is in the center of the globe and is claimed by all religions. The old city is fill with plenty of temples and ruins that any visitor can visit. The old city of Jerusalem has a very strong combination of the Jewish and Arab culture. &lt;p&gt;Its main attraction is in the overcrowded cities, local shops selling souvenirs and some remains of the roman dynasty. The Tower of David is where King David had his resting place. But the main focal point of attraction is where Jesus is said to have been crucified.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, it has the famous ‘wailing wall’ which was once called the Solomon temple. The wall has lots and lots of scribbled messages to God, that are hidden behind the stones. The wall is usually a very enchanting place for the tourists to come and get a firsthand experience of some common Jewish rituals. The dome of the rock represents the holiest place of the Islam religion. Out of all the famous museums, the Citadel , the Bible and the Israel Museum are worth seeing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karnak Temple, Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp36-Pg8dSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/yeYcib9FMGE/s1600-h/karnak+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp36-Pg8dSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/yeYcib9FMGE/s400/karnak+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376729477373785378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karnak Temple is located in a small ancient village in Egypt called al-Karnak. The village is located on the Nile River’s banks about 2.5 kilometers north from Luxor. The Karnak Temple is twice as big as the village area and has become the village’s most popular attraction. The area of the temple is an enormous open-air museum, as well as the biggest ancient religious site worldwide. The Karnak Temple is probably Egypt’s second most visited site of historical value, next to the Pyramids of Giza. &lt;p&gt;The temple has 4 main parts, and only one of them is accessible to the general public and tourists. It is also the main part of the temple, as well as the biggest by far. Based on this, one can redefine Karnak as the Precinct of Amon-Re, because this is the only part that visitors see. Aside from the other 3 parts, there are a few other sanctuaries and temples located on the outside of the enclosing walls, as well as many avenues of sphinxes with ram heads that connect the Precinct of Mut, the Luxor Temple, and the Precinct of Amon-Re.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The major difference between the Karnak Temple and many of the other sites in Egypt is how long the temple took to develop, as well as how long it was used. The construction of the temple started during the 16th century B.C. About 30 pharaohs gave a contribution to the buildings, which enabled it to reach a diversity, complexity, and size that isn’t seen anywhere else in the world. There aren’t many unique individual features of Karnak, but the number and size of the features is amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collosseum, Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp369CB_bVI/AAAAAAAAC2I/6VB70V3WT04/s1600-h/colosseum-at-rome-upper-view-main-thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp369CB_bVI/AAAAAAAAC2I/6VB70V3WT04/s400/colosseum-at-rome-upper-view-main-thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376729456574426450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colosseum is one of the greatest architecture ever built in the history of Rome. The Colosseum was originally known as the Flavian Amphitheatre and is the largest amphitheater to have ever been built in the Roman Empire. It is a circular structure that occupies a site east of the Roman Forum. This Amphitheater was built to organize gladiator contests, dramas and games like hunting animals, constructing mock sea battle and the public could also view it in the open, and cheer their favorites. &lt;p&gt;Built in the center of Rome itself, its construction began sometime between 70 and 72 AD and was completed in 80 AD when Titus was the ruling emperor. It has a seating capacity of 50,000 spectators. The Colosseum over the years has been broken by natural disasters like earthquake; even then, it is one of the hot spot of tourist visits in Rome. Very near to the Colosseum is the training school for the gladiators and it is worth the look. As compared to the oval shape of the Colosseum, it is triangular in shape. Other areas of attraction are places where the armor was built, then where the wounded gladiators were cured and not to forget the burial ground where the dead gladiators rested in peace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, the Colosseum is used for religious purposes. The Pope leads a procession on good Fridays called the station of the cross. Currently, the Amphitheater is very rich in Flora. There are more then hundreds of different kinds of Flora present on the ancient walls of the Colosseum. The Colosseum of Rome has been given great importance by the media and that is the reason why a lot of Hollywood movies have been shot in this amphitheater. The famous movie “Gladiator” is highly influenced by the Roman culture and the gladiator contests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bora Bora Island, Leeward Islands of the French Polynesia in the Pacific Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp3687KTftI/AAAAAAAAC2A/R0vpgvk5hho/s1600-h/bora-bora-water-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp3687KTftI/AAAAAAAAC2A/R0vpgvk5hho/s400/bora-bora-water-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376729454730247890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bora Bora is an island within the Leeward Islands of the French Polynesia in the Pacific Ocean and is located about 140 miles northwest from Papeete. The island is completely surrounded by a barrier reef and a lagoon, which makes it a vacationing paradise for holiday travelers and tourists. At the island’s center, one can find remnants from a volcano that is now extinct and rises with 2 peaks, Mount Otemanu and Mount Pahia, where the highest point is 2,385 feet high. The original name of Bora Bora was given from the Tahitian language, which is better translated as Pora Pora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most of the island’s tourist destinations are centered around aquatic activities, but there are still some attractions to see on land. Some of the aquatic activities include scuba diving and snorkeling around or in the lagoon, which is very popular. There are many species of rays and sharks that live in the water, and some of the diving operators actually offer tourists the chance to dive with the manta rays or feed the sharks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazon Rainforest,  South America &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp368b0tKYI/AAAAAAAAC14/GGG7c4YIIII/s1600-h/amazon-rainforest-thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp368b0tKYI/AAAAAAAAC14/GGG7c4YIIII/s400/amazon-rainforest-thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376729446318156162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Amazon Rainforest, which is also known as the Amazon Jungle, is located in South America and covers the Amazon River basin. The Amazon River is considered to be the largest river as far as discharge is concerned. Most of the forest is in Brazil (60%), Peru (13%) and some other countries like Venezuela, Colombia, French Guiana, Ecuador, Bolivia, Guyana, and Suriname. Amazon Rainforest is the largest and biggest rainforest in the world and makes about half of the planet’s rainforest space. According to historians, the Amazon Jungle was created millions of years ago when the Amazon River changed its flowing direction from the West to East direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amazon Rainforest or Amazonia is also considered a mysterious and powerful place containing a huge variety of animal species which comprise of mammals, fish, birds, reptiles and amphibians. Many medical and pharmaceutical agencies are running projects in the jungle for gaining plant knowledge and doing drug research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-836721835661832379?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/836721835661832379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=836721835661832379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/836721835661832379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/836721835661832379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/09/jerusalem-old-city-israel-jerusalem-is.html' title='100  famous wonders of the world'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sp369vtTQ7I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/BRUIWfZ5REw/s72-c/jerusalem-old-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7679546225988121936</id><published>2009-08-31T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:48:03.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of them.</title><content type='html'>I had my very first experience for Flag Day last Saturday. Serious. I never did Flag Day during my secondary school days. And since it's my first experience of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pleading&lt;/span&gt; for donations, I give you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 ideal and somewhat helpful ways to get away from Flag Day donations.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 When you see someone holding a tin can saying, "FLAG DAY". Change your course of direction. You might need a compass for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Get a device which alerts you for anyone asking for donations in the vicinity. After which, you might consider #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Get an umbrella ready. If you see anyone with that dreadful tin can, take your umbrella out and hide yourself behind the umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Alternatively, you can use the umbrella to shove the person aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 When anyone ask you for donation, and you have no protection say, "Oh, I left my wallet at home. No money liaoxzzxzx... Sorry lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Or, you can say, "Ya..", smile and walk away, leaving the person dumbfounded. Then give an evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 If not, you can say, "Oh, erm... Not today/Not yet.." and laugh at your joke even though the person is not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 If you see anyone approaching you with a tin can, raise you hand high up as if you're superman stopping a bullet train when the person is 5 metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Give your most "sincerest" smile and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Ignore the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*applicable ONLY for typical Singaporeans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7679546225988121936?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7679546225988121936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7679546225988121936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7679546225988121936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7679546225988121936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-them.html' title='Of them.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4875713251210606321</id><published>2009-08-27T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:00:09.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is amazing. Thought of sharing with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpaCz92fexI/AAAAAAAAC1w/Sg8tyAeypXQ/s1600-h/Horseshoe_Bend_1_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpaCz92fexI/AAAAAAAAC1w/Sg8tyAeypXQ/s400/Horseshoe_Bend_1_md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374627034601323282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horsehoe bend of Colorado River, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4875713251210606321?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4875713251210606321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4875713251210606321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4875713251210606321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4875713251210606321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpaCz92fexI/AAAAAAAAC1w/Sg8tyAeypXQ/s72-c/Horseshoe_Bend_1_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5816168486224197493</id><published>2009-08-27T07:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:13:33.