<?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-3254396657645496343</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:15:36.327+08:00</updated><category term='others'/><category term='outings'/><category term='Yoghurt'/><category term='animals'/><category term='photos fun'/><category term='Events'/><category term='studies related'/><category term='bracing'/><category term='food'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>shansq の MEmOrieS oF LiFE</title><subtitle type='html'>Memories are like water, you can feel them, you can picture them in your mind... but you can't hold them, unless they are frozen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2728514500526216311</id><published>2010-10-20T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:32:24.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoghurt'/><title type='text'>Battle of taste: Yoghurt</title><content type='html'>I was intrigued by the appearance of the yogurt as I was walking in Bugis Junction. The JCO yogurt looked delicious and there was a Yami yogurt further down too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take any pictures though. Dom and I tried both at the same time. The prices are similar, with JCO being more generous on the yoghurt. The topping wise, JCO's looks more attractive with the variety spread and size of the cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in terms of yogurt, Yami yogurt taste lighter and more appealing. JCO yogurt is richer in flavor but is much sweeter and gives a sickening feeling with more mouthfuls of yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is the Yoguru to try too. I have tried but so long ago so the taste vaguely remembered. Texture wise, in my impression, Yoguru seems the best, but price wise, Yoguru seems more expensive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I think will do a battle of taste for orange juices. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2728514500526216311?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2728514500526216311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/10/battle-of-taste-yoghurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2728514500526216311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2728514500526216311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/10/battle-of-taste-yoghurt.html' title='Battle of taste: Yoghurt'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5311371724227411753</id><published>2010-09-05T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:49:15.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>BBQ and lessons</title><content type='html'>Last night I organized a BBQ because I am having craving for BBQ food. Things did not turn well at the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;Not to discuss everything on a mass conversation since some will be reading and some will not, it will be better to put as a FB event. I thought that while I mentioned the activity pretty clear but turns out on the day itself, friends were calling my dear to ask what is going on. &gt;.&lt; I in turn smsed, but I guess that was too late, ended up only my dear came to shop with me at J8 for the food. We carried the very heavy food and prepared at his house. This in my plan beforehand was supposed to be more people helping us. I do feel disappointed that the rest took the 2nd option to turn up later at the BBQ, but I accredit that to my poor organizing skills too. I had no prior experience in organizing a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;I should have estimated the servings for the total group, come up with a shopping list (with quantities stated) and derived the budget. I went only with research at BBQ packages which I deemed too expensive and quantity may be insufficient. I have no clue as to how much food big eaters need. The budget over run from 10 per pax to 15 per pax and some amount I absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;Delegation of jobs is necessary. I was thinking if I want the BBQ, I should do everything, but ended up if I had delegated, some costs can be avoided (such as spare paper plates, cups, disposable table top not needed). The drinks was delegated at the last min when dear suggested, everything was really too much to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed that sums up: a bad start. The preparation of food was a bit rush but the worst to come was the transportation of food. We had to stuffed 3 aluminum trays of food into a not-big-enough plastic bag. Thanks to dear for the support. We took cab to ZH's place. The reason we prepare at dear's place was the fact that ZH told me he reassured his parents we will not be bothering them so I think the best is to prepare food elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least everyone turned up, even though a few were really engrossed in their LAN games but they did helped later. My dear provided the biggest help of all - carrying the shopping bags, useful suggestions, helping to prepare the food, doing the BBQ for a large portion of the time... (K) THANK YOU, DEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, my most craved food, the BBQ chicken wings turned out not very nice, I prefer the bacon enoki and prawns. The prawns were expensive but the size I guess worth the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake which I initially bought had smudge the top when I put it in my bag. I had to change another cake (turns out nice as well). The initial pink cake also very good, despite having marshmellow which I thought will be not so nice, the cake tasted like ice cream cake ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to conclude, thank you everybody for the support. I may not organize BBQ again because is really troublesome (much faster and simpler to go seoul garden), but the BBQ ended well and enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5311371724227411753?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5311371724227411753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbq-and-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5311371724227411753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5311371724227411753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbq-and-lessons.html' title='BBQ and lessons'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5774504074325698960</id><published>2010-01-06T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:45:41.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>38 mins past the time you promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeT4E1yHjTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/eeT4E1yHjTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/UKDVUUfGXzU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/UKDVUUfGXzU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;A song which you sent me the lyrics long ago, during a time when we were both upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5774504074325698960?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5774504074325698960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/38-mins-past-time-you-promised.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5774504074325698960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5774504074325698960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/38-mins-past-time-you-promised.html' title='38 mins past the time you promised'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6275972057967424966</id><published>2010-01-03T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:34:50.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Current feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iPDt2J2vDQ&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/4iPDt2J2vDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paragraph of the song said it all. How to get used to life of a single when I have been attached for so long? Though was not like we broke up or what, the mere thought of us being so far apart in time and space generated all these emotions and thoughts described in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have really been through so many happy and sad moments. Many a time, without me having speak what is on my mind, you would have know what I was thinking - that was really a close bond we shared after about 6yrs 9mths of hard work. The video (not done by me) has the lyrics meanings translated in English, so hope you will enjoy watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6275972057967424966?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6275972057967424966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/current-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6275972057967424966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6275972057967424966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/current-feelings.html' title='Current feelings'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5442016147516971428</id><published>2010-01-02T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:38:47.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Days without Dom</title><content type='html'>The day that immediately followed after Dom's departure wasn't well. I used to think I was strong enough to let him go pursue his dreams. After all, the main role of the other half should be to provide support and love to push you to achieve and to cushion your falls. Yet I feel that I failed in that. On the surface, I tried so hard to want him go enjoy his trip, his experience of a lifetime. Deep inside, I was upset about his trip with another girl only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I suffered depression. The second day was better after Dom tried so hard to find a cybercafe to explain the situation over his side. The third day which is today, I broke down again just from a mere photo of him being so close to the other gal, which he claimed they were not close.&lt;br /&gt;I was upset from the fact that that photo showed nothing except their faces seemingly sticking to each other. I was upset that this was often our most intimate shot together, and he did the same with another girl. That felt like our pictures were not special anymore. I sensed no difference, but Dom told me the difference was that he loved me, but he do not love the girl. Should I be happier after hearing that? When you do not love her, yet still can do such an intimate shot, be it the girl using her camera to take the picture, you allowed her to do so as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was later taken down, but the damage was done. The heartache was there. The argument he defended himself was I was physically close but not mentally close to her. Sigh~ I felt like I was tearing myself apart, with two personalities fighting inside me - one telling me just open one eye, close one eye, let him do what he felt right, the other one was like my boyfriend wasn't even considering my feelings when the photo was taken. His friend defended that he felt obliged to the girl to take that photo when she was his traveling mate, but really what obligations does my boyfriend owe her? I know I was easily jealous and still is, but I tried to control my negative feelings by distancing myself. I don't wish to add additional stress or pressure to your already stressed period overseas, what should I do? The time zone difference also meant that while I can be still upset, it was time for you to sleep. While I upset till I cannot sleep, you will be busy till cannot entertain me at all. Sigh~ so much for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and moving on, I played badminton with his friends in the late afternoon. The court beside my house was too windy and so we moved to another court. At first it was the glaring Sun made it difficult to spot the shuttlecock. After when we played for a while, one racket's strings torn and Jon put on the cover and continued playing despite strong air resistance. Some time later, a group of kids asked to join in the game. I have only 4 rackets (2 good ones and 2 lousier ones, incl the chui one), Dom's friends came so far just to play badminton so was not very nice to ask them let the kids play. The kids asked like three to four times whether they can join in to play. I was hesitating because of previous experience (table tennis session same thing happened and not very pleasant), and because of the mindset that one must learn to share and that it was better to brighten someone's day than to spoil it. I gave up the good racket I am holding, thus the kid joined in. They were even passing my racket around, pushing who should go first when the friends were waiting for them to continue the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kids do not really know how to play but yet they tried their best to enjoy the game. Dom's friends also went very easy with them, kind of defeat our purpose of exercising but then, they are just kids, so we should be good examples to teach them to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game continued for a very long time, we were taking more turns to rotate than the kids. One simply played very long and the rest watched on. Even when someone hurried the kid to go off for some activity, the kid refused to leave the game. Eventually after a lot of persuasion then that kid passed on my racket to the next kid. The vicious cycle continued. Eventually, the kids made us passed three rackets to them. The only friend in there playing was not even getting much shots since they were like playing among themselves. All their moves were not very correct and when I tried to correct them, they just said "forget" and preservered their stubborn  ways. One even tried to teach me, I was like "he is just a kid". For one thing, I never tried hitting many times despite the fact that I can reach the shuttle cock was because he was in the way and I was scared of hitting him. He blocked me from hitting and keep missing too, quite frustrating. I guessed my limit was reached when I told them a number of times not to scratch the racket on the floor and they still do, saying that was how they treated their own rackets. They were holding the good rackets (both of them). They despised the lousier ones and did not know how to treasure other people's items. What can I say? Kids... can I have the rackets back? My friends wanted to play too. One was like so relieved "Ah I was feeling very tired." I was thinking then why did you not give up your racket? The other was like "Why I have to give up kind?", giving me that very reluctant look. We ended the game then and returned to my house to play Uno stacko. :D Much happier I supposed. Haha, Zong keep crashing the tower of blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the marketplace after I checked if my Dear dear Dom went online. He was still sleeping, so we left for dinner. A day just went by, one less day to seeing Dom again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5442016147516971428?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5442016147516971428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/days-without-dom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5442016147516971428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5442016147516971428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/days-without-dom.html' title='Days without Dom'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6681569227039633693</id><published>2010-01-01T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:41:41.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Before Dom left for United States (Promises)</title><content type='html'>This is another backlog. After Dom left, I think I have been quite hardworking on my blog. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entry about the things we did before he left, promise to cook for me finally fulfilled after like 5yrs of waiting and my anticipated trip to Changi Boardwalk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1bQ107tsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ajkFi9oQ7lo/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1bQ107tsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ajkFi9oQ7lo/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589871309076162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1bQYfbsCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CTSvQ4ErIc4/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1bQYfbsCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CTSvQ4ErIc4/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589863434268706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dom Dom in my house kitchen, cooking potato patties and lemongrass chicken shrimp (from &lt;a href="http://joannepeh.com/2009/08/22/%EF%BC%88%E4%B8%83%E6%AD%A5%E6%88%90%E9%A3%9F%EF%BC%89easy-cooking-my-recipes/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) without lemongrass and with shrimp being replaced by big prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total damage of the 2 dishes came up to $45.20!!. The prawns taking a huge portion of the cost, being that Dom cannot find cooked shrimps ($7.95) so he bought a box of frozen big prawns ($28.90). Oh well, in any case, we just used a portion of the prawns. He cannot find lemongrass, neither do I know where to get it, so we skipped that ingredient. Oh, Dom also replaced big onions with small onions with the fact he don't like onions at all so the smaller the better. He never buy any spring onions because he don't like that as well. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1g0Z7-a_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9c009NeECRo/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1g0Z7-a_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9c009NeECRo/s200/IMG_1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421595979855850482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1g03_9kDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f56Y5Lo1S0s/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1g03_9kDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f56Y5Lo1S0s/s200/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421595987925635122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The taste was quite nice, and smelled yummy. A very good start for someone who cooked for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job, Dear dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changi Boardwalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with our plan, we saw the map and I was quite greedy, wanting to explore the whole of the Boardwalk. There were 2 routes, both also very long. Dom estimated the time for the whole walk will probably be 2 hrs for each route. I estimated our bus journey via no.2 will be 2 hrs as well. Ended up we overestimated the time for the entire trip. We will reached there, according to plan, at about 1pm, to have lunch at Changi village. We should set off our first route at about 2pm (the route around the buildings) and finished at about 4pm, to take a short break (1/2hr) and by the time we set off on the 2nd route (along the coast) should be late afternoon to evening hence should be very cooling and filled with nice scenery of sunset. Upon finishing, we shall have dinner at Changi village again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overestimated bus trip let us reach at 12pm instead of 1pm. Our lunch ended at about 1pm.  