<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 02:27:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Fallen Star</title><description></description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>915</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-426551498334449781</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-12T17:03:47.541+08:00</atom:updated><title>I've moved</title><description>Although I'm seemingly still blogging here, I've actually officially moved to &lt;a href="http://starlala.wordpress.com"&gt;here (click on the link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Word press's photo function is quite troublesome, I usually do my uploads of pictures here then import it over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-426551498334449781?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-7372226052551902960</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T00:39:57.894+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Click on the ad on the right corner of the age and check out the new N82!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-7372226052551902960?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/click-on-ad-on-right-corner-of-age-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-8390444440508006039</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-08T01:46:42.183+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>love</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><title>2nd Year and counting</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F84YBF8nI/AAAAAAAABnI/ZLhpqo7pUxs/s1600-h/IMG_4029-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F84YBF8nI/AAAAAAAABnI/ZLhpqo7pUxs/s400/IMG_4029-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175054754786964082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been two years since Cai and I have been together, and hopefully we're still counting... (sing:the road is loooongggg....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already know, Cai and I have NO anniversary date in which we can commemorate when we became a couple. So most of the time it's us guessing that 'okae it's time we celebrate our anniversary' and it's usually beginning-mid march, and we're also guessing it's probably on Mandy's Birthday. :) Shall spare you the history though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wanted to go somewhere different to eat this year, and we decided for Greek at Philia restaurant. But because of the amount of work that we have to deal with for the coming two weeks ,we decided to postpone the nice dinner to some time later, and we were prepared to splurge a little that day. (We are currently not splurging as much because of our Korea grad trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we decided that we felt like having Japanese and we decided to have Waraku at StarHub Centre near Cuppage Plaza. We spontaneously moved up our supposedly 'anniversary dinner' at Philia to today! So yup, tonight was a dinner for our 2-years of being together . It's cool that we dont not have a fix date ,so we can do spontaneous shit like that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8f4BF8jI/AAAAAAAABmo/oN-1mwQUPP0/s1600-h/IMG_4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8f4BF8jI/AAAAAAAABmo/oN-1mwQUPP0/s400/IMG_4037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175054333880169010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8gIBF8kI/AAAAAAAABmw/AwWntkFUeuA/s1600-h/IMG_4041-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8gIBF8kI/AAAAAAAABmw/AwWntkFUeuA/s400/IMG_4041-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175054338175136322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8gYBF8lI/AAAAAAAABm4/xwkut6xQ7GU/s1600-h/IMG_4042-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8gYBF8lI/AAAAAAAABm4/xwkut6xQ7GU/s400/IMG_4042-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175054342470103634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8goBF8mI/AAAAAAAABnA/k1e_WiFg1kk/s1600-h/IMG_4045-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F8goBF8mI/AAAAAAAABnA/k1e_WiFg1kk/s400/IMG_4045-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175054346765070946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's an anniversary dinner (or any dinner for that matter) , without booze? But this time we ditched the beer and went for hot sake, which was really comforting and stomach-warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F70oBF8eI/AAAAAAAABmA/FNAwEmlKZ9M/s1600-h/IMG_4046-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F70oBF8eI/AAAAAAAABmA/FNAwEmlKZ9M/s400/IMG_4046-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053590850826722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A toast to our two years. May the third year be a great one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F704BF8fI/AAAAAAAABmI/pucM4Btbo30/s1600-h/IMG_4047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F704BF8fI/AAAAAAAABmI/pucM4Btbo30/s400/IMG_4047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053595145794034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F71IBF8gI/AAAAAAAABmQ/K--ULo21UF8/s1600-h/IMG_4048-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F71IBF8gI/AAAAAAAABmQ/K--ULo21UF8/s400/IMG_4048-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053599440761346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha I look very ah lian here dont I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F71YBF8hI/AAAAAAAABmY/yd_NgtJWjYU/s1600-h/IMG_4049-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F71YBF8hI/AAAAAAAABmY/yd_NgtJWjYU/s400/IMG_4049-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053603735728658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my Hotate and Cheese Udon!&lt;br /&gt;It's a really huge bowl...very nice and creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F71YBF8iI/AAAAAAAABmg/u82R4kb01SM/s1600-h/IMG_4050-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F71YBF8iI/AAAAAAAABmg/u82R4kb01SM/s400/IMG_4050-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053603735728674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7U4BF8ZI/AAAAAAAABlY/zAMDspgb6h0/s1600-h/IMG_4052-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7U4BF8ZI/AAAAAAAABlY/zAMDspgb6h0/s400/IMG_4052-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053045389980050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scallops are really huge and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7VYBF8aI/AAAAAAAABlg/czCLPXY5y0k/s1600-h/IMG_4056-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7VYBF8aI/AAAAAAAABlg/czCLPXY5y0k/s400/IMG_4056-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053053979914658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7VoBF8bI/AAAAAAAABlo/idI0k3i8nBk/s1600-h/IMG_4057-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7VoBF8bI/AAAAAAAABlo/idI0k3i8nBk/s400/IMG_4057-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053058274881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hee Hee..tugging in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7WIBF8cI/AAAAAAAABlw/ELhd1cF8klY/s1600-h/IMG_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7WIBF8cI/AAAAAAAABlw/ELhd1cF8klY/s400/IMG_4061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053066864816578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby looks disappointed and hungry that his food