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Sims and Ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back with a post. I've been, you know, busy... Busy with erm... yeah... as you know... Sims. I created a family called the Hansen. And from a family of 8 (parents with 6 six kids), it went out to a whole extended family of 50, a 4-generation family, mind you! And wherever I go, say the Central Park or even the supermarket, (for the benefit of those who do not play Sims, yes, there is a Central Park and a supermarket!) I would find someone with the surname Hansen, whom I don't even know existed. It's kinda sad, you know. Not knowing your relatives and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought to myself that I should create a family who lives together and know the existence of each other. And since, Sims only allow me to control the lives of maximum 8 Sims, I have to limit the number of children per family to two. I'm still on the process though. The family now has two children, a teenager and a toddler. I'm just waiting for the teenager to be a young adult. *warning private speech alert* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe I should just celebrate her birthday earlier and let her be a young adult and get married quickly. hmmm... We shall see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm guessing you guys are just bored with me talking about Sims 3 all the time. Rest assured this one &lt;s&gt;would be&lt;/s&gt; is a non-Sims 3 post. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has been a week(almost) of fasting and praises to Allah I was able to endure and persevere the temptations of life. Ahh, I love fasting. I love the month of Ramadhan. I've always felt a sense a peacefulness within me during this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, someone has been diligently waking up at 5 every morning for sahur(breakfast) and fasting the entire day for the first day of Ramadhan till now. Yep, my younger brother. But he tends to throw tantrum in the late afternoon, saying that he is thirsty, hungry, what not. But he persevered. I'm so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, something funny happened. My younger brother break-fast when it's not even time yet. Everyone was sitting around the table. We were talking about some issues. And I heard a slurping sound, so did my sister. And when my sister turned her head towards my brother, she saw that he was eating. Everyone shouted, "OI!!" And he just said that he was hungry. And the best part he continued eating even after we shouted at him and father telling him to stop eating. Hmm, that's my brother for ya. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5816168486224197493?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5816168486224197493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5816168486224197493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5816168486224197493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5816168486224197493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-sims-and-ramadhan.html' title='Of Sims and Ramadhan.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7979078763377767463</id><published>2009-08-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:41:50.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://famouswonders.com/'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been surfing the web and visiting libraries across Singapore (okay, not really across Singapore but I've been to a few libraries) to search on great travelling trips. And I chanced upon this site which showed 100 Best Places to Visit and Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to share with you, my readers. Every week, you'll see 5 new places which you might or would want to go to for your honeymoon, holiday trip with family or perhaps backpacking trip *wink wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Acropolis in Parthenon, Athens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTC-EMdfI/AAAAAAAAC1I/SZ_UzcyjvRg/s1600-h/800px-Acropolis3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTC-EMdfI/AAAAAAAAC1I/SZ_UzcyjvRg/s400/800px-Acropolis3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293040821990898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Parthenon is the remains of a temple to the Greek goddess, Athena, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the patron goddess of the ancient City of Athens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The Acropolis is the hill in Athens on which the Parthenon stands. "Acro" means "high" and "polis" means "city" - so it is literally the "high city". Many other places in Greece have "an" acropolis but "The Acropolis" usually refers to the site of the Parthenon in Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Angkor Wat, Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTDZKcluI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ruAEDnWWBIM/s1600-h/angkorwat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTDZKcluI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ruAEDnWWBIM/s400/angkorwat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293048095971042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Built from 802 to 1220 AD by the Khmer civilization, the temples at Angkor represent one of the most enduring and astonishing architectural achievements of humankind. The more than 100 stone structures that we see today are the surviving remnants of a grand administrative, religious, and social metropolis. The other buildings (public buildings, palaces, homes, etc.) were actually built from wood and do not exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkor Wat was built early in 1100s by Suryavarman over an estimated 30 years and honors Vishnu, the Hindu god. The ruins are a symbolic structure of Hindu cosmology. This is actually the biggest monument in the group, as well as the best preserved. The wonder is located about 4 miles to the north of Siem Reap and south of Angkor Thom, and Angkor Wat is only accessible from its gate to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Iguazu Falls, Brazil-Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTExMeyWI/AAAAAAAAC1o/ojsxVuLDQ2c/s1600-h/iguazu-falls-tourists-complex-thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTExMeyWI/AAAAAAAAC1o/ojsxVuLDQ2c/s400/iguazu-falls-tourists-complex-thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293071726823778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iguazu Falls, also known as Iguassu or Iguaçu Falls. These waterfalls are situated on the border of Argentina and Brazil. It touches the Parana region in Brazil and the Misione region from Argentina. It is the fall that separates the river into upper and lower Iguassu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iguassu Falls have a total of 275 falls and is 2.7 kilometers long where it finally combines with the Iguassu River. Some of the falls have a common height of 269 feet. However, the best of all is the Devil’s Throat, which is a u-shaped, 82 meters high, 150 meters wide and 700 meters long fall. The view of this fall is breathtaking. Out of all, more than two thirds of the falls lie in the Argentine Province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christ the Redemeer Statue, Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTEkN622I/AAAAAAAAC1g/5fyy-0z4OHQ/s1600-h/christ-the-redeemer-statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTEkN622I/AAAAAAAAC1g/5fyy-0z4OHQ/s400/christ-the-redeemer-statue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293068243196770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Redeemer is a statue of Jesus Christ in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The statue is 120 ft tall and has a weight of 635 tones. It is now a part of the new Seven Wonders of the World. It is located in the Corcovado Mountain which is at a peak of 700 meters i.e. 2,300 feet in the Tujuca forest National Park overlooking the city. The statue is made of concrete and soapstone. As a symbol of Christianity, it has become an important icon of Brazil, with Jesus Christ appearing to open his arms wide to embrace the entire city below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Banaue Rice Terraces, The Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTD0wOePI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/KJNbrd4anS0/s1600-h/banaue-rice-terraces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTD0wOePI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/KJNbrd4anS0/s400/banaue-rice-terraces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374293055502186738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Banaue Rice Terraces of the Philippines have been said to be like the 8th wonder of the world. They were carved from the hillside by the tribes people of Ifugao about 2,000-3,000 years ago. The tribes people did this with their bare hands and crude implements, without using machinery to level the steps where they plant their rice, which is what makes this wonder so attractive, aside from the fact that the rice terraces are still used today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered to be one of the greatest engineering feats of mankind, because if each one were connected end to end, then they would reach halfway across the globe or be 10 times as long as the Great Wall of China. It was not until only 13 years ago (1995) that the Banaue Rice Terraces were declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7979078763377767463?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7979078763377767463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7979078763377767463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7979078763377767463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7979078763377767463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/recently-ive-been-surfing-web-and.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SpVTC-EMdfI/AAAAAAAAC1I/SZ_UzcyjvRg/s72-c/800px-Acropolis3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3705237540889274013</id><published>2009-08-17T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:11:54.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At breakfast time I am so hungry that I could murder a bowl of cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me a cereal killer?&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/3204042879528619288-3705237540889274013?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3705237540889274013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3705237540889274013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3705237540889274013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3705237540889274013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-breakfast-time-i-am-so-hungry-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7692055257228697252</id><published>2009-08-06T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:55:34.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alas, at last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SnrAgyldIGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/zpRRNxOHXHg/s1600-h/break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SnrAgyldIGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/zpRRNxOHXHg/s400/break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366813575532585058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thereeds/"&gt;-Mrs Reed's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Yes I am back. After a good 1 month break from blogging. Yes, a break from blogging. But no breaks for me in my life for the past few weeks. I was literally dumped with assignments. One after another. And the other after another. And another after the other. You get what I mean. Only my classmates would understand how I was feeling at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hang in there, Lat. Everything will be over soon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to myself, for once. I sacrificed and I withstand. And now, everything's all done and I'm over the moon right now. Hence, I call for a celebration. And what better way to celebrate than to have a  scoop of your favourite ice-cream at you favourite ice-cream parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it I'm officially in love with Island Creamery's creation of teh-tarik ice-cream. And no, this post won't be a review of how Island Creamery is like. So don't bother. I'm just saying that their teh-tarik ice-cream was heavenly! And you would never get it anywhere other than at Island Creamery. Ok now, I sound like I'm promoting Island Creamery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, just some quick updates for the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll be having my HI-Club(HI, simply means hearing-impaired) closing ceremony cum performance. I had great fun for the past month learning all the signs. And yeap, I'm gonna be an instructed next year/sem, i don't know, hopefully, i would achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a Financial test this tuesday and I'm having a one-on-one date with dearest Daph to watch dear Harry on cinema. I'm missing all the action man, correction, romance. Gah. I wanna watch up on 3-d. Daph? *big grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Exams on 21st and 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Having study session with sis at Changi airport's coffee bean. We've been planning for that for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. I'll see you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7692055257228697252?