The first part of the journey ended at 1:47pm. Even taking a short break, we were very well ahead of schedule. Before 2pm we embarked on the 2nd route. We finished at about 3pm. How to eat dinner at that time? We just have some snack and moved on to go Suntec city, stopping by National Library for my toilet break and Bras Basah Complex to check out some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623111077168%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623111077168%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157623111077168&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623111077168%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623111077168%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157623111077168&amp;amp;jump_to=" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6681569227039633693?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6681569227039633693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-dom-left-for-united-states.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6681569227039633693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6681569227039633693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-dom-left-for-united-states.html' title='Before Dom left for United States (Promises)'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz1bQ107tsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ajkFi9oQ7lo/s72-c/IMG_1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-8197544266936843551</id><published>2009-12-31T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:44:11.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Riders Lodge Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz5CRxxNYyI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xUgZezW7Tc8/s1600-h/09082009092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz5CRxxNYyI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xUgZezW7Tc8/s200/09082009092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843874585600802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last day of our Malaysia Trip, I mean, Kulai trip. The itenary was so simple but oh well, we had to eat breakfast at the resort (or hotel) instead of some coffee shops elsewhere. In any case we have booked a taxi with the resort (or hotel) to go IOI mall for some shopping :D. After that, following Mosmos's instructions, there will be a bus stop near the Kulai Hospital to return to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzyX0gU2fCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UDwOxKjrxWk/s1600-h/IMG_1272c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzyX0gU2fCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UDwOxKjrxWk/s320/IMG_1272c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421374979733617698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Kitten in front of IOI mall captured my attention. IOI mall basically has a number of clothes shops that sell quite attractive clothes, but the clothes cannot fit me :(. The Malaysian ladies are so skinny, plus I put on a lot of weight during my trip. Ah, I bought some souvenirs here for my friends. We have pizza hut as lunch, quite worth it due to the currency exchange. There was Paparoti I think or was it Rotiboy? It has evolved to selling shakes as well. Aww~ but what a pity I am carrying big bags small bags and was feeling super full then. Thus cannot takeaway nor eat the buns and drink the milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished at about noon or one, around there. There were a few taxis outside, but the taxi drivers don't look very friendly so we shall stick to the taking bus plan. First of all have to find the Kulai hospital. In my impression, a hospital will have the red cross sign so should not be so hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly wrong. The building did not resemble a hospital. Luckily Dom have GPS (GPS right? Not GPRS hor) that helps to identify that building as a hospital. We have to walk on to see if there was any bus stops. Reaching there, there was like 2 bus stops in opposite directions. I have no idea which direction to take so I asked the locals. The school boy boy also have no idea which bus go to Singapore but he said should be opposite direction. We waited for the traffic lights and during then Dom said "Why not jay walk?" Oh well, in Malaysia, I kinda heard that the traffic lights are mere guidelines, and after I said that, even during red light, a car just sped through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop, I had to enquire with the mama shop auntie. She cannot really speak English well, so we used a bit of sign language. Dom asked how many bus and she replied "Satu". Amazing, one communicated English, one replied Malay still can make sense. Dom have no idea what is satu. Luckily, NPCC last time trained me some malay words. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzycgfOc4II/AAAAAAAAAd4/2aY8pZgHOvM/s1600-h/10082009104c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzycgfOc4II/AAAAAAAAAd4/2aY8pZgHOvM/s200/10082009104c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421380133399093378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzycgO4KLxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5JMSPGg-8c0/s1600-h/10082009103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzycgO4KLxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5JMSPGg-8c0/s200/10082009103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421380129010626322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the bus stop waiting for bus pictures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来 There is no direct bus to Singapore. We need to take to Larkin then there will be bus to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, on the road to Larkin, I have no idea where to drop, forgotten it should be a terminal (hence the end station). Using Dom's GPS again, made us kan cheong for nothing. It was me who have no idea how it works, thus when it reached 0m left and the bus continuing moving I panicked. The 0m was actually the end of a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on the bus to Singapore, I felt so relieved. Yet that was not the end. We had to alight at the Malaysian Customs and was such a long queue. Ok, long queues. We managed to cut our queues in half when a new station opened. While waiting for our turn, I heard someone shouted new station and wanted to follow but Dom pulled me back. The crowd formed a new queue which dispersed after someone said false alarm. Haha, lucky we never change. This process repeated itself for 3 times? When I finally reached the counter, the Customs Officer was like rolling his eyes at the then again happening pattern and laughing at the false alarm. It was after I cleared, that a new station truly opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was a series of queuing for bus, boarding bus, alighting and more queueing. Finally reached my home at about 8 plus pm. Truly exhausted, poor Dom still have to make his way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-8197544266936843551?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/8197544266936843551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8197544266936843551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8197544266936843551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-5.html' title='Riders Lodge Part 5'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz5CRxxNYyI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xUgZezW7Tc8/s72-c/09082009092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5832030420852603208</id><published>2009-12-31T12:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:13:00.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riders Lodge Part 4</title><content type='html'>Continuing from where I left off, should be 2nd day night. Since after the last session of horse ride we lazed in the room, bathing and watching television. Maybe we did slept a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws1v3ZnpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/t2-FXJON4ls/s1600-h/08082009087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws1v3ZnpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/t2-FXJON4ls/s200/08082009087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257353340755602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws2MzIExI/AAAAAAAAAbw/m1rygAh5TJM/s1600-h/08082009088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws2MzIExI/AAAAAAAAAbw/m1rygAh5TJM/s200/08082009088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257361107456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures of our dinner then. The soup with my drink and Dom's drink, followed by the main course and the desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so pampered. Then again, coming here was really like eat and sleep. The horse riding sessions were short and not as fat-burning as I had expected. I guessed I put on more weight here than losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws2toWhYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lPLBhpSDgOo/s1600-h/08082009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws2toWhYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lPLBhpSDgOo/s200/08082009089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257369920636290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws21yBNvI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4IO52NN5bnM/s1600-h/08082009090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws21yBNvI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4IO52NN5bnM/s200/08082009090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257372108666610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws3VJB66I/AAAAAAAAAcI/AHNvWo1QPeU/s1600-h/08082009091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws3VJB66I/AAAAAAAAAcI/AHNvWo1QPeU/s200/08082009091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257380526680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was quite relaxing, no more horse-riding sessions so also need some activities to pass time. Dom decided we should go play pool. This should be the first time I am playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623105520044%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623105520044%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157623105520044&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623105520044%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157623105520044%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157623105520044&amp;amp;jump_to=" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we had our lunch for 3rd day as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw43yIeDgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xNY5bntaDuo/s1600-h/09082009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw43yIeDgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xNY5bntaDuo/s200/09082009096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270582448492034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw43L69NmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gAO06HIYyPE/s1600-h/09082009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw43L69NmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gAO06HIYyPE/s200/09082009094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270572191266402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw42s9wX8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NsIylgE3eUk/s1600-h/09082009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw42s9wX8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NsIylgE3eUk/s200/09082009093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270563881508802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw43hnZZdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7DOipyPGQ5g/s1600-h/09082009095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw43hnZZdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7DOipyPGQ5g/s200/09082009095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270578014807506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that we went back to the room to slack off again, nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested we try walking to that temple which we saw on our way in. That was like approx 5km away.&lt;br /&gt;Seems quite okay to walk such a distance since it was still early and that we walked 10km before (in Singapore). Never did I expect the weather to be so scorching despite my sunblock and the road to be so unfriendly. The initial road was still okay, there about 3km there will be a turn to the main road and there were so many lorries and cars, no path for pedestrians at all. Beside the road was a slope all the way into the wildness. Reaching upon the turn, we decided to head back since not very feasible to walk on such a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures taken along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw7oUTL2UI/AAAAAAAAAdY/98O2ZKM4aCM/s1600-h/09082009098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw7oUTL2UI/AAAAAAAAAdY/98O2ZKM4aCM/s320/09082009098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421273615277218114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw7nxczpVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vTToK5TA1HA/s1600-h/09082009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw7nxczpVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vTToK5TA1HA/s320/09082009097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421273605922334034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about late afternoon when we returned. Took a quick shower and watched television, resting a while too before we went out to take dinner. It was National Day (Singapore) Special. They arranged a BBQ buffet. The picture is a bit small. They had staffs to do the BBQ and we just take what we want. The staffs also used banana leaves to disperse the flies. Quite cute la the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw-Aly8UWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/z4F16riO1kE/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szw-Aly8UWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/z4F16riO1kE/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421276231313936738" 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/3254396657645496343-5832030420852603208?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5832030420852603208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5832030420852603208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5832030420852603208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-4.html' title='Riders Lodge Part 4'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szws1v3ZnpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/t2-FXJON4ls/s72-c/08082009087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4665260068057625878</id><published>2009-12-31T07:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:08:53.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>After clearing some backlog of blog entries, now coming back to present. My life seems so empty now that Dear dear went on a trip of 4 mths with another girl. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed with another girl kind of puts a sting in my heart, but the main thing is that I missed him badly ba. How to sleep peacefully when each time I sleep I dream of him missing me only to wake up and realised it was all a dream lei? It seems almost a century long since we last communicated. It isn't that much of a worry since I received sms from him when he safely reached Doha and New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems and feels like a void in our relationship -  a 4-months void in a 7-going-to-be-8-years of relationship. Faith in you doesn't cure me of my heartache when I missed you each time and you weren't there. Maybe this is just the start of our separation, my thoughts are just running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when each time I want to spend more time with you, that girl simply interrupted. How it feels when each time I talking to you halfway and you were pulled away by her mother to do something else or to say something else. Those are simply frustrating moments that made me regret why did I even come and send you off. When you told your friends I was contradicting myself - wanting you to go and not wanting you to go as well, how true. I want you to go because I know you have been working so hard and looking forward to an experience of school life in another culture, another country. You are really joyful when they approved your visa despite the mistake in it, that you need not defer your flight and waste your hotel fees too. I don't want you to go because I know I will miss you badly, but that is selfish isn't it? To cling on to you, knowing that you will have a regret in your life not to be able to do this thing which you so wanted to do. I don't want you to go, wishing we will have more time together. There are so many things which we have yet to do, so many places we have yet to go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we will have a nice farewell before you go into the departure hall. I thought you will have words to tell me just before you leave. Ended up you were hurried into the departure hall by that girl and her mother and I only have enough time to stuff another sweet into your mouth. :( By the way when you go in, you never even look back at me, just looking at the other girl. How much you just want to go America is apparent. There wasn't even a moment of hesitation. You can say I was childish, jealous, overpossessive. What I want to do back then, to erase them both away, whether using liquid paper or eraser or even gimp, to use Sankon Tessou (Inuyasha) to rip them to shreds so that at least we can have quiet moments of our own. Then again, if the girl is absent, you'd be travelling on your own. That would be lonely. I don't wish to be like Sosuke  (Last Friends) to go and beat up other people just because I am simply jealous. I stood away from you all when you were checking in your luggage. The girl, her mother and her friends were simply crowding around you. I was clearly upset that you never even notice my absence around but you also never realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What for pull me closer to you? When I just stood there like a vase, no space for me to talk to you or anything. I was simply hoping you'd faster settle and leave them far away. Never did I realised your Visa had problems. I felt your fear that you cannot board the plane as you wished but I cannot fear any sadness in you of leaving me behind. You bought webcams so that we can stay connected, but until now there was no sign of you. It should be night time there. Am I forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kAE2z88jIrc&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/kAE2z88jIrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4665260068057625878?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4665260068057625878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/depressed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4665260068057625878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4665260068057625878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1014097892087335486</id><published>2009-12-30T19:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:05:51.