hadnt' arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7WoBF8dI/AAAAAAAABl4/JUBFhGGD4jM/s1600-h/IMG_4062-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F7WoBF8dI/AAAAAAAABl4/JUBFhGGD4jM/s400/IMG_4062-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175053075454751186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tada ! When it did, his face lit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6nIBF8UI/AAAAAAAABkw/eFRkazDwFyo/s1600-h/IMG_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6nIBF8UI/AAAAAAAABkw/eFRkazDwFyo/s400/IMG_4064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052259410964802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ramen was really good and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;We actualyl ordered a sashimi salad which was really cheap and refreshing .Unfortunately we forgot to take pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6nYBF8VI/AAAAAAAABk4/DRgCqd8z0ZM/s1600-h/IMG_4065-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6nYBF8VI/AAAAAAAABk4/DRgCqd8z0ZM/s400/IMG_4065-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052263705932114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raspberry cake .It was icecream cake and it wasnt' overly sweet. A very nice dessert to end off the whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6n4BF8WI/AAAAAAAABlA/FWWEHKfdlWY/s1600-h/IMG_4068-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6n4BF8WI/AAAAAAAABlA/FWWEHKfdlWY/s400/IMG_4068-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052272295866722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6oIBF8XI/AAAAAAAABlI/asNG0o5-G9M/s1600-h/IMG_4070-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6oIBF8XI/AAAAAAAABlI/asNG0o5-G9M/s400/IMG_4070-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052276590834034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6oYBF8YI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vT5ENzpGRGI/s1600-h/IMG_4030-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F6oYBF8YI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vT5ENzpGRGI/s400/IMG_4030-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052280885801346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:) After a week of madness, and alot of tears shed, and hear-tearing moments, I'm glad for today that  we got to have a nice dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for standing by :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-8390444440508006039?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/2nd-year-and-counting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9F84YBF8nI/AAAAAAAABnI/ZLhpqo7pUxs/s72-c/IMG_4029-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-8787506633094597350</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-08T00:27:06.660+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random stuff</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><title>weights...</title><description>Now let's talk about my latest obession: weights. Not weight. the dumbells kind.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm still careful about my weight though.&lt;br /&gt;Well recently I had this sudden dissatisfaction with my meatless, scrawny arms and they look sickly, or flabby with the loose skin, which doesn't go very well with my being fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing weights at least once a day since wednesday, trying to get those well-defined deltoids ( I almost said pectorals, which made Matt really amused on Thursday) and triceps.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fazed with actresses who can fight. My favourite of course, is Jennifer Garner, who is Elecktra both in Daredevil and Elecktra the movie. Besides being able to kick, fight, swing, fly and look not the least frazzled after doing the above, she has very nice arms:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9Fqo4BF8SI/AAAAAAAABkg/SuyCWCrNyo4/s1600-h/elektraposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9Fqo4BF8SI/AAAAAAAABkg/SuyCWCrNyo4/s400/elektraposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175034697289691426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okae, and very nice abs too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9FqiIBF8RI/AAAAAAAABkY/G-tuBAyAzqQ/s1600-h/jennifergarner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9FqiIBF8RI/AAAAAAAABkY/G-tuBAyAzqQ/s400/jennifergarner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175034581325574418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can u see the well defined deltoids there ? I think it's really cool on women... a physical manifestation of strength and independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other woman Jessica Biel who doesn't fight in shows usually, but I've checked out her arms and they are really really muscular but a tad too huge. Still..nice muscles there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9FqaoBF8QI/AAAAAAAABkQ/XPSTYYLzsMQ/s1600-h/jessica_biel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9FqaoBF8QI/AAAAAAAABkQ/XPSTYYLzsMQ/s400/jessica_biel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175034452476555522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah ,she has well defined everything . Triceps, biceps and deltoids. And boobs as well, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9FqUIBF8PI/AAAAAAAABkI/DoYN0n60syk/s1600-h/Jessica_Biel_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9FqUIBF8PI/AAAAAAAABkI/DoYN0n60syk/s400/Jessica_Biel_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175034340807405810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is jessica biel still. And I think she look nicer here cos she doesnt' look too huge.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont really like her, because more than half her pictures on google are like nude or boob-focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, doing weights means I'm going to bulge a little on the arms. Which I'm not too keen about so I'm trying to have well defined muscles and yet not look too big. :S&lt;br /&gt;Well, bulgy muscular arms or flabby ones?? I choose the former of course. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-8787506633094597350?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/weights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R9Fqo4BF8SI/AAAAAAAABkg/SuyCWCrNyo4/s72-c/elektraposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-3198968387588493501</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T23:33:40.990+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><title>Trigger Happy</title><description>We woke up at 4 30 am this morning , each of us to do our thesis respectively, and was extremely tired by the time lesson started at 10 am. We met for breakfast at 8 am before continuing our thesis in school.  So here we are at the canteen taking pics of sleepy morning faces.:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8wZiorKXlI/AAAAAAAABkA/hSOhszEvxGY/s1600-h/IMG_3996-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8wZiorKXlI/AAAAAAAABkA/hSOhszEvxGY/s400/IMG_3996-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173538154766556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortly after, though, we were probably too tired and had a short 20 minutes of cold war!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we worked things out later...&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired and lack of sleep, I tend to get a little cranky and short-fused.&lt;br /&gt;And here's a really nice picture of  my silly goose which I really like.