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7692055257228697252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7692055257228697252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7692055257228697252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7692055257228697252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/alas-at-last.html' title='alas, at last.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SnrAgyldIGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/zpRRNxOHXHg/s72-c/break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6979321164281776321</id><published>2009-08-02T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:40:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you think too much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety-one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhoea does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;just stale bread to begin with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;people from Holland called Holes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a pig loses its voice,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is it disgruntled?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is a person who plays&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;racecar is not called a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;racist?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's true that we are here&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to help others, then what exactly are&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the others here for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;defrocked, then doesn't it follow that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;electricians can be delighted, musicians&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and dry cleaners depressed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;would they call it Fed UP? ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do Lipton Tea employees take'coffee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;breaks?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks, so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use. Toothpicks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do they put pictures of criminals&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;up in the Post&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;office?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we supposed to do, write to them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't they just put&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;their pictures on the postage&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;stamps so the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mail men can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;look for them while they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;deliver the mail?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it true that you never&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;really learn to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;until you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;learn to drive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a cow laughed, would milk comeout&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;of her nose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happened to Preparations A through G?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As income tax time approaches, did you ever notice: When you put the two words 'The' and 'IRS' together, it spells '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEIRS'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6979321164281776321?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6979321164281776321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6979321164281776321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6979321164281776321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6979321164281776321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-think-too-much.html' title='When you think too much...'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2112741539576423807</id><published>2009-07-26T07:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:52:30.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad  sunday morning to start with. Amirah smsed saying Yasmin Ahmad passed away. Such a great loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2112741539576423807?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2112741539576423807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2112741539576423807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2112741539576423807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2112741539576423807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-sunday-morning-to-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2023986099848598977</id><published>2009-07-16T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:50:04.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang in there, Lat. Everything would be over soon.&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/3204042879528619288-2023986099848598977?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2023986099848598977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2023986099848598977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2023986099848598977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2023986099848598977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/07/hang-in-there-lat.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6170156007716816315</id><published>2009-07-12T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:29:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Will You Be There"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Hold Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Like The River Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I Will Then Say To Thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You Are My Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Carry Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Like You Are My Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Love Me Like A Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Will You Be There?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Tell Me Will You Hold Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When Wrong, Will You Skold Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When Lost Will You Find Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But They Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A Man Should Be Faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And Walk When Not Able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And Fight Till The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I'm Only Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everyone's Taking Control Of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Seems That The World's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Got A Role For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm So Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Will You Show To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You'll Be There For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And Care Enough To Bear Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Hold Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lay Your Head Lowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Softly Then Boldly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Carry Me There)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lead Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Love Me And Feed Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Kiss Me And Free Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (I Will Feel Blessed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Carry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Carry Me Boldly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lift Me Up Slowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Carry Me There)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Save Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Heal Me And Bathe Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Softly You Say To Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (I Will Be There)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lift Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lift Me Up Slowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Carry Me Boldly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Show Me You Care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Hold Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lay Your Head Lowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Softly Then Boldly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Carry Me There)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Need Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Love Me And Feed Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Kiss Me And Free Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (I Will Feel Blessed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Spoken]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In Our Darkest Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In My Deepest Despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Will You Still Care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Will You Be There?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In My Trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And My Tripulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Through Our Doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And Frustrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In My Violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In My Turbulence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Through My Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And My Confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In My Anguish And My Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Through My Joy And My Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'll Never Let You Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For You're Always In My Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6170156007716816315?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6170156007716816315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6170156007716816315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6170156007716816315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6170156007716816315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip.html' title='RIP.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8094199541766951519</id><published>2009-07-05T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:45:25.