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Riders Lodge Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDitXOqgI/AAAAAAAAAag/UDVg4-MBLnM/s1600-h/08082009073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDitXOqgI/AAAAAAAAAag/UDVg4-MBLnM/s320/08082009073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421000840042162690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDiOu9L6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/KFdz-jS1rdY/s1600-h/08082009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDiOu9L6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/KFdz-jS1rdY/s320/08082009072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421000831820181410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDhlHUnwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UZaM-p-rMAU/s1600-h/08082009071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDhlHUnwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UZaM-p-rMAU/s320/08082009071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421000820648091394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast on the second day looked good. As what Dom had predicted, ah, it was my favourite BOH tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely Dom had no trouble eating so much eggs. I never expect so much drinks. Dom was like telling the waiter orange juice and the waiter replied that the orange juice was fixed item, just have to choose between tea and coffee. I chose tea and I realised I had to finish one whole pot of tea. &gt;.&lt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztHJRev8LI/AAAAAAAAAao/7i4eW2rZYEk/s1600-h/08082009074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztHJRev8LI/AAAAAAAAAao/7i4eW2rZYEk/s320/08082009074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004801107292338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt super lazy and getting fatter each day so we went out to have a short walk nearby. Behind me was the golf course. The lessons will only start at about eleven. Thus we slowly walked back and this time I brought the camera to take pictures. The horses were really huge and quite scary to stand behind it lest it kick suddenly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztHJ84jD7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/bhKe9QlFEt0/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztHJ84jD7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/bhKe9QlFEt0/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004812758224818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there were limited sessions for beginners and in order to reduce our costs, Dom and I were to ride at the same sessions throughout so taking pictures had to trouble the trainers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This white horse that I was riding was a different white horse, much more obedient. Although the walking speed is very slow, so much that I lagged behind the rest again. I guessed I have not grasp the technique of horse riding yet. After the session, we went to take some pictures with the horses. I was really afraid to stand beside their head initially, scared of getting nipped. What ended up was this brown horse next to me actually licked a place he not supposed to - hamsup horse &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztvNHgVVGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TIUyRr9Ak8Q/s1600-h/08082009083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="500"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157622976275501%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157622976275501%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157622976275501&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157622976275501%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F46030908%40N07%2Fsets%2F72157622976275501%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157622976275501&amp;amp;jump_to=" height="375" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztvNHgVVGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TIUyRr9Ak8Q/s200/08082009083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421048847614170210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztxlgSsWcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iieTlLMBP9g/s1600-h/08082009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztxlgSsWcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iieTlLMBP9g/s200/08082009085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421051465607961026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz45BlXVvHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/SDv4kKoesYE/s1600-h/08082009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Sz45BlXVvHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/SDv4kKoesYE/s200/08082009084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833700773313650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztvM9iT-bI/AAAAAAAAAbA/v5d53wvLbUw/s1600-h/08082009082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztvM9iT-bI/AAAAAAAAAbA/v5d53wvLbUw/s200/08082009082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421048844938115506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztvMZ1eZTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XLBRKwa1DSQ/s1600-h/08082009081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztvMZ1eZTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XLBRKwa1DSQ/s200/08082009081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421048835354813746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch with salad was to be finished in a rush, so as to rest a short while before our last session of horse riding begins. As I were thinking since the first two sessions I have gotten white horses, I can give up hope of getting a nice brown one, thus I decided no point in bringing my camera. Alas, my last session was the nicest session with a huge BROWN horse with a faster gait. Guess the trainers there got sick of waiting for me so better choose a faster one for me. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1014097892087335486?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1014097892087335486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1014097892087335486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1014097892087335486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-3.html' title='Riders Lodge Part 3'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SztDitXOqgI/AAAAAAAAAag/UDVg4-MBLnM/s72-c/08082009073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6758158813010655389</id><published>2009-12-30T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:43:07.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Riders Lodge Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzsxkfJKFhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1vAsRGfkrZ8/s1600-h/07082009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzsxkfJKFhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1vAsRGfkrZ8/s320/07082009068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420981079375484434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szsxk9fq7JI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5tRE4ueobZI/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szsxk9fq7JI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5tRE4ueobZI/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420981087522974866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reached Riders Lodge after about half an hour ride on the taxi. The place is situated like out of nowhere kind.&lt;br /&gt;Being tired carrying so much stuff around, our check in was smooth and we had welcome drinks - fruit punches. The bed was huge and nice. The only thing which I wasn't used to was the flies. They are almost everywhere, okay, except in the bedroom. At least that was the situation on the first day. We rested for a while since we will be having one (horse-riding) session in the evening on the first day and two sessions tightly packed together on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzsxlHsXzNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gHWLmFZfbTc/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzsxlHsXzNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gHWLmFZfbTc/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420981090260602066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really excited to have close encounters with the horses, I hurried Dom to go with me to the stables to beo and touch the horses. Dom was like "Wait, we can take a nap first then later just go earlier for the session then can take pictures with the horses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ended up we never take pictures then because of the horse riding I need to use both hands and was scared the camera may damage from any falls. Anyway there was plenty of time, so first session no pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was quite exasperating for me because the horse was so unwilling to move, so while seeing the rest move quite smoothly, my ride was having quite a number of hiccups. Towards about the middle of the lesson, the instructor had to ask me to hold a whip next to the horse just to pressurise him to walk. I never really whip the horse or anything. The attitude of the horse did progressed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szs5HXF7-1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YEvwXHKKkP8/s1600-h/IMG_1191e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szs5HXF7-1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YEvwXHKKkP8/s320/IMG_1191e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420989375091309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szs5HzGIYdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CT_hoL6dAPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szs5HzGIYdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CT_hoL6dAPQ/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420989382608314834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the session ended, I felt I am soaked in sweat, but the horse wasn't any better since I was quite heavy.&lt;br /&gt;We bathed and rested a short while then had to go down for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szs5IR1hclI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-9_8WCvZVvo/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Szs5IR1hclI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-9_8WCvZVvo/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420989390860153426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was quite nice, surprisingly very filling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6758158813010655389?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6758158813010655389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6758158813010655389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6758158813010655389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/12/riders-lodge-part-2.html' title='Riders Lodge Part 2'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SzsxkfJKFhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1vAsRGfkrZ8/s72-c/07082009068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5602641853788487232</id><published>2009-08-16T16:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:51:48.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Riders Lodge Part 1</title><content type='html'>This is my first overseas trip with Dom Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off early in the morning, meeting at 6:30am at Tanjong Pagar Mrt Station to go to the train station together. Our train was scheduled to depart at 7:40am. We did not really know what are the procedures for boarding the train so we blindly followed what the rest of the people did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofLo24-4RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DfNRDzQ2kso/s320/IMG_1168c.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofNONxE6ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/N95QgM9ip2k/s320/IMG_1169c.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the economy class, each ticket is 7sgd. The cabin was air-conditioned and the seats were reclined seats. It was comfortable except for the fact that I did not know food can be brought into the train and was feeling hungry when a family whipped out their aromatic breakfast. There were tiny cockroaches here and there too, one was on my seat, luckily Dom Dom alerted me to it. Fortunately that was not big enough to make me scream the whole cabin off :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train trip was relatively smooth, with short queues at the Singapore Customs. The disappointment came when we were at Johor train station. Train was not moving for more than 2 hours. It was supposedly to arrive at Kulai station at 0927h but at that point in time we were still at Johor station. Train started moving at approx. 10am. We arrived in Kulai at 1025h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofPHR3vuII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DH4xC-z8rUQ/s320/07082009067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the map I printed out the day before, we managed to navigate to the Giant Hypermarket nearby. Though it was a supposedly 400m walk, the walk seemed super long and tedious due to the poor conditions of the pavement. There were huge holes due to broken drain covers and one can simply put the whole foot into the holes easily. We were hungry and settled our lunch at Marry Brown Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofS1oSGgBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bwiP_IS3prU/s320/IMG_1178s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofS2FNpAJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EOKju2_dV8k/s320/IMG_1179s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish fillets were hot on the outside, a bit cold and tasted slightly raw on the inside. There was a slight flour taste in it as well, making it not nice if without the tartar sauce. The rest was quite okay. We went into the supermarket to purchase some tidbits to prevent us from being hungry in the hotel should the food being unable to satisfy. Never did I know that that was 多此一举, ended up we carry a huge bag of stuff which we never get to use and had to carry throughout the trip. After exploring the whole shopping mall, we sat down to have teh peng and milo peng which were very nice and thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much time to spend since the taxi which we arranged with the hotel was to arrive at Kulai station at 1:30pm. We walked back to Kulai KTM at 12:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofVzP5fp3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/FvjysEcjTnI/s320/IMG_1180s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sight of a cute Kulai cat before we saw our taxi coming in at 1:05pm. The taxi driver arrived early and was surprised to see us arriving even earlier. We explained that we had been shopping before returning back to the station. We proceeded to board the taxi to Riders Lodge. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5602641853788487232?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5602641853788487232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/08/riders-lodge-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5602641853788487232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5602641853788487232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/08/riders-lodge-part-1.html' title='Riders Lodge Part 1'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SofLo24-4RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DfNRDzQ2kso/s72-c/IMG_1168c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6902594913107785603</id><published>2009-05-22T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:18:25.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>Hmm what to say? What has been going on in my life?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't update for quite some time. I have been working, pak tohing, gaming and erm.. studying here and there. Nothing much has change, except maybe I have put on more weight :p. There hasn't been much of a special outing yet, hence the lack of photos (unless gimped pics are counted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of photos are uploaded to facebook. I know I resented having a facebook account at one point in time, if not because of my boyfriend who tempted me with mafia war game, I'd probably not have started a fb account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/ShbF4U_hupI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KJg-mccFzXA/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/ShbF4U_hupI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KJg-mccFzXA/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338671979792808594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the weather has been scorching. The weed lookalike plant at the bottom was the dying dill plant, or should be 3/4 dead. The lemon plants are happily growing away despite the burning heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, an idea for a movie plot popped into my head. I shall just share for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One robot geek guy has this friend who has never been attached. His friend believed that no girls will fall for him (kinda no confidence in himself), so this robot geek guy decided to create a female model robot for his friend as a "girlfriend" replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geek then sought out a female who is willing to poise nude in order for him to create a lifelike replica for the robot. He got the contact number, took photos of her and started preparing the material for moulding.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot is completed. It has functions similar to that of a normal human, able to walk, talk and do activites like household chores. The geek presented the robot to his friend, telling him at the same time to wash her everyday to prevent the material from getting dirty (i.e., like bathing her). His friend is thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;The robot broke down one day. The guy returned the robot to the geek to fix. The geek told him to return home for time being while he tries to fix the robot. The repair will take quite a long time and hence the geek contacted the girl model to pretend as a robot to keep his friend company for the time being. The girl agreed.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Many funny events happened then. For e.g., the girl was pushed into the toilet and the guy was about to strip her for a wash. The girl was shocked inside her heart but remained emotionless on her face. She told the guy in a robotic voice that the geek has installed new programs in her, giving her the ability to wash herself because the guy hasn't wash her cleaner. The guy was stunned and the next moment he was pushed out of the bathroom. The guy was amazed at the flowing motions, the new abilities of his robot. He thanked the geek over the phone for his upgrades. During the period of time spent together, the girl and the guy developed feelings for each other. The girl is still pretending as an advanced robot while the guy had no idea she is a real girl.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;The robot was repaired and the girl left in the middle of the night to be replaced by the robot. The guy noticed the differences and went to his geek friend to inquire. He wanted what was before that night, after the repair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, if anyone interested, feel free to copy and paste and edit or ... continue for me? :D&lt;br /&gt;Why robots? Probably watched too much TSCC ( in fact not a lot, but the show super nice, pls cont season 3? Aii cant chut the big eye cute emote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6902594913107785603?