&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in the fitting room while he was trying on Springfield's jacket and shirt one day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8wZIorKXkI/AAAAAAAABj4/imBbcg1oYFM/s1600-h/IMG_3999-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8wZIorKXkI/AAAAAAAABj4/imBbcg1oYFM/s400/IMG_3999-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173537708089957954" 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/8388506-3198968387588493501?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/03/trigger-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8wZiorKXlI/AAAAAAAABkA/hSOhszEvxGY/s72-c/IMG_3996-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-5674270674288461690</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-29T23:41:59.067+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><title>The animated crab at long beach</title><description>This Friday evening, Cai and I didn't spend it alone or  with our friends . It was  Long Beach Seafood at Dempsey Road, and boy was I excited to go there, because  everyone's been talking about Dempsey Road!&lt;br /&gt;The seafood is really expensive, but the quality is pretty decent. Please only go there when you're working, because I'm not recommending you fellow students to go there! This is not part of the food blog project!!There are alot more other food than what is featured here but because the food came so quickly, there's hardly time to take pictures. I'll bring you here one day, Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day kept for ourselves after this week of endless project and papers, and we started the morning with Badminton, Ping Pong, lunch and then Batman begins.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmAIrKXfI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zUcRTPyaqxg/s1600-h/IMG_3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmAIrKXfI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zUcRTPyaqxg/s400/IMG_3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172425955805388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ah beng and the ah lian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmAorKXgI/AAAAAAAABjY/kmHeKLG9niM/s1600-h/IMG_3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmAorKXgI/AAAAAAAABjY/kmHeKLG9niM/s400/IMG_3978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172425964395322882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The animated crab that seems to be saying 'come here, baby!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmA4rKXhI/AAAAAAAABjg/9r9CRh4KeIA/s1600-h/IMG_3979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmA4rKXhI/AAAAAAAABjg/9r9CRh4KeIA/s400/IMG_3979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172425968690290194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmBYrKXiI/AAAAAAAABjo/nhUWdfv0vtk/s1600-h/IMG_3980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmBYrKXiI/AAAAAAAABjo/nhUWdfv0vtk/s400/IMG_3980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172425977280224802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmB4rKXjI/AAAAAAAABjw/OwYxQh1lW2M/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmB4rKXjI/AAAAAAAABjw/OwYxQh1lW2M/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172425985870159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I've put on weight, and I don't know if it's a good or bad thing, since all of you have been saying that I look too skinny and I dont look nice being too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll still watch my weight for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-5674270674288461690?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/animated-crab-at-long-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gmAIrKXfI/AAAAAAAABjQ/zUcRTPyaqxg/s72-c/IMG_3977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-8441498448119859846</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-29T23:29:57.083+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Lang Gang</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Dim Sum with the Honourables</title><description>Here are some pictures of dim sum with the honourables! The pics ain't very well taken.&lt;br /&gt;About 8 of us turned up for Dim Sum yesterday morning, and Cai and I decided to bring them to Red Star to have it. We were quite sure none of them have ever been to such a hong-kong styled dim sum place, what with all the commercialised dim sum restaurants that are all part of pop culture now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Tan the superhuman was especially hysterical .When she raised her hand to call for a waitress, she called her 'lao shi!', and then she became really embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple and short meet up, good enough for me to see everyone whom I so sorely missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkaorKXaI/AAAAAAAABio/spdCAqgUl8A/s1600-h/IMG_3932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkaorKXaI/AAAAAAAABio/spdCAqgUl8A/s400/IMG_3932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172424212048666018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam-whoring while waiting for Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkbIrKXbI/AAAAAAAABiw/inZ-upJhx18/s1600-h/IMG_3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkbIrKXbI/AAAAAAAABiw/inZ-upJhx18/s400/IMG_3933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172424220638600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkbYrKXcI/AAAAAAAABi4/7O_7h5strpU/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkbYrKXcI/AAAAAAAABi4/7O_7h5strpU/s400/IMG_3935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172424224933567938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkb4rKXdI/AAAAAAAABjA/3MEQTkX3plA/s1600-h/IMG_3936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkb4rKXdI/AAAAAAAABjA/3MEQTkX3plA/s400/IMG_3936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172424233523502546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking to Chin Swee Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkcIrKXeI/AAAAAAAABjI/OIpDW46mw4Y/s1600-h/IMG_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkcIrKXeI/AAAAAAAABjI/OIpDW46mw4Y/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172424237818469858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cai and Pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj3orKXWI/AAAAAAAABiI/_89wTN9iqGQ/s1600-h/IMG_3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj3orKXWI/AAAAAAAABiI/_89wTN9iqGQ/s400/IMG_3955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423610753244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt sucking the chicken feel for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj4orKXXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Fdu9qAi3xM0/s1600-h/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj4orKXXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Fdu9qAi3xM0/s400/IMG_3951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423627933113714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out the frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj5IrKXYI/AAAAAAAABiY/wt-WQrFCwB8/s1600-h/IMG_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj5IrKXYI/AAAAAAAABiY/wt-WQrFCwB8/s400/IMG_3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423636523048322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder what they were looking