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sk7HbVuT4FI/AAAAAAAAC0c/JoSdnJkXZ08/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sk7GdI_mifI/AAAAAAAAC0U/WT75vUIbHnU/s400/sims3_wallpaper03_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354435210922854898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the great skill of my friends, I finally got hold of, yes you heard it, SIMS 3! Awesome game that is. I can't understand why people like, ehm, find it B-b-b, Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since younger brother told me that his friend bought the Sims 3. He's been pestering me to buy it. The 'me no work' me replied with a - "How can I buy Sims 3 for you when I can't even buy a 50 cents ice-cream for you." So he offered me a suggestion - share money. And guess what he said? "Sister, you pay $50 and I pay $6. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so back to getting hold of Sims 3. During break, I played Sims the minute my friend finished installing it onto my laptop. And the game, I tell you, is superb! But I was interrupted with 2 classes after break. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I thought of ways I could play sims on the bus. But damn, the bus was full. So I tried to keep myself occupied by reading and doing random stuffs like rolling my eyes, playing with my fingers just to take my mind off Sims. And when I couldn't take it any longer, I phoned younger brother to share the excitement.But unfortunately, brother was not at home, so I had to go back with the random doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached home, I grabbed hold of brother and whispered to him - "I have sims 3" I didn't say out cos I did not want my sister and older brother to know. Younger brother heard it as "Ada orang mati (Someone died)" So I had to wait till my sister went for tuition and older brother in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told younger brother to switch on my laptop and he'd find the answer (heh. like some secret code kinda thing). He thought I put some ghost pictures as my desktop wallpaper. He insisted on staying beside him. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And once he saw the Sims 3 icon. Younger brother and me literally jumped for joy. He was like -"YES! YES! YES" And I just followed along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was like - "Ape kejadah dua budak ni. Dah gila ke pe? (What's got into this kids? Crazy already?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, my life revolved around Sims 3. It's like my daily routine. Or rather my "coffee" to start my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1247335890874364310?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1247335890874364310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1247335890874364310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1247335890874364310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1247335890874364310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/07/excitement-sims-3-caused.html' title='The excitement Sims 3 caused.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Sk7GdI_mifI/AAAAAAAAC0U/WT75vUIbHnU/s72-c/sims3_wallpaper03_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-3870884277396489571</id><published>2009-07-01T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:02:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you really need.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I had been having some trouble expressing and letting out all my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this mixed-up feelings haunts me every time of the day, anywhere and everywhere. I kept this feelings inside. Not letting them out. Day by day, more feelings begin to mount up. Till the day I couldn't take it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran home. Digged through drawers after drawers. Shelves after shelves. And bags after bags. Looking for all the diary I used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flipped through the pages of every diary, read the entries which I wrote and I did nothing but grinned. Reading my diary and reminiscing about the past is really a remedy for me every time I feel like I'm at the lowest point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a pen and wrote down what I felt for the past few days on my latest diary. I know I can't write everything here, in this space. I believe some things are meant to be written in a diary for our own keepsake and are not to be shared by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, you can't really depend on objects like a diary or a blog to pour out your feelings. Some times you really need someone to talk to. To empathise you. To give you advise. Maybe some times all you need is a hug. Or perhaps a shoulder to lean on. But in fact, all you need is a company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-3870884277396489571?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3870884277396489571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=3870884277396489571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3870884277396489571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/3870884277396489571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-you-really-need.html' title='What you really need.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2902371486545159642</id><published>2009-07-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:30:37.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday sis this is your birthday gift btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-2902371486545159642?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2902371486545159642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=2902371486545159642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2902371486545159642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/2902371486545159642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-sis-this-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6870426589227445295</id><published>2009-06-29T07:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:44:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Disgusted, Frustrated, Impatient</title><content type='html'>Good Morning world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? It feels so great to wake up in the morning, switch on my laptop and start blogging, which is what I'm doing now and will do it just that every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just watched a recorded series of Harper's Island. Was too tired to watch it yesterday and told Dad to record it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the horror-thriller drama series since it first showed on air which was approximately 3 months ago. I have this love-hate kinda feeling every time I watch the show. I love how the story line goes, how the murderer mysteriously killed the people one by one. How suspense played it's role in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit all that, I hated how gory the show is. And especially yesterday's show, the murderer, who finally revealed himself, showed how he killed one of them. It was just too gross. I was holding on to my heart, wailing in pain even though I wasn't the one being killed. It's as though I can feel the person's pain. But then again, that's the main point of the whole show. The gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hated how you are expecting something to happen and our comes the commercials. Bloody irritating. And worst still, you were waiting so badly and eagerly for the show continue when the hour's up and it has to continue next week. A week is just too long for me to leave all the suspense. Ahhhh! My mind is thinking what oh what will happen next week. Yes, I'm an impatient person. I even youtubed Harper's Island but it's pointless cos it is showed on the same timing as US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday please come quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6870426589227445295?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6870426589227445295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6870426589227445295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6870426589227445295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6870426589227445295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-disgusted-frustrated-impatient.html' title='Happy, Disgusted, Frustrated, Impatient'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-2083408400563529800</id><published>2009-06-28T22:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:26:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyous webcamming fun.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Dad who brought a wireless router and took one and a half day to fix everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened.... Webcam session with my little brother! I was outside and he was using my laptop. You can see the different expressions of my little brother which he inherit from me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7ZNeNmaI/AAAAAAAACyM/GPnROoD4tb0/s1600-h/webcam6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7ZNeNmaI/AAAAAAAACyM/GPnROoD4tb0/s400/webcam6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382355196451234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7Y0wCHcI/AAAAAAAACyE/LK9EaBqh3tQ/s1600-h/webcam5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7Y0wCHcI/AAAAAAAACyE/LK9EaBqh3tQ/s400/webcam5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382348560309698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7YxgLD9I/AAAAAAAACx8/hx9xXVpeDz4/s1600-h/webcam4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7YxgLD9I/AAAAAAAACx8/hx9xXVpeDz4/s400/webcam4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382347688480722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7YsD3oII/AAAAAAAACx0/fw7Wk80RK7E/s1600-h/webcam2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7YsD3oII/AAAAAAAACx0/fw7Wk80RK7E/s400/webcam2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382346227589250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7r9a5NBI/AAAAAAAACy0/Pi2Ua7j7dgc/s1600-h/webcam11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7r9a5NBI/AAAAAAAACy0/Pi2Ua7j7dgc/s400/webcam11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382677305078802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at his shocking face when he realise he is going to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7rtaGVXI/AAAAAAAACys/p2wVwWzuob4/s1600-h/webcam10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7rtaGVXI/AAAAAAAACys/p2wVwWzuob4/s400/webcam10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382673006777714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7rX06fMI/AAAAAAAACyc/EjHkT8gbjvc/s1600-h/webcam8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd7rX06fMI/AAAAAAAACyc/EjHkT8gbjvc/s400/webcam8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382667213667522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74_KehWI/AAAAAAAACzU/P9K1Nl_YpfA/s1600-h/webcam15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74_KehWI/AAAAAAAACzU/P9K1Nl_YpfA/s400/webcam15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382901111391586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd75MHtITI/AAAAAAAACzc/Pp-PpLRf3NQ/s1600-h/webcam16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd75MHtITI/AAAAAAAACzc/Pp-PpLRf3NQ/s400/webcam16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382904589426994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74mrtNgI/AAAAAAAACzM/bA5b3ASyPQQ/s1600-h/webcam14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74mrtNgI/AAAAAAAACzM/bA5b3ASyPQQ/s400/webcam14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382894539879938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along came dad when we were making a great chaos. We were practically screaming from one room to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74a9MQ4I/AAAAAAAACzE/Ed_4p54jpGc/s1600-h/webcam13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74a9MQ4I/AAAAAAAACzE/Ed_4p54jpGc/s400/webcam13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382891391992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74XMjhYI/AAAAAAAACy8/1XOiw8mMuio/s1600-h/webcam12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd74XMjhYI/AAAAAAAACy8/1XOiw8mMuio/s400/webcam12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382890382689666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8RId3yJI/AAAAAAAAC0E/RyC-lbahGoI/s1600-h/webcam21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8RId3yJI/AAAAAAAAC0E/RyC-lbahGoI/s400/webcam21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383315925518482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8Qx9aupI/AAAAAAAACz8/dTL9bKw5nhw/s1600-h/webcam20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8Qx9aupI/AAAAAAAACz8/dTL9bKw5nhw/s400/webcam20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383309883816594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8QgLGXhI/AAAAAAAACz0/4ZlInH_k52c/s1600-h/webcam19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8QgLGXhI/AAAAAAAACz0/4ZlInH_k52c/s400/webcam19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383305109364242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8Qp_BGBI/AAAAAAAACzs/SbpJ71fJwqQ/s1600-h/webcam18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8Qp_BGBI/AAAAAAAACzs/SbpJ71fJwqQ/s400/webcam18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383307743041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skd8Qf1vvoI/AAAAAAAACzk/l9VQMIyepbY/s1600-h/webcam17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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Thanks