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6902594913107785603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6902594913107785603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6902594913107785603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/ShbF4U_hupI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KJg-mccFzXA/s72-c/IMG_0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-3662518411805331413</id><published>2009-05-13T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:34:19.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My memories with Jay Chou's songs</title><content type='html'>In this post, I shall happily reminisces my memories with Jay Chou's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-z9qrCUdcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-z9qrCUdcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;This was the first Jay's song I heard, introduced by my elder sister. I remembered Cher Han singing it in class, while sitting next to me. That time he was trying to show he knows chinese songs despite being more inclined to English stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jq9KLlm5YSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jq9KLlm5YSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;This song reminds me of Paul Tan. He liked Jay so much then that he pasted lyrics from this song and put as part of his MSN messenger nick. I have no idea as to why Jay keep singing his own name in the song, but maybe is part of sublimal message to promote himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/reLeyZX-bvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/reLeyZX-bvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;This song reminds me of the time in Secondary school. I think it was sometime before the prelims or 'O' levels. Jun Xian was singing this part of the song "&lt;span&gt;有些事真的來不及回不去", expressing the sentiments of the time constraints of the exams, as well as the importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROTCi5qxtEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROTCi5qxtEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;This song reminds me of the time our whole squad went to sing karaoke at Delphi Orchard. I remembered something like Val saying she was so touched by this song that she will fell in love with anyone who sang this for her. A very sweet song~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t3UCRo70-gc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t3UCRo70-gc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;I loved this song when I went to Catholic JC. I remembered hearing it during the OG outing when we went to play pool (I never play but sat one side to watch). I even wrote a chinese compo using this song as inspiration. A song that reminds me of those happy days spent in CJC together with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5asHeqdXEkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5asHeqdXEkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;This song was used by the dance society in CJC during a Chinese New Year performance which I watched as a spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8W2nKIoEGa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8W2nKIoEGa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;The starting was quite funny. The main content appealed to me, making me miss my childhood days, be it in Malaysia or Singapore. Those carefree days were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all.&lt;br /&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/3254396657645496343-3662518411805331413?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/3662518411805331413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-memories-with-jay-chous-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3662518411805331413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3662518411805331413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-memories-with-jay-chous-songs.html' title='My memories with Jay Chou&apos;s songs'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5821633863781613447</id><published>2008-09-28T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:08:30.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ah Chew desserts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img185.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=85298_DSC00768_122_368lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imagevenue.com/loc368/th_85298_DSC00768_122_368lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeydew with sago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img249.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=85306_DSC00769_122_246lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imagevenue.com/loc246/th_85306_DSC00769_122_246lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango with pomelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts were nice, despite having mini ice balls inside which made the texture less smooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5821633863781613447?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5821633863781613447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-chew-desserts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5821633863781613447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5821633863781613447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-chew-desserts.html' title='Ah Chew desserts'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1259301527476503907</id><published>2008-09-28T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:38:32.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Backtrack - Hay's dairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img107.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35366_DSC00786_122_510lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imagevenue.com/loc510/th_35366_DSC00786_122_510lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35371_DSC00776_122_665lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imagevenue.com/loc665/th_35371_DSC00776_122_665lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img46.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35374_DSC00778_122_508lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.imagevenue.com/loc508/th_35374_DSC00778_122_508lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img197.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35379_DSC00779_122_338lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img197.imagevenue.com/loc338/th_35379_DSC00779_122_338lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A backtrack entry due to my lethargy, this was a visit to Hay's Diary with my Dear dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the MRT train to Choa Chu Kang, and took bus to the location. The bus trip was really long, but at least it dropped us near our destination. We had fun feeding Alpine grass to the goats. There was a bit of musky smell in the paddock area, which reminded me of the goat milk I drank when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goats were fun to watch and play with. There was one goat which made an "Ahhhh" sound that really resembled a human howling. Another escaped out for a few moments of excitement and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img210.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35859_DSC00785_122_577lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.imagevenue.com/loc577/th_35859_DSC00785_122_577lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35868_DSC00784_122_82lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imagevenue.com/loc82/th_35868_DSC00784_122_82lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img198.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35871_DSC00783_122_41lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imagevenue.com/loc41/th_35871_DSC00783_122_41lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that goat! He was so heavy that each step he took made the ground shake as though the T-Rex escaped from Jurassic Park to the farm. He trotted along the path and greeted other goats as if to announce his smart escape to his fellow friends. However, his joy was short lived and once again, he was back into his pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img161.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=36316_DSC00781_122_716lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imagevenue.com/loc716/th_36316_DSC00781_122_716lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img104.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=36333_DSC00789_122_99lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img104.imagevenue.com/loc99/th_36333_DSC00789_122_99lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=36378_IMG_0401resized_122_814lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imagevenue.com/loc814/th_36378_IMG_0401resized_122_814lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left the place, we bought a bottle of chocolate goat milk to try out. It tasted nothing like what was in the past. The taste was like HL chocolate milk, minus the sweetness, with the sweet aroma of chocolate. It was pleasant but a tad expensive compared to cows' milk in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I had my digital camera with me, but I forgot to check the battery level. When I reached there, I took 2 pictures and it displayed critical low level and auto shut down. What a disappointment, but it was my fault. Luckily, I still have a spare hand phone camera, even though the quality was poorer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1259301527476503907?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1259301527476503907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/backtrack-hays-dairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1259301527476503907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1259301527476503907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/backtrack-hays-dairy.html' title='Backtrack - Hay&apos;s dairy'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4847681280611975389</id><published>2008-09-11T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:47:32.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>My Sister's wedding dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMf5FPIs20I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RbKjOhfw5cs/s1600-h/IMG_0495editresized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMf5FPIs20I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RbKjOhfw5cs/s320/IMG_0495editresized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434159453920066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When will it be my turn? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMf5Fe2fV7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/YDjhTwe_QbU/s1600-h/IMG_0507edit2cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMf5Fe2fV7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/YDjhTwe_QbU/s320/IMG_0507edit2cropped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434163672504242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slanted in the photo with my elder sister due to her ken ken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4847681280611975389?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4847681280611975389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sisters-wedding-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4847681280611975389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4847681280611975389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sisters-wedding-dinner.html' title='My Sister&apos;s wedding dinner'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMf5FPIs20I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RbKjOhfw5cs/s72-c/IMG_0495editresized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4765483166714219673</id><published>2008-09-05T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:08:29.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Jia Hao slimmed down :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMAinsBM6RI/AAAAAAAAARI/Arp1savkBmU/s1600-h/IMG_0399_resized_original.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMAinsBM6RI/AAAAAAAAARI/Arp1savkBmU/s320/IMG_0399_resized_original.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242228031485700370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMAinphPE7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/r3ipAQhpJ2k/s1600-h/IMG_0399edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMAinphPE7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/r3ipAQhpJ2k/s320/IMG_0399edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242228030814753714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMAin57-VsI/AAAAAAAAARY/8cgY55WDNQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SMAin57-VsI/AAAAAAAAARY/8cgY55WDNQ0/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242228035221870274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pictures of Dom &amp;amp; Co. after watching the movie "Journey to the Centre of the Earth". We settled at KFC to chill out after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects of gimp helped Jia Hao and I slimmed down. The effect seemed to be more significant in Jia Hao compared to the rest. Hope this will be a motivation for him to slim down in real life, but if he really don't feel like, well at least photos can be altered to look as though he gave up on his "nua"ness. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4765483166714219673?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4765483166714219673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/09/jia-hao-slimmed-down-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4765483166714219673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4765483166714219673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SLggMzzRvVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OCzG8txZ9cs/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SLggMzzRvVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OCzG8txZ9cs/s200/IMG_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239973570881371474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SLggNGqCtJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yCjdw1Nz4LY/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SLggNGqCtJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yCjdw1Nz4LY/s200/IMG_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239973575942911122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SLggNSczPjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dlBty9Uqk3s/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-recent-pics.html' title='My recent pics'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SLggMzzRvVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OCzG8txZ9cs/s72-c/IMG_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-9172612439322710748</id><published>2008-08-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:21:47.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>My humble shots of fireworks from my house window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img102.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33599_IMG_0255_122_541lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6637247421945730964</id><published>2008-08-13T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:14:56.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>National Day dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img127.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32962_IMG_0352_122_1050lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.imagevenue.com/loc1050/th_32962_IMG_0352_122_1050lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img195.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32969_IMG_0353_122_230lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imagevenue.com/loc230/th_32969_IMG_0353_122_230lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32976_IMG_0355_122_178lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imagevenue.com/loc178/th_32976_IMG_0355_122_178lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main courses were cooked by me, using the recipe from the cookbook meant as a belated birthday present from my friends, Wenwei and Huiqing. Thank you to my friends once again. There were adaptations. I don't take mutton hence I used beef. Steaks were expensive and still are, hence used roast beef ham to substitute. This was still expensive in comparison to normal pork and chicken ham. I had a lot of red wine in my fridge and hence it came to be useful in making the sauce. The sauce was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiramisu was bought from the Cold Storage at Leisure Park, from something Swiss company.&lt;br /&gt;It tasted delicious, with the liqueur not overpowering the entire taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6637247421945730964?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6637247421945730964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6637247421945730964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6637247421945730964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-dinner.html' title='National Day dinner'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2773560670314134260</id><published>2008-08-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:01:51.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Photos of animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img214.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32616_DSC00747_122_236lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imagevenue.com/loc236/th_32616_DSC00747_122_236lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32618_DSC00731edit_122_410lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.imagevenue.com/loc410/th_32618_DSC00731edit_122_410lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img9.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32620_DSC00733_122_1123lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.imagevenue.com/loc1123/th_32620_DSC00733_122_1123lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2773560670314134260?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2773560670314134260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos-of-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2773560670314134260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2773560670314134260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos-of-animals.html' title='Photos of animals'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1900765033986215412</id><published>2008-08-13T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:57:27.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dinner at Stonegrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img176.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=31249_IMG_0345_122_122lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imagevenue.com/loc122/th_31249_IMG_0345_122_122lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first experience using stone to cook food, honestly, I don't really like it. The stone was really hot, big and bulky too, I was so scared to burn my fingers if I touch it accidentally. It made me feel cumbersome trying to navigate my fork and knife on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img224.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=31236_IMG_0336_122_107lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imagevenue.com/loc107/th_31236_IMG_0336_122_107lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img213.