at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj6IrKXZI/AAAAAAAABig/H0rdDvZTvy0/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gj6IrKXZI/AAAAAAAABig/H0rdDvZTvy0/s400/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423653702917522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gjW4rKXTI/AAAAAAAABhw/0NYsNZ9hnB4/s1600-h/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gjW4rKXTI/AAAAAAAABhw/0NYsNZ9hnB4/s400/IMG_3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423048112528690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amused by someone on  the left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gjXYrKXUI/AAAAAAAABh4/BELVrdJdblg/s1600-h/IMG_3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gjXYrKXUI/AAAAAAAABh4/BELVrdJdblg/s400/IMG_3957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423056702463298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, Cheryl who was so embarrassed by the 'laoshi' incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gjXorKXVI/AAAAAAAABiA/_3ojVHW7838/s1600-h/IMG_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gjXorKXVI/AAAAAAAABiA/_3ojVHW7838/s400/IMG_3956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172423060997430610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gi94rKXSI/AAAAAAAABho/BQ9LNg6CgVU/s1600-h/IMG_3963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gi94rKXSI/AAAAAAAABho/BQ9LNg6CgVU/s400/IMG_3963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172422618615799074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy shooting Cai a dirty look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gizorKXRI/AAAAAAAABhg/tM_JLGFqegQ/s1600-h/IMG_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gizorKXRI/AAAAAAAABhg/tM_JLGFqegQ/s400/IMG_3966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172422442522139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy's frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gir4rKXQI/AAAAAAAABhY/niQY2XLjXGM/s1600-h/IMG_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gir4rKXQI/AAAAAAAABhY/niQY2XLjXGM/s400/IMG_3968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172422309378153730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us minus Matt who had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gikIrKXPI/AAAAAAAABhQ/alD-h-v5ftQ/s1600-h/IMG_3970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gikIrKXPI/AAAAAAAABhQ/alD-h-v5ftQ/s400/IMG_3970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172422176234167538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-8441498448119859846?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/dim-sum-with-honourables.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R8gkaorKXaI/AAAAAAAABio/spdCAqgUl8A/s72-c/IMG_3932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-7078916427890220202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T01:22:40.259+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I've shifted my blog to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starlala.wordpress.com"&gt;www.starlala.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nicer place to blog in, it seems. Shall try it out for abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might need special passwords to get in to some of the posts.&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of the inner circlings, I'll drop you a message to tell u what it is:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-7078916427890220202?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-shifted-my-blog-to-www.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-1194962332767699916</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 12:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T20:18:03.911+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>HT</category><title>HT woes</title><description>Each time it's nearing Thursday  I get extremely stressed up and jittery because I am always worried that I'm  not doing enough for my HT and I dont have anything to show Butler. But it always turns out that he has something encouraging to say about whatever I show him, even when I think nothing of my work .He would say how I could make it into something else, and I always come out feeling good and happy. And I'll be so happy that I feel like celebrating the weekend, only to emerge stressed up again nearing Thursday. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;And today  was great in that he greatly reduced the amount of data that I was supposed to look at into two or three subordinate conjunctions ( considering that I have about 7 ) of them. I'm getting more and more excited about my own topic and I'm motivated to be geeky again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoorah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-1194962332767699916?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/ht-woes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-874240054988951881</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T21:45:27.139+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I don't want to be bothered with the 'what -could-have-been'.&lt;br /&gt;I want  to embrace the now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-874240054988951881?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-want-to-be-bothered-with-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-1766435522471599745</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T22:00:45.365+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Everyone's saying that I look tired, that I look listless.&lt;br /&gt;I am very, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted from what happened in the week and weeks past.&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish that NW Airlines would just swoop me up to Hawaii right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from all these clutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-1766435522471599745?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyones-saying-that-i-look-tired-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-6598220079968342426</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T19:48:52.915+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>It's so funny to read how one person can blog-bitch about the flaws of others and society, and not realize that she/(he)'s a person like that. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae it has been two days of meets up with my good friends who are going back to Australia :( But I'm thankful for the meet ups to be able to catch up with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics up later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-6598220079968342426?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-so-funny-to-read-how-one-person-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-6976686856220999822</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-16T01:04:17.188+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>V Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>:)</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><title>V Day</title><description>Time for some happy updates. Well I was so busy, stressed up and ill from the CNY week, so I haven't put up pictures of that period. And by now it's a little 'out of point' to be putting up CNY Pics. Heh.. Anyway I was looking for a red dress to be wearing on CNY this year and went around countless shopping malls with my Mum and boyfriend all these months, and it was a hopeless case for me until I was at Far East Plaza with Stacey and I finall found THE dress. So the happy happy thing for me this year was that I got my red dress, and I'm glad everyone who saw it thought I look nice in it. Here's a picture of Cai and me in our CNY clothes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W35FdIDDI/AAAAAAAABhA/b4MtyCCetqI/s1600-h/IMG_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W35FdIDDI/AAAAAAAABhA/b4MtyCCetqI/s400/IMG_3402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167238338822278194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I'm supposed to be blogging about V Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V Day was a really really special day. I think it is by far the most memorable occasion in my life, and in our relationship. Well being food people, how could we not go on an eating date??