to Financial Management I had a chance to relive my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered visiting the science centre when I was in Primary school and particularly was amazed by the Albert Einstein statue climbing up and down a rope at the entrance of the atrium. That was the only thing I remembered about the Science Centre. I mean, c'mon who would forget that white, fuzzy-haired guy climbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcj3fQymQI/AAAAAAAACs0/AYykax0SaPg/s1600-h/DSCF1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcj3fQymQI/AAAAAAAACs0/AYykax0SaPg/s400/DSCF1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352286118344825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this refresh your memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then I'll leave with you guys photos of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkckuJdFKEI/AAAAAAAACs8/8jfStnNQRp8/s1600-h/DSCF1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkckuJdFKEI/AAAAAAAACs8/8jfStnNQRp8/s400/DSCF1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352287057383598146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did some major renovations. And this was one of them. The waterworks. Thankfully, I didn't bring my younger brother along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcku9T59HI/AAAAAAAACtM/CWShylYvTNE/s1600-h/DSCF1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcku9T59HI/AAAAAAAACtM/CWShylYvTNE/s400/DSCF1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352287071303758962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The electronic maze. Somehow, this reminded me of Mr Bean. You have to move the metal rod without touching the metal curvy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkckuaYiIQI/AAAAAAAACtE/iPxOoF_TmLU/s1600-h/DSCF1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkckuaYiIQI/AAAAAAAACtE/iPxOoF_TmLU/s400/DSCF1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352287061927928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is super hilarious. Yvonne shouldn't have brought her hands out. It would look more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimate CUTENESS!&lt;/span&gt; (BELOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnO2e1R0I/AAAAAAAACt0/fcHYABj23cE/s1600-h/DSCF1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnO2e1R0I/AAAAAAAACt0/fcHYABj23cE/s400/DSCF1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352289818249611074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnO30hbWI/AAAAAAAACts/srxG0EWkZS8/s1600-h/DSCF1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnO30hbWI/AAAAAAAACts/srxG0EWkZS8/s400/DSCF1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352289818609020258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnOu7oKxI/AAAAAAAACtk/PGkdfiutuBU/s1600-h/DSCF1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnOu7oKxI/AAAAAAAACtk/PGkdfiutuBU/s400/DSCF1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352289816222903058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnObCloRI/AAAAAAAACtc/EqFaW6kHCsg/s1600-h/DSCF1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnObCloRI/AAAAAAAACtc/EqFaW6kHCsg/s400/DSCF1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352289810883387666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnOEr6oBI/AAAAAAAACtU/xVdXEm7Kdv0/s1600-h/DSCF1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcnOEr6oBI/AAAAAAAACtU/xVdXEm7Kdv0/s400/DSCF1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352289804882714642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcn-cCfg0I/AAAAAAAACuM/DRZTYaws8nk/s1600-h/DSCF1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcn-cCfg0I/AAAAAAAACuM/DRZTYaws8nk/s400/DSCF1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352290635785143106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcn-X0NzcI/AAAAAAAACuE/jkB8-0p1Hn4/s1600-h/DSCF1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcn-X0NzcI/AAAAAAAACuE/jkB8-0p1Hn4/s400/DSCF1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352290634651520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcn-B_phrI/AAAAAAAACt8/3hFS8z6q3NM/s1600-h/DSCF1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcn-B_phrI/AAAAAAAACt8/3hFS8z6q3NM/s400/DSCF1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352290628793894578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skco-5f0joI/AAAAAAAACuU/fayGLmwIiBY/s1600-h/DSCF1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skco-5f0joI/AAAAAAAACuU/fayGLmwIiBY/s400/DSCF1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352291743204413058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yvonne - "OMG, are these the eggs we eat everyday?" err.. ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcpAdEGXuI/AAAAAAAACu0/3R9WMM_Wg18/s1600-h/DSCF1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcpAdEGXuI/AAAAAAAACu0/3R9WMM_Wg18/s400/DSCF1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352291769931685602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcpAL7xLSI/AAAAAAAACus/xdF-GBjCFwg/s1600-h/DSCF1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcpAL7xLSI/AAAAAAAACus/xdF-GBjCFwg/s400/DSCF1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352291765333339426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skco_p9v3EI/AAAAAAAACuk/TKjW5mIREAQ/s1600-h/DSCF1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skco_p9v3EI/AAAAAAAACuk/TKjW5mIREAQ/s400/DSCF1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352291756214836290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skco_AXEnCI/AAAAAAAACuc/PSg7VcNik98/s1600-h/DSCF1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skco_AXEnCI/AAAAAAAACuc/PSg7VcNik98/s400/DSCF1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352291745046764578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh hang on, I'm still at Science Centre not some farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING! the following pictures might not be suitable for those with a weak heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcssWL5glI/AAAAAAAACvc/nU7wNiV6Pc8/s1600-h/DSCF1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcssWL5glI/AAAAAAAACvc/nU7wNiV6Pc8/s400/DSCF1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295822534476370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcssLS7X9I/AAAAAAAACvU/0DUt0poN6co/s1600-h/DSCF1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcssLS7X9I/AAAAAAAACvU/0DUt0poN6co/s400/DSCF1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295819611168722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcsrzbrsII/AAAAAAAACvM/VhieF8NkZPo/s1600-h/DSCF1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcsrzbrsII/AAAAAAAACvM/VhieF8NkZPo/s400/DSCF1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295813205438594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcsrmdsHqI/AAAAAAAACvE/yRMYohCQQMo/s1600-h/DSCF1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcsrmdsHqI/AAAAAAAACvE/yRMYohCQQMo/s400/DSCF1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295809724194466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcsrZLtc6I/AAAAAAAACu8/ilk6QwmhgYc/s1600-h/DSCF1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcsrZLtc6I/AAAAAAAACu8/ilk6QwmhgYc/s400/DSCF1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295806159123362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One word - gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skct4cIxsCI/AAAAAAAACvk/4vOjnGurHnA/s1600-h/DSCF1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skct4cIxsCI/AAAAAAAACvk/4vOjnGurHnA/s400/DSCF1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352297129802051618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It says - we share 94% of our genes with chimpanzees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skct4l-KlNI/AAAAAAAACvs/t0pUlvgz-Pc/s1600-h/DSCF1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skct4l-KlNI/AAAAAAAACvs/t0pUlvgz-Pc/s400/DSCF1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352297132441900242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm, yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvQNiuWQI/AAAAAAAACwU/XCMPKnIbWno/s1600-h/DSCF1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvQNiuWQI/AAAAAAAACwU/XCMPKnIbWno/s400/DSCF1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352298637712840962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvP-D0oVI/AAAAAAAACwM/Ar86atSsMHQ/s1600-h/DSCF1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvP-D0oVI/AAAAAAAACwM/Ar86atSsMHQ/s400/DSCF1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352298633556697426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvPuuE5OI/AAAAAAAACwE/pgs6Ojk5TvI/s1600-h/DSCF1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvPuuE5OI/AAAAAAAACwE/pgs6Ojk5TvI/s400/DSCF1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352298629438956770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvPWdp0vI/AAAAAAAACv8/fwUP6cDkeqw/s1600-h/DSCF1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvPWdp0vI/AAAAAAAACv8/fwUP6cDkeqw/s400/DSCF1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352298622927622898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvPEFaFLI/AAAAAAAACv0/WRPIU53pPVk/s1600-h/DSCF1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvPEFaFLI/AAAAAAAACv0/WRPIU53pPVk/s400/DSCF1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352298617994089650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvzULyUZI/AAAAAAAACws/1Xmk-aaoWl0/s1600-h/DSCF1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvzULyUZI/AAAAAAAACws/1Xmk-aaoWl0/s400/DSCF1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352299240791101842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, we were suppose to be giants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvzMlFbbI/AAAAAAAACwk/OzyeITx57KQ/s1600-h/DSCF1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcvzMlFbbI/AAAAAAAACwk/OzyeITx57KQ/s400/DSCF1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352299238749728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcvy1wDthI/AAAAAAAACwc/1npcAcPZ84M/s1600-h/DSCF1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcvy1wDthI/AAAAAAAACwc/1npcAcPZ84M/s400/DSCF1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352299232621737490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcwsDd7VrI/AAAAAAAACxE/JxdQILGmx6M/s1600-h/DSCF1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcwsDd7VrI/AAAAAAAACxE/JxdQILGmx6M/s400/DSCF1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352300215556331186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcwr-_LkMI/AAAAAAAACw8/ysIH-nHIANI/s1600-h/DSCF1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcwr-_LkMI/AAAAAAAACw8/ysIH-nHIANI/s400/DSCF1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352300214353629378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcwrr80yCI/AAAAAAAACw0/B8ICo2CM1t0/s1600-h/DSCF1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcwrr80yCI/AAAAAAAACw0/B8ICo2CM1t0/s400/DSCF1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352300209243473954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too much gyming. That's what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcxu_hnmYI/AAAAAAAACxk/sHBH1z9BZEQ/s1600-h/DSCF1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcxu_hnmYI/AAAAAAAACxk/sHBH1z9BZEQ/s400/DSCF1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352301365549308290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcxuu26pqI/AAAAAAAACxc/ni8a4YmT7kI/s1600-h/DSCF1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcxuu26pqI/AAAAAAAACxc/ni8a4YmT7kI/s400/DSCF1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352301361075234466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcxuVu-ZcI/AAAAAAAACxU/jdhJyxAuGAw/s1600-h/DSCF1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcxuVu-ZcI/AAAAAAAACxU/jdhJyxAuGAw/s400/DSCF1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352301354331039170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcxt1L1TDI/AAAAAAAACxM/kV3tUR2u8sU/s1600-h/DSCF1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcxt1L1TDI/AAAAAAAACxM/kV3tUR2u8sU/s400/DSCF1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352301345593707570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6715411254320879959?