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=31247_IMG_0339_122_353lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imagevenue.com/loc353/th_31247_IMG_0339_122_353lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img176.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=31238_IMG_0337_122_411lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imagevenue.com/loc411/th_31238_IMG_0337_122_411lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img197.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=31241_IMG_0338_122_143lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img197.imagevenue.com/loc143/th_31241_IMG_0338_122_143lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup was not bad with the cheese bread (a surprise to me) and the chicken was average in my opinion. The appetizer which cost $2 was so hard that it made my bracket came off (that cost $20), so unlucky. The potato wedges came in a bowl covered with cheese. Probably due to my braces, these soft wedges appealed to me more than the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1900765033986215412?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1900765033986215412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner-at-stonegrill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1900765033986215412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1900765033986215412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner-at-stonegrill.html' title='Dinner at Stonegrill'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6196189881457136401</id><published>2008-08-13T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:35:22.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Aerin and Qianhu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img207.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=30059_DSC00753_122_132lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img207.imagevenue.com/loc132/th_30059_DSC00753_122_132lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img197.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=30061_DSC00754_122_438lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img197.imagevenue.com/loc438/th_30061_DSC00754_122_438lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img174.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=30133_DSC00762_122_633lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imagevenue.com/loc633/th_30133_DSC00762_122_633lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img159.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=30071_DSC00757_122_64lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img159.imagevenue.com/loc64/th_30071_DSC00757_122_64lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img129.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=30068_DSC00755_122_1189lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.imagevenue.com/loc1189/th_30068_DSC00755_122_1189lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, My Dear dear and I decided to go for fish spa. We met at Raffles City to have lunch before going all the way down to Choa Chu Kang to take a shuttle bus to Qianhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Raffles City, I saw Aerin restaurant and roughly recalled it being famous for some dish, but I cannot recall the what dish was that. Anyway, the food tasted decent and I ordered my carrot cake. It was famous for Apple pie or something along that line, and I missed it due to my forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Qianhu was quite fun. While waiting for the free shuttle bus, there was this old lady who waved her hands about to create way in between My Dear dear and me. We were like looking at her dramatic ways when there was so much space behind me and behind Dom. She purposely want to walk in between us, so we just let her through.&lt;br /&gt;There was so many fishes at Qianhu (being a fish farm, it was expected). A few fishes left deep impression in my mind like the fairy kois (they really looked fairy like), the stingrays (they don't keep still) and the discus which were really colorful unlike what my mother used to had. The highlight was the fish spa, which was the main purpose too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was by far, the cheapest fish spa I can find, $10 per 1/2 hr. The sucking fishes which we were familiar given being shown on television were the smaller size. The big ones were scary in a sense. We saw them approaching and I wondered if their bite will engulf my whole toe...&lt;br /&gt;they turned out to be extremely gentle and the image that formed in my mind was like we were king and queen with little servants serving us diligently (haha...).  The experience was really fun and I did enjoyed myself a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6196189881457136401?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6196189881457136401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/aerin-and-qianhu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6196189881457136401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6196189881457136401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/08/aerin-and-qianhu.html' title='Aerin and Qianhu'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2511270881842672040</id><published>2008-07-18T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:31:15.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Japanese food at TM (Hokkaido fair)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img7.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=89183_IMG_0245_122_776lo.JPG" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imagevenue.com/loc776/th_89183_IMG_0245_122_776lo.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img106.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=89197_IMG_0247_122_1196lo.JPG" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img106.imagevenue.com/loc1196/th_89197_IMG_0247_122_1196lo.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img7.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=89197_IMG_0250_122_611lo.JPG" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imagevenue.com/loc611/th_89197_IMG_0250_122_611lo.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=89225_IMG_0251_122_1093lo.JPG" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img109.imagevenue.com/loc1093/th_89225_IMG_0251_122_1093lo.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img18.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=89255_IMG_0252_122_815lo.JPG" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imagevenue.com/loc815/th_89255_IMG_0252_122_815lo.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a backlog clearing now.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were taken some time back. The first was a curry bun, followed in order from left to right - crab cream corochan, rice stuffed squids, japanese mochi balls in sweet sauce, with seaweed, with different fillings, sweet potato cake and a rice cake with red bean stuffings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squid rice thing was not really worth the queue, it tasted quite salty, other than that, not much special about it. I was a bit disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The curry bun was normal, but the lack of queue was sort of good.&lt;br /&gt;The crab cream thing was very nice, despite no actual crab meat, the gravy is thick and fragrant. This was one of my favorite food of the Hokkaido fair.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the snacks were interesting, and those red beans were delicious. The sweet potato cake tasted really sweet potato-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on my subsequent visit to TM again, I never buy any more of the Japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img235.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=90218_IMG_0254_122_462lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img235.imagevenue.com/loc462/th_90218_IMG_0254_122_462lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cakes I bought from the Royals shop opposite the NTUC were such gems. They were really delectable. The carrot cake tasted fabulous and the tiramisu also stood out from the other tiramisus I tried in the past. The chocolate mint was nice but could have been better should there be a stronger hint of mint in the taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2511270881842672040?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2511270881842672040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/07/japanese-food-at-tm-hokkaido-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2511270881842672040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2511270881842672040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/07/japanese-food-at-tm-hokkaido-fair.html' title='Japanese food at TM (Hokkaido fair)'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-3181313627731019650</id><published>2008-07-06T22:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:56:08.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>口试的回忆以及感想</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不知不觉地回忆起以往的口试，不论是英文或华文，口试对我而言都算是美好的经验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小学时的口试已经模糊了，只依稀记得当时的英文口试有看图作题。那种图画里的每个角落都要形容，都要做出一些观察让我既兴奋，又怯偎。兴奋的是可以发挥一些创意的联想，畏怯的是创意被局限在一张图画里，不能离题。倘若那张图画说得不够多，老师出题发问时，我就会变得很紧张。偏偏也不知道是学生说不够，还是老师觉得应该要尽考官的责任，似乎每次都会问我问题，搞得我的心七上八下。我在家都用华语沟通，所以华文口试并不太担心，混水摸鱼就混过去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中学时口试依然伴随着，格式却比较自在，变成和考官聊话题。中三的华文口试出的话题，若我没记错，是动物虐待。那算是我幸运的一天吗？一听到是我有兴趣的题目，我立刻劈里啪啦地把我所看过的报章报道拿来讨论。考官们的表情也随着变动，挺有趣的。 当然我的心情是雀跃万分的，口试顺利考个distinction。 至于中四的英文口试，话题围绕的是宠物，我的好运持续着。 考官一问：“你喜欢动物吗？”我的双眼立即发出万丈光芒。。。 。。。 口试又顺利过关了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初级学院也有口试，这次的话题却让我有点措手不及。考官问我关于现代学生穿校服不整齐有何看法，还不时瞄我的校服。他们问起为何学生不爱把上衣整齐地塞进裙子或裤子时，又往桌子底下瞄我的校服穿着，真令我汗颜。当我回答为了舒服和遮丑时，他们似乎感到意外和好笑。当我进一步讲解为了遮盖肚南，其中一位考官竟大笑出来，令我感到有点难堪。不过，成绩揭晓是distinction时，心情好多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些是我考口试的感想，希望准备考口试的，或曾经考口试的人们也有美好的口试回忆。：）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-3181313627731019650?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/3181313627731019650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3181313627731019650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3181313627731019650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='口试的回忆以及感想'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4163275215205260405</id><published>2008-06-27T21:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:27:04.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>Having fun with Gimp</title><content type='html'>Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=72919_20b693f2ad5aa0_full_122_543lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imagevenue.com/loc543/th_72919_20b693f2ad5aa0_full_122_543lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://img241.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=72927_butterfly-tattoo-picture-0155_122_132lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imagevenue.com/loc132/th_72927_butterfly-tattoo-picture-0155_122_132lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; = &lt;a href="http://img20.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=72934_trial3_122_722lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imagevenue.com/loc722/th_72934_trial3_122_722lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img7.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73166_DSC00708_122_1113lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imagevenue.com/loc1113/th_73166_DSC00708_122_1113lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://img176.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=th_73179_tribal-tattoo_38674_122_132lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imagevenue.com/loc132/th_73179_tribal-tattoo_38674_122_132lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; = &lt;a href="http://img233.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73180_trial_122_402lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imagevenue.com/loc402/th_73180_trial_122_402lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting real material into Inuyasha pic and edit his hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img187.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73326_inuyasha_122_253lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imagevenue.com/loc253/th_73326_inuyasha_122_253lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73341_inuyasha2_122_508lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img221.imagevenue.com/loc508/th_73341_inuyasha2_122_508lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img184.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73347_inuyasha3_122_257lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.imagevenue.com/loc257/th_73347_inuyasha3_122_257lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is the original. The second picture is with material collected from the web and added in. ( the part of hair on his head I have no idea how to edit in order to put in. ) The ears, I used Japanese spitz's ears and the eyes I used my cat's eyes. The necklace, I used black beads and dog's teeth. The hair, I used human white hair and clothes were with red and cream silk. Threads, I used a black thread.  The third picture is just editing his hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update* Erm... here is a more complete one, although I really have no idea about human skin and eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img150.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=09808_inuyasha2update_122_695lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img150.imagevenue.com/aAfkjfp01fo1i-18372/loc695/09808_inuyasha2update_122_695lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4163275215205260405?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4163275215205260405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/06/having-fun-with-gimp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4163275215205260405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4163275215205260405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/06/having-fun-with-gimp.html' title='Having fun with Gimp'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5085637631982518545</id><published>2008-06-27T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:27:16.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Island Creamery ice cream ( ICic )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img125.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=71087_DSC00740_122_1147lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img125.imagevenue.com/loc1147/th_71087_DSC00740_122_1147lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img191.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=71093_DSC00741_122_107lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img191.imagevenue.com/loc107/th_71093_DSC00741_122_107lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img219.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=71100_IMG_0225edited_122_343lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imagevenue.com/loc343/th_71100_IMG_0225edited_122_343lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fresh post. Fresh-out-of-the-oven post, or should be fresh-out-of-the-freezer? Anyway, Jiahao, Jon and I went to the Island Creamery to eat ice cream today( haha, other than that, Jon prob went there to see chiobu? :p ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried Apple Pie, Burnt Caramel, Nutella, ReversO, Black Forest, Teh Tarik, Horlicks and Khaula Latte flavor as arranged in the order from the pictures. The first two pics were taken halfway when we were eating, hence the amount was visibly reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are my opinions on the ice cream flavors ( taste buds differ in different people ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Pie: One of favorites, the tint of cinnamon goes well with small chunks of apples and the ice cream was delicious, not too sweet or rich to the extent of causing thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt Caramel: This was not bad but the burnt taste was not present and hence I wonder why the name 'Burnt' Caramel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutella: This I tried before, tasted okay to me, nothing much special and I guessed Jon liked it a lot since he like the spread very much. Jiahao also liked this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ReversO: This was the first flavor I tried and I really do not find it appealing. It was too chocolatey and rich that I felt very thirsty after eating this ice cream. However, this became Jon's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Forest: To me, the taste seems similar to ReversO with a strong chocolate taste at the start, giving way to a sweet cherry taste. This seems a better choice for me. Being less rich in chocolate taste, hence will not feel that thirsty after eating this ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh Tarik: I loved this. The taste was sweet, full of Teh Tarik, with a slightly sour after taste which was quite nice. It was nice on the throat, rich but not overwhelming and did not cause me to be thirsty. It was like drinking cold Teh Tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horlicks: The taste was quite powdery and drying on the throat again. If the ice cream was more creamy rather than powdery and perhaps slightly less sweet, it would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaula Latte: The taste was coffee, not exactly Khuala, since Khuala should have gave an alcoholic taste. This was like Rum and Raisin ice cream with the Rum not tasting like how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as a sidenote, I have also tried MacFlurry Green tea today as well. It tasted quite good, without any bitterness unlike that I tried at Shokudou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5085637631982518545?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5085637631982518545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/06/island-creamery-ice-cream-icic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5085637631982518545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5085637631982518545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/06/island-creamery-ice-cream-icic.html' title='Island Creamery ice cream ( ICic )'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6463358156498180075</id><published>2008-06-21T11:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:21.