&lt;br /&gt;We went to a not-famous-at-all eating place called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goose and Nilly's Bar and Grill  &lt;/span&gt;and it's located at Good Luck Garden at Toh Tuck Road. That place is probably the only place that doesn't have a queue and there were absolutely NO other couples around! It was open-air in the midst of a lush forest and our table was adjacent to a big pond.We had our very own symphony playing at the background and it was the best weather ever there, with no cold from the air con and yet it wasn't too hot and humid out  there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even better was that everything from the food to the drinks were DIY.Even shopping for the food was part of the DIY experience and we had to marinate and grill the food ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what happened yesterday was, Cai and I decided that we would NEVER or we would try not to go out to have dinner on V Day itself because it is crowded and expensive everywhere. We dont really like spending a large part of a precious evening queing along with tons of other couples, and the worse thing is, after you finally get your seats in the restaurant, you have other couples around at quite a close distance that this personal space isn't there. You may as well just get all the couples around you to sit at a long table together right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we thought of a way to make this day especially special, and we decided to do a BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day at school yesterday and I was tired from baking cookies for Cai and making him a card the night before. By the time we get to the huge bukit timah plaza's NTUC fairprice, it was already 3 45 pm. We spent an hour looking for veg (we had loads of them), fruits , sausages and chicken wings and thighs,  and red wine. When we got back to Cai's house, we were rushing to get ready for the BBQ; I was busy marinating the chicken wings and thighs and putting them  into aluminium 'boxes' to grill, and Cai was making his own Sangria. His very own concoction with apple slices!  We were pretty good at rushing because all in all we only took about 30 minutes to 45 minutes to marinate and prepare everything. By the time we started the fire it was about 6 p.m, and thankfully the wind and clouds were on our side. Cai made a really good fire for the BBQ and everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W3oVdIDCI/AAAAAAAABg4/A70ONghkq7Q/s1600-h/IMG_3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W3oVdIDCI/AAAAAAAABg4/A70ONghkq7Q/s400/IMG_3404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167238051059469346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our grocery:) We were really having a great time shopping at the supermarket.It felt special and heartwarming walking down the aisles and picking out food:) We'd do that more often in future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W20FdIDAI/AAAAAAAABgo/z3pAS5cIi5w/s1600-h/IMG_3405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W20FdIDAI/AAAAAAAABgo/z3pAS5cIi5w/s400/IMG_3405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237153411304450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me washing the chicken at the sink.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W27VdIDBI/AAAAAAAABgw/w7V5wTcLkGc/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W27VdIDBI/AAAAAAAABgw/w7V5wTcLkGc/s400/IMG_3410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237277965356050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cai digging through the charcoal bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W2m1dIC_I/AAAAAAAABgg/sZlN8vXijXc/s1600-h/IMG_3413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W2m1dIC_I/AAAAAAAABgg/sZlN8vXijXc/s400/IMG_3413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236925778037746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W2X1dIC-I/AAAAAAAABgY/TVgFwHkeKD4/s1600-h/IMG_3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W2X1dIC-I/AAAAAAAABgY/TVgFwHkeKD4/s400/IMG_3417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236668079999970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W2MVdIC9I/AAAAAAAABgQ/s6nuANktK10/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W2MVdIC9I/AAAAAAAABgQ/s6nuANktK10/s400/IMG_3426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236470511504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was battling with a sore right eye that must have been affected by the soot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1_ldIC8I/AAAAAAAABgI/n17SMJdvzvs/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1_ldIC8I/AAAAAAAABgI/n17SMJdvzvs/s400/IMG_3429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236251468172226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1xldIC7I/AAAAAAAABgA/emFmxzLuYHk/s1600-h/IMG_3431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1xldIC7I/AAAAAAAABgA/emFmxzLuYHk/s400/IMG_3431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236010950003634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Flames of passion!' (Cai, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1jFdIC6I/AAAAAAAABf4/E9udZbW2PAc/s1600-h/IMG_3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1jFdIC6I/AAAAAAAABf4/E9udZbW2PAc/s400/IMG_3435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235761841900450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yummy yummy food! Actually by this shot most of the food were finished. We were busy savouring the food that we forgot to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1XldIC5I/AAAAAAAABfw/va-aqZggMW4/s1600-h/IMG_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W1XldIC5I/AAAAAAAABfw/va-aqZggMW4/s400/IMG_3438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235564273404818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food began to cook, it was sun set and the evening was absolutely beautiful. We sat under the big umbrella talking and eating the grilled food, enjoying the quietness and the fact that there were nobody around at all. It was simply romantic!We have made it a point never to be going out to celebrate V day if we can. We'll have to think of creative ways to celebrate it in the most down to earth fashion ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Cai likes the food I marinated.I discovered that I really enjoy cooking and marinating.At least a lot more than baking. I've never really liked baking and I probably only bake like 1-2 other times before yesterday. Cai and I decided that for this year's V Day, we would not be buying gifts for each other, but I couldn't help myself!I wanted to do something extraordinary, and baking was something extraordinary for me. I bravely took on the task of baking orange cookies. It