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6715411254320879959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6715411254320879959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6715411254320879959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6715411254320879959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/reliving-my-childhood.html' title='Reliving my childhood.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/Skcj3fQymQI/AAAAAAAACs0/AYykax0SaPg/s72-c/DSCF1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5990257072262465496</id><published>2009-06-28T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:43:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Litre of Tears.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I watched this great Japanese drama which my friend, Cass, recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcWwHh-ItI/AAAAAAAACss/XfHPfpRfMo0/s1600-h/1_litre_of_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcWwHh-ItI/AAAAAAAACss/XfHPfpRfMo0/s400/1_litre_of_tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352271698064188114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Litre of Tears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is what the call it. And it's based on a real life story about a girl Aya, who suffered from this disease, spinocerebellar ataxia. A neurological disease whereby after some time one would not be able to walk, talk, eat, basically do the things that normal people can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Litre of Tears is the title of her diary which she wrote at the suggestion of her doctor. In her diary, she wrote meaningful and heart-wrenching phrases on life and her disease. One of which was when she wrote to her mother - "Why did the disease chose me?" That phrase alone got me shedding tears uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once she wrote, also to her mother - "Osaka (mother), would I be able to get married." after she went for her teacher's wedding. She fell in love with this classmates of hers whom she went to public school with after she got out of the school and went to a school for the diasble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the boy had this hostile attitude towards Aya. Hence, Aya disliked him. Instead she had liked a senior in that school, a basketball player. When the basketball player knew she had some kind of a disease, he ignored Aya. However, Aya's classmates who already had feelings for her continued liking her even knowing Aya had the disease. And the sweetest part of it all was when he was there for Aya, protecting her and helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't control my tears while watching the drama as it was truly heart-wrenching seeing her trying her best to get on with life as a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I admired how strong and courageous she was in facing the truth and facing the society despite the weird glances she received from others. She is someone who optimistic towards life and never gives up in fighting for her disease. All the more she makes me appreciate what I have and not take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout her life, she had very supportive parents who helped her in whatever means they can. If you'd seen the drama, you would be able to see how great they are as parents. Sacrificing things they do and going the extra mile to help Aya out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cried throughout the 11 episodes. I'm giving it a 10.5 out of 10! So go watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5990257072262465496?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5990257072262465496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5990257072262465496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5990257072262465496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5990257072262465496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-litre-of-tears.html' title='One Litre of Tears.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkcWwHh-ItI/AAAAAAAACss/XfHPfpRfMo0/s72-c/1_litre_of_tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-143870171938467246</id><published>2009-06-24T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:19:49.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reality is too cruel, too brutal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the right to dream.&lt;br /&gt;As I think about the future, tears will come out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- One litre of Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-143870171938467246?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/143870171938467246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=143870171938467246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/143870171938467246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/143870171938467246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/reality-is-too-cruel-too-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6029522346203253003</id><published>2009-06-24T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:49:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Cass &amp; One litre of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;3 Gatsu 9 Ka (March 9th) - Remioromen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Translations:&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this drifting season&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel the length of the days&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of these quickly-passing days&lt;br /&gt;You and I dream away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my feelings on the March wind&lt;br /&gt;The cherry blossom buds continue on into spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overflowing drops of light&lt;br /&gt;One by one warm the morning&lt;br /&gt;Beside you, I'm a little embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;After a huge yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing at the door to a new world&lt;br /&gt;What I've realized is that I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;How strong has that made me?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm the same for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusty whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up the laundry, but&lt;br /&gt;The white moon in the morning sky&lt;br /&gt;Was so beautiful, I couldn't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that don't go the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;But if I look up to the sky, even they seem small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue sky is cold and clear&lt;br /&gt;The fluffy clouds float by quietly&lt;br /&gt;If I can share with you the joy&lt;br /&gt;Of waiting for the flowers to bloom, I'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I want you to be quietly smiling beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;How strong has that made me?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm the same for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6029522346203253003?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6029522346203253003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6029522346203253003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6029522346203253003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6029522346203253003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-to-cass-one-litre-of-tears.html' title='Thanks to Cass &amp; One litre of tears'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6557511553473548292</id><published>2009-06-24T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:37:09.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much awaited.</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I haven't been loyal to my blog. Shucks. So much for having holidays... Well, I've been busy doing stuffs that I've been dying to do... The ones I mentioned in one of my blog posts previously. I still have yet done two of them - Trip to Science Centre and Farmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you'd have been to my facebook account, you'd have seen some pictures which I've uploaded pictures on my outing with besties, Haz and Atikah to Hei Sushi. Though it's not much, hence, this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, with at least 20 bucks, you get to savour all the sushis that were going round the conveyor belt (excluding the premium sushis which costs you 8 bucks? if i'm not wrong). And being in a sushi restaurant for the very first time got me excited and all. Why not? The food comes to you by the conveyor belt. You could somehow imagine how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt; and eager I was to try all the sushis they have. Not till I see a teeny weeny notice at the side of our tables saying that we have to pay for every sushi wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I left out the raw sushis cos I was afraid that I could not finish it and had to pay for food wastage. Sheesh. Typical. But I'm saving the environment as well. So here are the sushis and food stuffs I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHger-tQlI/AAAAAAAACaw/LqtfS8BRqrI/s1600-h/heisuhsi+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHger-tQlI/AAAAAAAACaw/LqtfS8BRqrI/s400/heisuhsi+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350804650099294802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Tempura Temaki. It has prawns, rice, cucumber and some vegetable which I have no idea and wrapped with seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHiJKinx8I/AAAAAAAACbQ/_FKdTw1So9w/s1600-h/heisuhsi+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHiJKinx8I/AAAAAAAACbQ/_FKdTw1So9w/s400/heisuhsi+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350806479369127874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atikah had this which was Avocado Temaki. It's called Avocado but according to her there were no avocados in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgeWyd8eI/AAAAAAAACao/H5UiwTfPYQQ/s1600-h/heisuhsi+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgeWyd8eI/AAAAAAAACao/H5UiwTfPYQQ/s400/heisuhsi+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350804644410814946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had this which I forgot what it's called. Help me, Haz. It has slices of cucumber, crabmeat, shrimp egg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgeEHtAyI/AAAAAAAACag/SfF1BU5G6YA/s1600-h/heisuhsi+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgeEHtAyI/AAAAAAAACag/SfF1BU5G6YA/s400/heisuhsi+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350804639399609122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tasted and looked like nuggets and again I forgot what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgd0Zl6DI/AAAAAAAACaY/pC8F94CiBjo/s1600-h/heisuhsi+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgd0Zl6DI/AAAAAAAACaY/pC8F94CiBjo/s400/heisuhsi+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350804635179673650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is tamago which means omelette and it has egg. One of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgdEEz9WI/AAAAAAAACaQ/cb-6NgIoR20/s1600-h/heisuhsi+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHgdEEz9WI/AAAAAAAACaQ/cb-6NgIoR20/s400/heisuhsi+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350804622207612258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If i'm not wrong this one is also called tamago but it's served differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHg6W8v7mI/AAAAAAAACbA/P1Xi0DY6_kk/s1600-h/heisuhsi+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHg6W8v7mI/AAAAAAAACbA/P1Xi0DY6_kk/s400/heisuhsi+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350805125490273890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Hei Chawanmushi. It's tofu. One of my favourite as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHg6P-yLpI/AAAAAAAACa4/I2Mi1qvY8a8/s1600-h/heisuhsi+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHg6P-yLpI/AAAAAAAACa4/I2Mi1qvY8a8/s400/heisuhsi+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350805123619761810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is err... have no idea what it is called. It has potatoes in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHg6jUyoxI/AAAAAAAACbI/fo8E8x3LsTs/s1600-h/heisuhsi+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHg6jUyoxI/AAAAAAAACbI/fo8E8x3LsTs/s400/heisuhsi+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350805128812339986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trust me that wasn't the number of dishes we had. We had 4 times the ones you see in the picture. Actually I was already full after my 3rd serving. Haz kept insisting that we have to eat 20 dishes altogether. So, I had to force myself another 6-7 dishes. Those of you who have been to sushi restaurant would be able to imagine how it felt. Bleah. But overall, great experience eating sushis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6557511553473548292?