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Dear dear's birthday mini party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFxvhD1OyBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C6QlxJuUID8/s1600-h/edited1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFxvhD1OyBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C6QlxJuUID8/s400/edited1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214165082343131154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The initial idea was potluck, which was altered to making pizza bread because of the fact that it was meant to be a surprise. If the potluck idea was to go ahead, somebody have to cook enough rice for 9 people which will be tough unless we are going to use Dear dear's rice cooker, which will then let the cat out of the bag with the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute, there was yet another change; the surprise was no longer there since in order to make Dear dear stay at home on the day itself, I lied to him saying I will be cooking for his family for lunch. They expected one person and well, Dear dear told me that every member of his house will eat when they heard that I will be cooking. That certainly gives pressure, and with Dom's dad, I am not sure if bread will be preferred to rice. Hence, the idea was changed again to Jon cooking 2 dishes and me cooking 2 dishes as well. The mini kebabs were made on my own on the thought of the guys' voracious &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;appetites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFxvxEeOK-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/MULeXQu1130/s1600-h/edited2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFxvxEeOK-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/MULeXQu1130/s320/edited2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214165357392964578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started cooking first since the dishes were simple, Jon was preparing for his dishes meanwhile. After I were done with my cooking, the fun of photo-taking entered. Here is Jon, presenting his dish of squids in tomatoes and capsicums sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup was also prepared by Jon, with the help from Dom's mother. The whole cooking was done in laughter, in success... with a few hiccups such as Dear dear dropping an egg, as well as dropping like 1/6 of the tofu when opening. His actions invited hilarious roars of laughter from the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=18584_edited3_122_186lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imagevenue.com/loc186/th_18584_edited3_122_186lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the end result of everybody's hard work, click on the picture to see the large version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFx3u7jaLNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8A3mM1AqkIU/s1600-h/edited4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFx3u7jaLNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8A3mM1AqkIU/s320/edited4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214174116732087506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFx3u7neyyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ifNih94Srb8/s1600-h/edited5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFx3u7neyyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ifNih94Srb8/s320/edited5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214174116749167394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon was extremely pleased to know that Dom's house still have a hamster, his favorite animal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the mini party idea came to me when I looked back on my past photos of birthday. The table filled with simple dishes and a cake with candles on seem appealing as well as heart-warming. I also hoped Dear dear can have this experience as well, hence I organized such a mini party.The effects were quite well, especially with my newly acquired Canon IXUS 860 IS to take pictures. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to me forgetting to bring along "Uno" cards, we had to trouble Dom to find a game for our after-lunch entertainment. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFx54tRsvnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c8oU3991_aw/s1600-h/edited6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/SFx54tRsvnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c8oU3991_aw/s320/edited6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214176483721657970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We settled with a game of Monopoly, which Dom was the ultimate winner and I was the ultimate loser, since Dom keep buying assets and I keep ending up in jail and landing on other people's properties with hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to the day being Father's Day as well, I had to rush back home to celebrate for my dad and the game was ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack: Zihan was not being able to come due to miscommunication. Since the budget was calculated with 4 people instead of 3, I ended up not having enough money for transport and Dom has to reimburse me a little.&lt;br /&gt;For a different perspective of the event, one can visit either Jon's &lt;a href="http://pschiu.wordpress.com/2008/06/21/clearing-of-backlog-and-blog-entries-owed-to-a-certain-girl/"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; or Jiahao's &lt;a href="http://kofplayer.wordpress.com/2008/06/18/doms-bday-celebration-part-2/"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6463358156498180075?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6463358156498180075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-dears-birthday-mini-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1632742018065224433</id><published>2008-06-17T09:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:57:22.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>一个迷你聚会</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大家，久违了。 前些日子正在忙着考试，接着又举办了一个迷你聚会和一个生日会，身心疲惫，所以部落格直到现在才更新。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66404_IMG_0032_122_146lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img234.imagevenue.com/loc146/th_66404_IMG_0032_122_146lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img183.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66405_IMG_0034_122_345lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imagevenue.com/loc345/th_66405_IMG_0034_122_345lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img238.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66416_IMG_0039_122_409lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imagevenue.com/loc409/th_66416_IMG_0039_122_409lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66420_IMG_0035_122_156lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img221.imagevenue.com/loc156/th_66420_IMG_0035_122_156lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在这聚会之前，我添购了一架新的数码相机 Canon IXUS 860 IS。 这些照片都是我兴致勃勃拍摄的作品。&lt;br /&gt;我们首先到&lt;&lt;别府&gt;&gt;吃拉面, 我本人是认为叉烧还不错, 但同行朋友却觉得很腻, 很倒胃口。感觉不好意思，因为是我介绍他们去的。以上图片以左到右：九州ラメン，照り焼き鳥のラメン w/o chicken, 照り焼き鳥のラメン with chicken, チャシュウラメン。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img9.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=67604_IMG_0038_122_1112lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.imagevenue.com/loc1112/th_67604_IMG_0038_122_1112lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img213.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=67613_IMG_0043_122_53lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imagevenue.com/loc53/th_67613_IMG_0043_122_53lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img174.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=67617_IMG_0045_122_855lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imagevenue.com/loc855/th_67617_IMG_0045_122_855lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img131.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=67620_IMG_0046_122_975lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.imagevenue.com/loc975/th_67620_IMG_0046_122_975lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;吃饱后，我们到诗情画意的鲤鱼池继续我兴致高昂的拍照旅途，顺便一游附近的宠物店。再来，我们去电脑科技展逛一圈，为 Jon 搜集买手提电脑以及数码相机的资料。在新达城的节目告一个段落，下一站是我家。&lt;br /&gt;我为此大扫除我家两天，累得像只趴在地板喘气的小狗。拜二刚考完，拜三和拜四忙着收拾一间，这个聚会正好在拜五举行。所幸男朋友在进家门那刻惊叹了句　“好干净”，一切努力没白费。：）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img188.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=68994_myhse_122_146lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img188.imagevenue.com/loc146/th_68994_myhse_122_146lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=69000_myhse1_122_189lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imagevenue.com/loc189/th_69000_myhse1_122_189lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img202.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=69001_myhse2_122_509lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img202.imagevenue.com/loc509/th_69001_myhse2_122_509lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img244.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=69002_myhse3_122_230lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imagevenue.com/loc230/th_69002_myhse3_122_230lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;开牌咯！大家玩不算真钱的麻将，互相切磋手艺。我一上场就以“杠上开花”让大家目瞪口呆，后来又赢了多一场，再接再厉。：Ｄ　见好就收的我让位给客人Jiahao去继续奋斗。两位资深“老”辈Jon和Zihan不再手下留情，把Jiahao 和Dear dear杀得片甲不留。Dear dear 最可怜，到最后只剩两片青盘子。感谢妈妈烹煮一道道的佳肴来款待客人，其中还有我最爱吃的炸鸡翅膀。＊偷笑＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原定计划是去芽龙吃甜品，但因为大家吃得挺饱，所以改为继续玩其他游戏。几场参杂着＂Ｄｏｇｓ　ａｎｄ　Ｂｏｎｅｓ＂的＂Ｈｅａｒｔ　Ａｔｔａｃｋ＂让大家笑得东倒西歪。Zihan 为了夺得"bone"，而"bone"在争斗过程中滑落Dear dear's 的大腿下。。。　后果可想而知。天下无不散之宴席，在大家告别前，我们玩Uno Stacko。场面依然轻松搞笑，Jiahao 说到曹操，曹操就到。没人除了他中"Draw two"，但他竟幸运地成功过关。烫手之芋到了Zihan，他拔出砖块时迟迟不敢松手，整个构造也在摇摇欲坠。只见他一松手，“啪”的一声，整座“高楼”立即坍塌下来，同时也宣告了挥别时刻。大家回家后准备后天的生日会。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1632742018065224433?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1632742018065224433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1632742018065224433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/756944347285538347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/756944347285538347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-hairstyle.html' title='My new hairstyle'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-550780077999449211</id><published>2008-05-28T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:34:41.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A night out at Geylang with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img200.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44092_DSC00667_122_67lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img200.imagevenue.com/loc67/th_44092_DSC00667_122_67lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img239.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44094_DSC00668_122_420lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img239.imagevenue.com/loc420/th_44094_DSC00668_122_420lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44097_DSC00669_122_11lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imagevenue.com/loc11/th_44097_DSC00669_122_11lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with Geylang claypot rice at 6pm. The claypot rice was not bad, but somehow it did not trigger the feelings I had when I ate claypot rice for the first time at Chinatown. Perhaps it was due to the short waiting time, or maybe the atmosphere? In any case, this claypot rice was more expensive than that at Chinatown, cost about $8 plus per person, including drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys really had monstrous appetite, the claypot rice was unable to fulfill their hunger and hence the journey continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img180.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44664_DSC00671_122_131lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imagevenue.com/loc131/th_44664_DSC00671_122_131lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was Yonghe eating house. Jon had you tiao and cold soybean milk, whereas the other two guys ( Jia Hao and my Dear dear ) had 酥饼 or toasted bun which they displayed. My Dear dear thought the toasted bun was like those which accompanied chilli crab, apparently it was not. I was still full from the claypot rice and hence did not order anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu itself was funny in  a sense, it showed "cold soybean milk" below that another item was "sweet soybean milk", making us wondered if the cold was sweet as well. It turned out to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the guys still wanted to eat some more food, the journey continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img191.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44910_DSC00674_122_252lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img191.imagevenue.com/loc252/th_44910_DSC00674_122_252lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img188.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44917_DSC00675_122_425lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img188.imagevenue.com/loc425/th_44917_DSC00675_122_425lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img180.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44923_DSC00678_122_51lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imagevenue.com/loc51/th_44923_DSC00678_122_51lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img132.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44925_DSC00679_122_654lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imagevenue.com/loc654/th_44925_DSC00679_122_654lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img160.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44901_DSC00673_122_875lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imagevenue.com/loc875/th_44901_DSC00673_122_875lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop was Mongkok Dimsum. We took a long time in ordering our food and the waiter came and asked for our orders three times. When we finally decided what we wanted to order, it was hard to get the waiter to come and take the order :p.&lt;br /&gt;The tri-coloured latte tea with palm sugar tasted great, super thick and fragrant. The shrimp dumplings were nice too, the shrimps inside were big and fresh. The scallop dumplings tasted average, not very impressive in my opinion and my Dear dear found the taste of spring onion to be overpowering. He don't like spring onion by the way. The fried dumplings were not bad, although I preferred 冯记 ones.&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the menu with the respective prices for the dishes was taken for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img20.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45660_DSC00685_122_957lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imagevenue.com/loc957/th_45660_DSC00685_122_957lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img200.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45667_DSC00687_122_422lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img200.imagevenue.com/loc422/th_45667_DSC00687_122_422lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of a long trip, with all the guys being full at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we saw many people selling contraband cigarettes. I wondered how come the police never take any action and also how the cigarettes managed to pass the customs. The situation was quite bad that there were people holding plastic bags with the cigarettes inside at almost every even number street and at Geylang lor 14, there were times those 'hawkers' went out to the road to solicit the motorists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-550780077999449211?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/550780077999449211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-out-at-geylang-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/550780077999449211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/550780077999449211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-out-at-geylang-with-friends.html' title='A night out at Geylang with friends'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7696266032410121313</id><published>2008-05-18T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:28:21.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Eating at Old Airport Road today and desserts at Heartland mall yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img120.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=26201_domnkwaychup_122_1035lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imagevenue.com/loc1035/th_26201_domnkwaychup_122_1035lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=26249_foodie_834_122_1183lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imagevenue.com/loc1183/th_26249_foodie_834_122_1183lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom was eating Blanco's Kway chup, or something like that, with an extremely long queue. He commented the food was nice, but was not to my liking due to the piggy smell/taste. I had Marinara at Pasta Manna, another stall which I came to know of from this &lt;a href="http://ieatishootipost.sg/2007/02/pasta-manna-great-stuff-i-missed-last.html"&gt;food blog entry&lt;/a&gt;. The Al fungi was sold out and hence I ordered this pasta that came with seafood and herb tomato sauce. We also had avocado shake from the stall beside the pasta stall, which can also be found in this &lt;a href="http://ieatishootipost.sg/2006/11/meilock-soursop-juice-old-airport-road.html"&gt;food blog entry&lt;/a&gt;. Initially I wanted to try the mango with pomelo juice but there was no more stock, hence I stick to my old favourite: avocado shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=27629_foodie_122_62lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imagevenue.com/loc62/th_27629_foodie_122_62lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img240.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=27631_foodie_719_122_542lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img240.imagevenue.com/loc542/th_27631_foodie_719_122_542lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=27633_foodie_820_122_554lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imagevenue.com/loc554/th_27633_foodie_820_122_554lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite dessert on par with ice-cream in my ranking of favorites: Snow ice, which I ate at Heartland mall in one of the above photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7696266032410121313?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7696266032410121313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/eating-at-old-airport-road-today-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7696266032410121313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7696266032410121313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/eating-at-old-airport-road-today-and.html' title='Eating at Old Airport Road today and desserts at Heartland mall yesterday'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5768261668440647502</id><published>2008-05-18T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:58:43.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>A day in NUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img233.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=24764_nus_122_184lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imagevenue.com/loc184/th_24764_nus_122_184lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this indian  set lunch at NUS with my Dear and his friends, I saw the meal being featured in this &lt;a href="http://singapuradailyphoto.blogspot.com/2008/02/anjappar-indian-express-foodglehub-pgp.html"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was really nice that I felt like eating it too. The dessert was different in colour, and tasted like pineapple. It contained nuts and pineapple bits. However, the texture was a bit oily, thus making the dessert appealed to me less. The chicken was nice, the coleslaw tasted too salty, the curry was not as spicy in a sense less flavorful and the vegetables was average. Overall, it tasted not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img7.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=24936_nus_849_122_1117lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imagevenue.com/loc1117/th_24936_nus_849_122_1117lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img230.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=24945_nus_418_122_525lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imagevenue.com/loc525/th_24945_nus_418_122_525lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img18.