was an ordeal, I tell you. Baking is tough. Baking for the first time with not much experience is very very tough .I'm thankful that after 2 failed trays due to the wrong temperature from the microwave oven, Mum came in to help me out. She was very nice about the baking experience. She didn't chide me for using her kitchen, and she even encouraged me when  I claimed that I had no talent in baking and my baking sucks. I was very touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess the orange cookies turned out fine eventually and I packed them nicely into a box. Cai likes it and I'm really glad he did. I will probably not bake again...at least not for a very long time. I made him a card too! And I feel really happy just doing DIY stuff for him, even though it was at the expense of thesis preparation and my much-needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's V Day is extra extra special because it marked the day of a renewed love and commitment. We went through a long night, and we both woke up puffy-eyed at the end of the day, but nonetheless joyful and elated. I daresay we both realised that we can't do without each other and that our love was strengthened ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess sometimes it's worth the pain when we both come out ever so crazily in love with each other.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-6976686856220999822?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R7W35FdIDDI/AAAAAAAABhA/b4MtyCCetqI/s72-c/IMG_3402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-5009736197271740593</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T00:29:56.552+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>With the influx of work at my feet,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a zombie walking thru the corridor of arts/biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buaaagh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-5009736197271740593?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-influx-of-work-at-my-feet-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-6424437549764685818</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-11T21:13:51.183+08:00</atom:updated><title>If u're in my project group</title><description>If you're in my project group, and you skive,&lt;br /&gt;you're going to die.&lt;br /&gt;Being a leader I try to make sure that everyone of us have an area to work on and nobody's skiving or doing too much work. So if you spoil my soup, you're going to get very sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-6424437549764685818?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-ure-in-my-project-group.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-6019722715595154778</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 10:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-11T19:10:00.350+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>faith</category><title></title><description>I was irritated, yesterday in church, with how a pastor was speaking on the topic of what Christianity is about. Usually I dont exactly take to his sermons because I know that he might sound convincing, but his arguments are full of flaws and fallacies. He likes to rouse the crowd alot too .Given that yesterday was a 9 am early service, I guess the crowd was pretty 'duh' and not ready to shout 'Amen!' or I dont know what else he expects.By the way, the church I'm attending is a conservative church and unless there's a need to, u dont expect the charismatic kind of 'praise the Lord!' or 'Amen!' or holy laughter or holy cries usually. But when this pastor speaks, one or two echo Amen when he manage to strike a chord or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was irritated with him because he was evidently unhappy and irritated, and might I use the very apt hokkien word , 'tu-lan', with the congregation because they seem tired and unenthusiastic. He thinks that the congregation aren't convicted by the sermon and towards the end of it all, he started saying things that goes along the lines of 'I  dont think you bunch of people here are touched by God's Word or are Christians'. He started saying how that Singaporeans are too comfortable in their lives to be receptive to the Word of God and it's the poor people who would be so enthusiastic and they would outwardly show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling indignant about his reaction and I wanted to stand up and fight back. Given that I was sniffing away with my cold, I was really really irritated and somebody has to stop him from making such accusations of the congregation . At the end of it all, he said that our congregation needs a trial and needs to have Go dto break us down and he's going to pray for a trial in our lives. It's really like a curse, coated with 'Dear God' and 'Amen' and I thought that  is really unbecoming of a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing he doesn't speak every week. If not I'd write him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if Christians believe in the transforming work of God and that they are mere instruments, I feel that they should all the more understand that it's not their message or evangelism that truly convicts the hearts and minds. It's ultimately God himself. So that's why I thought that was very uncalled for on his part. Also the part of many Christians. One of the logical inconsistency I find in this faith .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be also mindful that, faith is something which cannot be CULTIVATED by going to Church and reading the Bible and hearing others preach to you. You'd be thankful people do not stand up and berate you for encrouching on their liberty. Faith is really something that you have, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, in the context of having my blog address widely publicised all over the social networks via friendster, facebook and msn, I know there will be a lot of people reading this blog of mine .I'm sure many of those are from my past and they'd probably go 'whoa look how she has fallen!' (hence my blog title), or 'God bless her soul!'. But I figured that as hard as it is to be standing up for what you truly believe in, I find it necessary to stand up for myself. I believe I have many reasons why I'm in the state that I'm in and I'm justified in my reasoning and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly like I've mentioned countless times, I have alot of questions and things that I can't figure out with Christianity, and I believe that these things are not unfounded. There have been many people who have been really concerned for my spiritual growth ,and I've allowed them to be concerned because I know they are not the judgmental, condescending ,holier-than-thou and very gossipy people that I used to know. They have written me pages of letters, two from overseas :), and one from my dear ol cousin, and emails and I know there are those who have been incessantly praying for me. Although I'm still not totally convinced by what they say or do, I know that they did it out of love and I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome any of you who want to speak to me or ask me about my misgivings about Christianity. I also take this opportunity to say that I have not and am not denouncing it but I'm in a state where I have so many issues that I cannot sort out and I think it's a personal thing between me and God, if he's real and he chooses to help me out down here.  