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6557511553473548292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6557511553473548292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6557511553473548292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6557511553473548292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-awaited.html' title='Much awaited.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SkHger-tQlI/AAAAAAAACaw/LqtfS8BRqrI/s72-c/heisuhsi+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4521234003053784372</id><published>2009-06-15T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:45:36.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Everyone has a first love story to tell.”</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why but I had this sudden urge to blog. I made a trip to school just to watch a movie at the library albeit the distance and the one and a half hour journey on the bus. But the trip was worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Let me tell you. Cos I found a great film which I've been wanting to watch again eversince I watched it for the very first time a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SjY8UmucznI/AAAAAAAACaI/f_COIA-4LZw/s1600-h/385356361_f5d004674d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SjY8UmucznI/AAAAAAAACaI/f_COIA-4LZw/s400/385356361_f5d004674d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347527932239466098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Everyone has a first love story to tell.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relating to the phrase above, it's a story of a girl, Orked, who had, I must say, a very strong friendship with a boy, Mukhsin. They met when Mukhsin moved to Orked's village for the holidays and immediately became best of friends which eventually leads to Mukhsin having romantic feelings towards Orked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about this film is how their friendship leads to a romance. Well, you might say it's kinda cliche cos girl meet boy. Girl befriended boy. Boy falls in love with girl. Something happened in between resulting to girl not wanting to see boy. Boy had to leave and left a note. Girl read note and chase the boy but everything was too late. But I think that is what makes the film awesome. Or perhaps, the director is Yasmin Ahmad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe one of the reasons I liked about the film is that I can somehow relate to it. And no, I'm not gonna talk about it. That's ages ago. Puppy love, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it. It's all this puppy love and failed relationships that make us a better person for what is more to come - The future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4521234003053784372?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4521234003053784372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4521234003053784372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4521234003053784372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4521234003053784372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-has-first-love-story-to-tell.html' title='“Everyone has a first love story to tell.”'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/SjY8UmucznI/AAAAAAAACaI/f_COIA-4LZw/s72-c/385356361_f5d004674d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8231179309493072391</id><published>2009-06-14T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:35:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here it goes again.....</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to get a grip on myself and settle down without worrying about anything concerning the big 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks, all I could think of was ASSIGNMENTS, ASSIGNMENTS AND MORE ASSIGNMENTS! Apparently, that is how the life of a sophomore is. And thankfully, I managed to pull myself through all those hardships. And now, holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about holidays, I have a whole list of things that I have to do and accomplish. Nothing to do with assignments, FUN things I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm heading to Hei Sushi with besties Haz and Atikah. I'm gonna have a try on sushis since Haz recommended to me saying the food was superb after my unfortunate first try of sushis at Malaysia. I'm gonna make sure I'll have a feast on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my dear classmate, Cassandra mentioned about going to Farm Mart/ Farmart whichever. Which is at Choa Chu Kang. I did a research and thought it was rather interesting. There are different farms available; goat farm, bee farm, fish quarry just to name a few. Maybe I could give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my group mates planned to make a trip to Science Centre as part of our assignment and most importantly to have  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt; It's been a longest of time since I set foot to the Science centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my friends are coming over to my house for FUN! Which is freakishly awesomely superbly ultra-super exciting! I love to bring my friends over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I'm doing something superbly addictive. In fact, I'm addicted to it already! No, not facebook. But something more addictive than facebook or diner dash (ok, that's random). Fyi, it's a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here you go my dear readers a whole list of FUN things that I'll be doing during the holidays! I'm guessing that I would be so caught up with the fun things that I won't be able to blog frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8231179309493072391?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8231179309493072391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8231179309493072391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8231179309493072391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8231179309493072391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-here-it-goes-again.html' title='And here it goes again.....'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6268644665673236702</id><published>2009-06-05T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:18:35.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please bear with me for a few while. I'll be away. Be back on the 15th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6268644665673236702?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6268644665673236702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6268644665673236702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6268644665673236702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6268644665673236702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-bear-with-me-for-few-while.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7811168285802047255</id><published>2009-05-29T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:28:30.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain full of ASS-ignments</title><content type='html'>My apologies dear readers. I haven't been updating this space of mine cos apparently I haven't had any life since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been burying myself with mountain loads of assignments (or should I say ASS-ignments) which seems never ending. It's just crazy. Once I'm done with one, I still have infinity more to go. And having e-learning this week feels like a normal pathetic school day. Only difference you don't have to come to school. SO much for looking forward to e-learning. Now, I probably have to think twice about looking forward to the term holidays which is coming in 2 weeks. Cos I'd still have group assignments to complete. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope mom and dad brings us out of Singapore then, can I get away from my assignments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7811168285802047255?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7811168285802047255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7811168285802047255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7811168285802047255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7811168285802047255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/mountain-full-of-ass-ignments.html' title='Mountain full of ASS-ignments'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1425732121274942359</id><published>2009-05-21T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:46:24.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My call was answered. Thank you, Angel!&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/3204042879528619288-1425732121274942359?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1425732121274942359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1425732121274942359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1425732121274942359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1425732121274942359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-calling-was-answered.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-6791048576577388577</id><published>2009-05-19T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:05:48.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The din we've been making.</title><content type='html'>If you guys had read my Class's blog (which I doubt you will), you would have found out that currently the B01s aka my class are playing this game called the 'Angels and Mortals' (idea elicit by Daphne). If you did found and never knew B01 had a class blog, you would probably have found out from (1) someone who is in B01 or (2) from the din our class made during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you might be wondering whaththehell this 'Angel and Mortal' game is. It's a game where you picked a name randomly. And that person is your mortal. And you are the angel. So, everyone should have an Angel *angelic voice* (private joke) and a Mortal. And the angel would give gifts to their mortals. That explains why B01 is making such a huge din during lectures. Cos their Angel would place something inside their bag, under the chair, on the chair, getting a messenger *angelic voice* to send the gifts over, passing (love) notes during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amidst all this din, I somehow feel that everyone in my class is trying their best to open up and hopefully by the end of this semester, if not year 2, we are more or less bonded. All thanks to Daphne's 'Angel and Mortal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOUTOUT TO MY ANGEL: ANGEL OH ANGEL, PLEASE DO SOMETHING! GIVE ME A NOTE/SIGN/MIRACLE OR WHATEVER IT IS. PLEASE, I PRAY TO YOU ANGEL, DO SOMETHING! GOD BLESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-6791048576577388577?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6791048576577388577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=6791048576577388577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6791048576577388577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/6791048576577388577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/din-weve-been-making.html' title='The din we&apos;ve been making.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-4944120252680300651</id><published>2009-05-18T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:17:28.