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=24946_nus_538_122_1150lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imagevenue.com/loc1150/th_24946_nus_538_122_1150lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Dear and I were about to enter his dormitory, a spider appeared. His dormitory was somehow infested with spiders and their webs. A nice scenery to be waved goodbye since Dom will be shifting to another dormitory, and Dom's snack bar!!! Please look at the cupboard space next to his head. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5768261668440647502?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5768261668440647502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-nus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5768261668440647502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5768261668440647502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-nus.html' title='A day in NUS'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5438631068142021695</id><published>2008-05-11T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:37:56.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day @ Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img216.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=92708_desire_7106_122_496lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imagevenue.com/loc496/th_92708_desire_7106_122_496lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img169.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=92710_desire_6115_122_976lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imagevenue.com/loc976/th_92710_desire_6115_122_976lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=92712_desire_1123_122_574lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imagevenue.com/loc574/th_92712_desire_1123_122_574lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img199.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=92715_desire_033_122_13lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img199.imagevenue.com/loc13/th_92715_desire_033_122_13lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img196.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=92724_desire_377_122_550lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imagevenue.com/loc550/th_92724_desire_377_122_550lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with what my parents have for lunch, the Mother's Day special set at $50++ per pax,&lt;br /&gt;each set consisted of the starter, the soup, the appetizer, the main course, the dessert and the coffee/tea. The starter was bread with butter, which I forgot to take photo of. There was a choice between olive bread and onion bread. My mother was quite funny, thinking the butter was cheese (that was what the rest of us thought so too :p) and tried a small piece, only to realize it was butter. The bread was served hot and the butter melted nicely into the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup was some mango and chilli soup which I cannot remember the name and did not have a chance to try, but anyway, my parents liked the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appetizer was with some cheese, which my younger sister commented, tasting like the cream sauce in spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cod fishes in their sets were delectable, with crispy crusts, sweet scents of fish and a tantalizing taste. Both my mom and dad enjoyed very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their desserts were ice cream with some tarts with chocolate inside. My mother noticed some gold powder on the tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee in the picture was mine, my mother took tea and my dad took coffee. Since they looked about the same, I shall just put in one photo. The coffee has an aftertaste of almond in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img22.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=93474_desire_789_122_675lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.imagevenue.com/loc675/th_93474_desire_789_122_675lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img238.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=93494_desire_321_122_116lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imagevenue.com/loc116/th_93494_desire_321_122_116lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=93496_desire_122_976lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imagevenue.com/loc976/th_93496_desire_122_976lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=93497_desire_610_122_347lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imagevenue.com/loc347/th_93497_desire_610_122_347lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appetizer, followed by my main course, my younger sister's main course and my elder sister's main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appetizer was tuna and avocado. I thought was canned tuna, but it came as sashimi sort, a bit shocked? Nevertheless, the fish tasted soft, no fishy smell and gave a salty and creamy combination with the dressing and avocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main course was cheese ravioli, which the cheese sauce tasted sweet but the smell was just too overpowering. All the while I eating the dish, I was thinking of my dessert :p. As for my sisters, they had chicken roulade and grilled ribeye respectively as shown in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img166.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=94178_desire_240_122_615lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imagevenue.com/loc615/th_94178_desire_240_122_615lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img126.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=94184_desire_655_122_1115lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img126.imagevenue.com/loc1115/th_94184_desire_655_122_1115lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img208.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=94191_desire_263_122_435lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.imagevenue.com/loc435/th_94191_desire_263_122_435lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts for my sisters and myself. My sisters ordered the same dessert 'banana flambe' and I ordered coffee tiramisu. They said theirs tasted superb. I liked tiramisu and the standard of this tiramisu was still acceptable, even though not the most impressionable one I have tasted. The crusts at the side tasted a bit like kinder brueno in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the service was great and the food, depending on the tastes and what you ordered, most tasted quite nice. I shall end off with "Happy Mother's Day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5438631068142021695?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5438631068142021695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5438631068142021695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5438631068142021695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-desire.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day @ Desire'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-3123354514517003200</id><published>2008-05-07T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:22:26.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Salmon fish [by Guest Writer dskw]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img102.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=72026_DSC00617_122_951lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imagevenue.com/loc951/th_72026_DSC00617_122_951lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 May 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out in the morning for breakfast and to purchase the ingredients needed to cook the above dish. Unfortunately (or fortunately for her), she bought some stuff which were not on our original shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at her house, she started cooking, only to incite some unwanted interest from her mum. What ensued was a war of words. I, of course, remained oblivious to the verbal abuse raging in the kitchen, preferring instead to focus my attention on her cat and hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes looked nice as usual. She cooked the salmon with some spices and ginger and stuff, while her mum rustled up a soup with vegetables and carrots in it. Salmon cooked in any form is welcome, and I believe all of us relished having our lunch together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-3123354514517003200?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/3123354514517003200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/salmon-fish-by-guest-writer-dskw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3123354514517003200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3123354514517003200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/salmon-fish-by-guest-writer-dskw.html' title='Salmon fish [by Guest Writer dskw]'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-8853803990227202654</id><published>2008-05-04T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:59:10.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>More hamster with cat pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img150.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=98233_whisked_ham_0105_122_1028lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img150.imagevenue.com/loc1028/th_98233_whisked_ham_0105_122_1028lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=98243_whisked_ham_1132_122_530lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imagevenue.com/loc530/th_98243_whisked_ham_1132_122_530lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img45.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=98246_whisked_ham_1193_122_56lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img45.imagevenue.com/loc56/th_98246_whisked_ham_1193_122_56lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img199.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=98253_whisked_ham_9226_122_544lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img199.imagevenue.com/loc544/th_98253_whisked_ham_9226_122_544lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img190.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=98260_whisked_ham_4240_122_401lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imagevenue.com/loc401/th_98260_whisked_ham_4240_122_401lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-8853803990227202654?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/8853803990227202654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-hamster-with-cat-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8853803990227202654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8853803990227202654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-hamster-with-cat-pics.html' title='More hamster with cat pics'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2604175848884145754</id><published>2008-04-21T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:20:41.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dishes which I made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img241.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=90292_shenxian_dessert_712_122_537lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imagevenue.com/loc537/th_90292_shenxian_dessert_712_122_537lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img193.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=90294_shenxian_dessert_122_52lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imagevenue.com/loc52/th_90294_shenxian_dessert_122_52lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img9.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=90301_chocolate_pudding_211_122_1147lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img9.imagevenue.com/loc1147/th_90301_chocolate_pudding_211_122_1147lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img101.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=90318_chocolate_pudding_122_58lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imagevenue.com/loc58/th_90318_chocolate_pudding_122_58lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img219.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=90327_golden_purse_313_122_239lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imagevenue.com/loc239/th_90327_golden_purse_313_122_239lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada... The first 2 photos featured a dessert known as 神仙甜品 which I made from a recipe book, together with the last photo, the golden purses. The chocolate pudding was created out of my cravings for more desserts. Initially I planned to make coffee pudding as well, but the chocolate pudding did not turn out well in the beginning, hence I gave up on the idea. I have no idea that pudding took so long to solidify. I thought something went wrong with my cooking or the gelatin powder, hence I 静观其变。 It turned out to be quite nice luckily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2604175848884145754?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2604175848884145754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/dishes-which-i-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2604175848884145754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2604175848884145754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/dishes-which-i-made.html' title='Dishes which I made'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7374170636451012890</id><published>2008-04-21T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:00:43.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Nice dessert with 1g of fat only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img130.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=89708_yoghurt_ice_cream_122_1195lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img130.imagevenue.com/loc1195/th_89708_yoghurt_ice_cream_122_1195lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new product which I saw in Women's weekly magazine has only 1 gram of fat and 56 calories per stick, how can I resist? Slurp! Cheers to Magnolia Yoghurt Petite! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7374170636451012890?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7374170636451012890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-dessert-with-1g-of-fat-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7374170636451012890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7374170636451012890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-dessert-with-1g-of-fat-only.html' title='Nice dessert with 1g of fat only'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7972585557664646483</id><published>2008-04-14T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:03:31.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>When they are together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img217.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65441_whisked_ham_122_366lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imagevenue.com/loc366/th_65441_whisked_ham_122_366lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img106.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65443_whisked_ham_811_122_976lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img106.imagevenue.com/loc976/th_65443_whisked_ham_811_122_976lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65445_whisked_ham_224_122_258lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imagevenue.com/loc258/th_65445_whisked_ham_224_122_258lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img231.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65447_whisked_ham_039_122_570lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img231.imagevenue.com/loc570/th_65447_whisked_ham_039_122_570lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hamster must have been very exhausted after bathing. When I put it on the cat, it fell asleep again. The cat was very curious initially, leaning close to smell the hamster, then I said no to it and the cat turned its head away from the hamster. The cat changed its position later probably due to a stiff leg from the hamster's weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img187.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65951_whisked_ham_047_122_580lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imagevenue.com/loc580/th_65951_whisked_ham_047_122_580lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img107.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65960_whisked_ham_152_122_772lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imagevenue.com/loc772/th_65960_whisked_ham_152_122_772lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=65962_whisked_ham_867_122_378lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imagevenue.com/loc378/th_65962_whisked_ham_867_122_378lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried the hamster and repositioned it on my cat's abdomen. It continued sleeping. The hamster woke up after some stroking and started to walk around. Upon seeing the toy banana, the hamster bit the banana, causing the cat to become curious towards the toy banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img28.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66352_whisked_ham_176_122_1110lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img28.imagevenue.com/loc1110/th_66352_whisked_ham_176_122_1110lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img207.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66359_whisked_ham_080_122_371lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img207.imagevenue.com/loc371/th_66359_whisked_ham_080_122_371lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img225.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=66361_whisked_ham_396_122_217lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imagevenue.com/loc217/th_66361_whisked_ham_396_122_217lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat smelled the toy banana to determine whether it was edible and hamster fell to the side. After the hamster scrambled to the toy banana and bit it again, the cat wanted to reconfirmed the banana was not edible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7972585557664646483?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7972585557664646483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-they-are-together.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7972585557664646483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7972585557664646483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-they-are-together.html' title='When they are together...'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-3211297582213991855</id><published>2008-04-14T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:25:03.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My sister's hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img245.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=64844_hamster_356_122_105lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imagevenue.com/loc105/th_64844_hamster_356_122_105lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img224.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=64847_hamster_273_122_572lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imagevenue.com/loc572/th_64847_hamster_273_122_572lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img128.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=64848_hamster_284_122_910lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imagevenue.com/loc910/th_64848_hamster_284_122_910lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img198.