Bear in mind that I came from a church that is big on theology and I believe I've known enough to engage in a debate, and I've , on my own,  read up quite a bit on history of Bible and Church, do not try to fool me . Make sure you come with good arguments because if there's anything I disrespect most, it's logical inconsistencies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-6019722715595154778?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-irritated-yesterday-in-church.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-1608772044826842861</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-10T22:39:32.950+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><title>The W Question</title><description>The Why question subject seem to be recurring throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;This evening Cai and I were talking about my frequent 'why' questioning, that may come across as being judgmental.But I can't help myself because asking why seem to be like the most natural  thing to ask about anything and it started when I was young. Did I ever mention that my mum said I would ask 'why' for everything that I see and she would have to keep thinking of answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's cos I 've never seen the world as 'just happening as it is' and there must be a motivating factor for anything , consciously or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured it might run in the family because during  a family gathering while I was talking to two of my uncles over dinner, they mentioned that their children have problems in school because they always ask the teachers 'why' about this and that and the teacher called to meet  up with the parents to talk to them about it. My uncle mentioned that the 'why' part put him at his wit's end because my very intelligent cousin also questions about everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It runs in the family! haha..Hooray for more thinking people! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-1608772044826842861?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/w-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-5234774098431150154</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 12:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-09T23:17:45.182+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><title></title><description>They had The Notebook on TV tonight and I got to see Ryan Gosling once again . Considering that I'm extremely extremely bad with names, to remember his is something.&lt;br /&gt;I caught The Notebook at the cinema years ago when I used to dig romantic comedy, and till now I've never really forgotten it. Not because Nicholas Sparks did a good job  in his book (I thought A Walk To Remember was much much better) but the director did a fantastic job  choosing Ryan Gosling to play the cute country boy in the Timberland outfit *swoons* ,with the row-boat, passionate-kiss-in-the-rain and silhouette-of-rachel-mcadams-nipples scene in South Carolina. Ah Carolina has such beautiful rivers. I want to go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the best thing to say in a marriage proposal can come from the following scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah:    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the sweetest thing to say. It's realistically sweet. Everyone knows it's never going to be a bed of roses in a marriage, but it's about sticking out for each other, for the whole relationship. I thought of the times I'm so easily besetted by the recurring problems that Cai and I had and the times which I thought, 'fuck it, how am I going to go through this my whole life?'&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; would always always tell me that he would never let me go, that we could work things out together no matter what, and that he's willing to put in his hundred and ten percent for us. And whenever he says that I get strengthened by his will, by his faith in us, and I know I am with the guy of my dreams right now. Of course it's easy to say sweetnothings when the crunch isn't in your face, but we've been through the tough times and we've been through alot. I know he has never left me. Never at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway The Notebook has a very matrix-like narrative structure. Basically it starts off with an old man who 'befriends' an old lady at a nursing home, and begins to tell her of a story from the notebook, which is THE notebook. This lady has dementia. Truth is, the old man is noah, and the lady is ally and noah was trying to tell their story to her so that she could recover from dementia and remember their past. Everyone was trying to dissuade him from doing that because dementia is a irreversible disease, but he did not give up. He sent himself to the same nursing home and told her their story in the hope that she would remember something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was of course a good one and they passed away together when she finally remembered. Which was a miracle. But you've got to catch this show for yourself if you haven't.Especially when it's V Day!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look guys, that's my sweetheart in there, and I'm never gonna leave her. This is my home. Your mother is my home.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Noah to his kids, when they persuaded him to stop visiting their mum,Ally in the old folk's home because she had dementia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest kind of love scene is not one which has hot passionate kiss or sex, but one that shows two greying folks walking hand in hand towards the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R62XvldIC4I/AAAAAAAABfo/-70uL3Ojpzs/s1600-h/gosling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R62XvldIC4I/AAAAAAAABfo/-70uL3Ojpzs/s400/gosling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164951191427746690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup and this is me in one of my bimbo moments :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-5234774098431150154?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-had-notebook-on-tv-tonight-and-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pbVLuCV8Q/R62XvldIC4I/AAAAAAAABfo/-70uL3Ojpzs/s72-c/gosling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-4222379554220212705</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-09T18:35:30.536+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'm so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;But it's better to bored at home than any where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-4222379554220212705?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-fucking-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-1916780532167358190</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-09T18:35:49.325+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>With the dawn of a new morning,&lt;br /&gt;everything should start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of the yester-night&lt;br /&gt;shall turn to dews of the morning-light&lt;br /&gt;that scatters the sunny ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we, without hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-1916780532167358190?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-dawning-of-new-morning-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-8587443339909785247</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T22:57:13.413+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'm a failure... at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-8587443339909785247?