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Facebook</title><content type='html'>I found someone whom I thought I would never find, ever again, on Facebook. Someone who helped me alot through my childhood days. Developing me in all the different areas (ehm, the PIES). Showing me the right and wrong. Providing me with the information I need. And most importantly, teaching me all the basics. Turning me to become what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I'd guess that you would never guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school teacher? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Primary school teacher?Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition teacher? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear this: Kindergarten Teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I found my Kindergarten teacher on Facebook! Haiz... The last time I saw her was 5 years ago. My younger brother was in that school, oh! I didn't tell you which school I was. I was in PPIS, the one at Playfair centre (dont know? forget it, it's closed down). I was there throughout my childhood days (3 years, I meant). My younger brother was there for 2 years. After his 2nd year he went to another kindergarten cos the place had to be closed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last day before the centre (PPIS) closed down, they had a mini carnival. That was the first time, after 8 years of not going back, I was there. The place brings back memories. And there was this parent-teacher conference (PTC). AND I saw my teacher!!! Thankfully, she remembered me. Hello? Huge difference eh! I was with her when I was 5/6 years old. And during the PTC, I was 13/14 years old. And it's amazing how she can remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ya. Added her on Facebook. And I just send her a message and waiting for her to reply. Hope she replies. Will update on that ONCE she replied. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-4944120252680300651?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4944120252680300651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=4944120252680300651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4944120252680300651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/4944120252680300651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonders-of-facebook.html' title='Wonders of Facebook'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-1103795800028294675</id><published>2009-05-16T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:49:40.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 'R'</title><content type='html'>I've been rejecting people for the past few days which is what I hated the most. I just hate rejecting people cos I know they would be truly disappointed with my actions. And which result to me feeling guilty and a a few days of sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think being rejected is the worst part of the big 'R', but think again. What about the people who do the rejecting. How would they feel? I believe that rejecting people is a painful ordeal and a tedious one, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to think of ways to put across the decision made. They have to brave themselves to face the prejected(rejected person) and talk to them and then try their best and probably hardest to reject them. After which, the process is not yet done. They have to deal with the prejected's emotions. Say, this guy wants to reject this girl who confesses her love to him. After being rejected the girl lets out an upheaval of emotions. And the guy had no choice but to calm/comfort her. Unless his an ass he would just leave the girl alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please don't ask me if I got rejected by a guy. Cos I didn't. I'm just quoting an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after dealing with the prejected's emotions, he (just like me) have a this great feeling of guilt surrounding him. And his mind would keep asking whether the prejected is alright, whether the prejected would have thoughts of wanting to take revenge towards him, whether the prejected is angry towards him, that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since rejecting is not my forte, I couldn't find a good much less and ingenious way to reject him/her. There he/she is trying to convince about something and there am I trying to think of ways to make him/her stop talking and tell him/her that I am truly not interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people come to me and do things for them, I do them, when it is not against my means. But when it is, I tend to stutter. I admit I sucked at rejecting. Hmph. But thank goodness I'm through with everything and done with it. I had the help of some close ones to back me up and giving me advice. I'm just hoping that they won't come looking for me day after day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-1103795800028294675?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1103795800028294675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=1103795800028294675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1103795800028294675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/1103795800028294675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-r.html' title='The Big &apos;R&apos;'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5685859325906820289</id><published>2009-05-12T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:10:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome song.</title><content type='html'>Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Of You Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;br /&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;br /&gt;I picked the ripest one&lt;br /&gt;I still got the seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said move on&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;I guess second best&lt;br /&gt;Is all I will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an Indian summer&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;Like a hard candy&lt;br /&gt;With a surprise center&lt;br /&gt;How do I get better&lt;br /&gt;Once I've had the best&lt;br /&gt;You said there's&lt;br /&gt;Tons of fish in the water&lt;br /&gt;So the waters I will test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;I taste your mouth&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me in&lt;br /&gt;I was disgusted with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Was looking into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best&lt;br /&gt;And yes I do regret&lt;br /&gt;How I could let myself&lt;br /&gt;Let you go&lt;br /&gt;Now the lesson's learned&lt;br /&gt;I touched it I was burned&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you walk through&lt;br /&gt;And bust in the door&lt;br /&gt;And take me away&lt;br /&gt;Oh no more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5685859325906820289?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5685859325906820289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5685859325906820289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5685859325906820289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5685859325906820289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/katy-perry-thinking-of-you-lyrics.html' title='awesome song.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-8002131582784540237</id><published>2009-05-10T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:26:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! Nobody Syndrome ALERT!</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing that all of you have heard the song "Nobody" by the Wonder Girls. And if you haven't then you must be living under a rock all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather amazed by how a song could be such a sensation. Just by hearing the song gets some of us excited (or rather stimulated). Ya..... *rolling eyes* I first heard the song during HMS pre-camp. Honestly speaking, I have no clue what song was that and it simply irks me. Especially the dance steps, not to mention the song. "I want nobody nobody but you!" Urgh...  And someone told me it was by this group of girls who name themselves Wonder Girls. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the actual camp someone played  the song over and over again. Somehow, it got stuck on my head. The song would fade away after a few days. And if I ever heard the song again, it would keep haunting me (again). (Just like Karen and her 'Guan ta ra me ra')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, whenever the song is played. Everyone would sing along to the phrase, "I want nobody nobody but you...." and followed by the *clap clap* *clap clap*. I think it's like a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got the urge to memorise the lyrics and the dance steps. Oh help me please. I mean help me out of this Nobody syndrome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-8002131582784540237?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8002131582784540237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=8002131582784540237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8002131582784540237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/8002131582784540237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-nobody-syndrome-alert.html' title='Help! Nobody Syndrome ALERT!'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-5065403791347778538</id><published>2009-05-10T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:26:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see I've added a tagboard to ease someone's burden of wanting to talk to me about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to her about someone just like how she loves talking to me about someone. Let's talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm going to revamp my blog cos apparently it looks dull, dark and gloomy. No excitement. Probably change the background colour to RED. According to Philip Koh, red stimulates people. And I want to stimulate my readers. Don't think dirty ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-5065403791347778538?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5065403791347778538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=5065403791347778538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5065403791347778538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/5065403791347778538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-you-can-see-ive-added-tagboard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204042879528619288.post-7265105081421171560</id><published>2009-05-10T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:12:38.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a sort shay.</title><content type='html'>I got myself tongue-tied. I meant short say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all Mothers out there. Especially my Mummy. :D She's out working so we can't really go out like we used to. But I bought her a cake and sewn her this small pouch with the stitching, "Happy Mother's Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mothers, honestly and seriously, I can't wait to be a mother myself. And being a mother would mean I have to go through the process of child birth. AND after I watched the documentary, "In the womb", I'm having second thoughts of going through that ordeal. Just by watching women going through delivery, made me feel the pain. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they say no pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204042879528619288-7265105081421171560?l=lustrous-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7265105081421171560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204042879528619288&amp;postID=7265105081421171560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7265105081421171560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204042879528619288/posts/default/7265105081421171560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrous-luna.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-sort-shay.html' title='Just a sort shay.'/><author><name>@lustrousluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811862002811255959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7WCGE1BR7M/TUOibuTZ5ZI/AAAAAAAADMs/hLQ7yiEPvUs/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