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-failure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-1801889959219218197</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T23:00:39.134+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Musings</category><title>Festive season. and me.</title><description>It's the end of the first day of CNY and I'm dead beat. Or rather, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead meat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It started right in the morning at 9 45 am and I came home only at 9 45 pm so it was non stop visitation, house after house, crowds after crowds.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to be home, in  my nice little messy room, where I can retreat into my shell,and be away from people. I think I'm falling sick, what if the headache, slight fever and the slight runny nose. Enough of PRing (or the lack of it) for a day! I need to get a good night rest and be alone in my room and recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured these few days would be full of people-seeing. And I think I have enough of it by the  end of this week .So sorry friends, if I seem antisocial and if I turn you down for meet-ups. I just have enough of all of these for awhile and I totally need to be away from crowds. Can't wait for normacy to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about festivals of the year that I enjoy, and when I think through all of them, I dont really have a favourite holiday, and neither do I actually  like any of these days that much. And then I went on thinking that I have been feeling pretty joyless all these while. I know of people who really get into the Mid Autumn festival mood and all and exchange mooncakes, put up lanterns . I on the other hand ,have never felt that there was much need for this .If there's anything to be happy about these festivals, it's probably because it's a holiday from work/school and I get to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont buy into traditions either, unless I feel and believe in the significance of it all. And meaningless reptititons only make me tired and exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems worthy to be happy about. I seem so soaked up in my studies and work and the mundane, that I seem to have been care-less about the human relations, the simple things in life, and I have forgotten how it is like to be just so happy staring into the ocean. I have forgotten how to smile. I have forgotten to cry tears of joy. I have forgotten how to laugh like a baby. I have forgotten how it is to be so carefree. Tell me, have I renounced all forms of fantasy and succumbed to the  mundanity of the same old same-old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy the simple-minded who knows nothing of the complicated world and the complicated human relations therein . Despite how hard I have tried to be simple, I can't. I can't kid myself no more .I just am not a simple person .And I reckon you need to teach a non-simpleton how to live a life. I indulge in food and drinks so that I may feel the immense pleasure of the moment, which fades so easily away soon after. What , truly stays?Insecurity is such a scary issue, and yet it is so real in my life. Can I rely on my ambitions and what I currently have faith in, to be always around and unchanging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-1801889959219218197?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/festive-season-and-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-7770150652988250984</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-06T00:06:20.686+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cai</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>:(</category><title>Our hearts are entwined</title><description>I went to Wala Wala today to listen to Acoustic Trip and of course it was absolutely therapeutic. Their singing made me feel like I was the only one in the audience and it filled my soul .&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to talk to the bass-ist of the group, Oliver who told me they have been singing for like 10 years and he offered me their CD  ,which I can only get next Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, it does make me feel sad when a loved one doesn't feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you truly loves someone, and this someone is down in the dumps, a million dollar jackpot will never make you feel happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he'll be up and about soon.&lt;br /&gt;It gives an achey in my heart to have him feeling the blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-7770150652988250984?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-hearts-are-entwined.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-3249459109056928821</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-04T22:19:33.681+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random stuff</category><title></title><description>I'm never ever going to marry:&lt;br /&gt;1) A doctor&lt;br /&gt;2) A policitican&lt;br /&gt;3) A pastor&lt;br /&gt;4) A missionary&lt;br /&gt;5) A Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;6) An FnB Personel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's funny that this list was long decided many years back. Hasn't changed since :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-3249459109056928821?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-never-ever-going-to-marry-1-doctor-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388506.post-6889112872323213121</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T19:22:14.740+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bitchings</category><title></title><description>I'm in a big huge horrible mood and it's not helping that my room is so fucked-up messy,&lt;br /&gt;and I have alot of things on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help that I'm so addicted to Acoustic Trip, this three-men band that I'm fallen so in love with, and I can't stop thinking and wanting to go listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came down to Hard Rock Cafe on Friday specially to listen to them and it turned out that they weren't there anymore because they have begun performing at T3 at Chang Airport. They have another HRC there. I was having murderous thoughts of the stupid waitress whom I was talking to on the phone, who told me that Acoustic Trip would be playing their last on Friday at the branch in Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I wasn't very pleased at all and I was highly dissatisfied when I have to put up with a stupid rock band that sings stupid songs and make stupid comments up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the three cool and quiet men who just do their thing on the stage and they were as good as the holy trinity. So united in soul and voice that it was ...perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.I dreamt about them the third time already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388506-6889112872323213121?l=starlala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starlala.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-in-big-huge-horrible-mood-and-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stella)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>