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=64850_hamster_1112_122_231lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imagevenue.com/loc231/th_64850_hamster_1112_122_231lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-3211297582213991855?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/3211297582213991855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sisters-hamster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3211297582213991855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3211297582213991855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sisters-hamster.html' title='My sister&apos;s hamster'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4295142576074478078</id><published>2008-04-14T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:17:18.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My cat 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img136.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=63927_whiskers_cat_81283_122_812lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imagevenue.com/loc812/th_63927_whiskers_cat_81283_122_812lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=63928_whiskers_cat_01463_122_109lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imagevenue.com/loc109/th_63928_whiskers_cat_01463_122_109lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img161.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=63930_whiskers_cat_01482_122_619lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imagevenue.com/loc619/th_63930_whiskers_cat_01482_122_619lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=63936_whiskers_cat_61498_122_345lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imagevenue.com/loc345/th_63936_whiskers_cat_61498_122_345lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=63939_whiskers_cat_11551_122_145lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imagevenue.com/loc145/th_63939_whiskers_cat_11551_122_145lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=64293_whiskers_cat_71428_122_22lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imagevenue.com/loc22/th_64293_whiskers_cat_71428_122_22lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img198.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=64295_whiskers_cat_31413_122_176lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imagevenue.com/loc176/th_64295_whiskers_cat_31413_122_176lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4295142576074478078?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4295142576074478078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-cat-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4295142576074478078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4295142576074478078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-cat-2.html' title='My cat 2'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2924381546083744390</id><published>2008-04-04T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:25:30.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img198.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11082_salad_326_122_550lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imagevenue.com/loc550/th_11082_salad_326_122_550lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11096_salad_917_122_423lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imagevenue.com/loc423/th_11096_salad_917_122_423lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11098_salad_122_29lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imagevenue.com/loc29/th_11098_salad_122_29lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img107.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11099_chicken_soup_122_1158lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imagevenue.com/loc1158/th_11099_chicken_soup_122_1158lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made salad with my mom and my dad. My mom cooked and peeled the prawns, while my dad cut the mangoes, and I did the rest.&lt;br /&gt;The salad consisted of chicken shreds, potato cubes, cucumber slices, egg, prawns, mango slices and dressing. The dressing was a choice between mayonnaise and thousand island or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken soup was created in order not to waste the water used to blanch the chicken meat. The chicken meat was put into the water that had been boiled with dates and wolfberries with a pinch of salt and continue to boiled until... erm... until... I was happy. It tasted quite nice, a side product while trying to create the salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2924381546083744390?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2924381546083744390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2924381546083744390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2924381546083744390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/salad.html' title='Salad'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1694480365060150544</id><published>2008-04-04T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:20:22.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Takeaway from Old Airport Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img192.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=10022_727_122_425lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imagevenue.com/loc425/th_10022_727_122_425lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much food again...&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I went to Old Airport Road hawker centre to 打包 dinner for my family. He was tearing the coupons and asked me to go ahead and buy food for myself and my 2 sisters. I confirmed with him that he will only buy for himself and my mom before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around and bought 老夫子char kway teow, Kallang wanton mee and when I was buying famous Old Airport Road 豪煎, my dad appeared with 2 super duper huge bags of food and asked me not to buy too much... I stared in shocked, but firmly told him I still have 727 cakerie's durian desserts to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, we ended up not being able to finish what we bought, especially the 五香米粉 that my dad bought. There were so many bean curd inside which I would normally have eaten but just cannot enter into my mouth due to the partial consumption of the 4 items I bought. What a waste of food. Anyway, my mom was commenting that the food my dad bought was not nice after eating what I bought. :D The power of doing homework before buying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1694480365060150544?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1694480365060150544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/takeaway-from-old-airport-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1694480365060150544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1694480365060150544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/takeaway-from-old-airport-road.html' title='Takeaway from Old Airport Road'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2130565569178965573</id><published>2008-04-04T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:15:12.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dining at 食堂　(しゅくどう)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img18.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=09478_shokudo_122_633lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imagevenue.com/loc633/th_09478_shokudo_122_633lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and I went to dine at Shokudou, a unique place which functions almost like a food court. I find the food tasted not bad but it is slightly pricey. The macha float which I bought as shown in the picture cost $4.80 and the ice shavings were too coarse. The crab omelette tasted slightly better than that of pasir malam but cost $5.80 if I remembered correctly. It will not be a place which I will think of a re-visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2130565569178965573?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2130565569178965573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/dining-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2130565569178965573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2130565569178965573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/04/dining-at.html' title='Dining at 食堂　(しゅくどう)'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4765180473312567066</id><published>2008-03-25T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:56:00.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><title type='text'>My poor plants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img23.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=20343_balsam_122_969lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imagevenue.com/loc969/th_20343_balsam_122_969lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img227.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=20350_balsam_416_122_110lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.imagevenue.com/loc110/th_20350_balsam_416_122_110lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img20.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=20351_balsam_225_122_1077lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imagevenue.com/loc1077/th_20351_balsam_225_122_1077lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken quite sometime back, now, I cannot bear to take anymore photos.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed the Sun changed its position from what I can see throughout the year (seasonal change of position by the rotation of the Earth). This results in no sunlight shining on my table in the morning anymore, and hence, I shifted the plants to my living room in the evening for some sun-basking. Never did I expect my cat to take an interest in chewing up my plants, causing one to be uprooted and the rest suffered damages to the leaves. Another one died, while the rest  are dying from partial decomposition of the leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4765180473312567066?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4765180473312567066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-poor-plants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4765180473312567066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4765180473312567066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-poor-plants.html' title='My poor plants...'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6231662911886886941</id><published>2008-03-25T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:57:35.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><title type='text'>Nice art piece I saw on the road while sitting in the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img209.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=20039_niceart_shenton_122_500lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imagevenue.com/loc500/th_20039_niceart_shenton_122_500lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have an idea where is this art piece located? Keep guessing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6231662911886886941?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6231662911886886941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/nice-art-piece-i-saw-on-road-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6231662911886886941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6231662911886886941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/nice-art-piece-i-saw-on-road-while.html' title='Nice art piece I saw on the road while sitting in the bus'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2147243358914193836</id><published>2008-03-25T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:58:32.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Toad near the road turning into my block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img102.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=19692_toad_122_652lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imagevenue.com/loc652/th_19692_toad_122_652lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img174.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=19693_toad_829_122_619lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imagevenue.com/loc619/th_19693_toad_829_122_619lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=19698_toad_930_122_448lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imagevenue.com/loc448/th_19698_toad_930_122_448lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not identify this toad/frog yet. It looks like a toad to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2147243358914193836?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2147243358914193836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/toad-near-road-turning-into-my-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2147243358914193836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2147243358914193836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/toad-near-road-turning-into-my-block.html' title='Toad near the road turning into my block'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-994090092187015938</id><published>2008-03-25T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:41:42.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><title type='text'>Nice surroundings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img217.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=19145_sampleshoot_122_125lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imagevenue.com/loc125/th_19145_sampleshoot_122_125lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img216.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=19145_sampleshoot_615_122_592lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imagevenue.com/loc592/th_19145_sampleshoot_615_122_592lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-994090092187015938?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/994090092187015938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/nice-surroundings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/994090092187015938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/994090092187015938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/nice-surroundings.html' title='Nice surroundings...'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6135231836284534239</id><published>2008-03-19T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:45:22.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>Dear dear's super cute memorable series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img192.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37649_dear_dear_funny_exp_452_122_441lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imagevenue.com/loc441/th_37649_dear_dear_funny_exp_452_122_441lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img16.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37654_dear_dear_funny_exp_568_122_1092lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img16.imagevenue.com/loc1092/th_37654_dear_dear_funny_exp_568_122_1092lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37659_dear_dear_funny_exp_673_122_77lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imagevenue.com/loc77/th_37659_dear_dear_funny_exp_673_122_77lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img102.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37660_dear_dear_funny_exp_280_122_1083lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imagevenue.com/loc1083/th_37660_dear_dear_funny_exp_280_122_1083lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls note that this post is vulnerable... subject to Dear dear's complains and will be removed if he complains too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken with k770i burst mode, hence you can see the expression changes from "Ok... just one picture" all the way to "Omg!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6135231836284534239?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1604287411158448466</id><published>2008-03-16T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:28:33.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Too much food!  &gt;_&lt;"'</title><content type='html'>Lunch was well-portioned. Dear dear and I went to PGP to eat because I wanted to try the waffle at "super snacks". We could not find the place initially, therefore we went to eat at the food court. "Ashton's Express" was  situated  in the food court and we had something herb fish fillet and teriyaki chicken chop from the stall. The something herb fish fillet was nice, although the french fries side dish paled in comparison to the baked potato. The teriyaki chicken chop tasted too salty due to too much sauce, so if next time anyone is thinking of eating this, one may suggest to the stall holder to put less sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch at the food court, we proceeded for a short walk and stumbled upon the place where I wanted to go. We had a waffle and ice-cream. Dear dear was commenting something about not being able to satisfy my hunger  with main course and still have to go for dessert, was reflecting badly on his ability to provide sufficient food for the family next time. That was just his one-sided thoughts, since I did enjoyed my lunch, just craving for  dessert only. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was unable to soothe his worries earlier and thus this lead to my torture later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img239.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=77728_modesto_119_122_98lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img239.imagevenue.com/loc98/th_77728_modesto_119_122_98lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=77725_modesto_122_147lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imagevenue.com/loc147/th_77725_modesto_122_147lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Modesto @ Vivocity, because dear dear have a coupon for free regular pizza. Had I known the size of "regular", had Dear dear remembered the size of the serving, we would not have ordered an additional main course.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was nice, with great and prompt service. We started off with bread dipped in olive oil with vinegar, followed by the "regular" pizza. When the pizza was served, both of us were shocked at the size. The above picture was taken after I reached my fullest capacity, the original size was the whole plate, with lots of vegetables on top. I was stunned. The size could be comparable to the large size of Pizza Hut's pizza. Dear dear remarked that I had better eat as much as I could in order not to waste food, and not stop at merely one slice of the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was to my dismay, since the rice has not arrive yet at that point in time and to tell the truth, that one slice of pizza fitted perfectly into my stomach (i.e. not hungry anymore). Yet, how could I possibly stop eating because it was a treat from Dear dear and it certainly was not nice to waste so much food.&lt;br /&gt;Second slice was making me full and then came the rice...&lt;br /&gt;The breaking point came as illustrated in the pictures. Of course, the extent was not solely done by me. I was full to the brim that any next bit of food into my mouth will probably make me vomit out everything, thus a full-stop to my dinner. Dear dear was still chomping away, and making me laugh with jokes and funny expressions as well. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable due to laughing on a very full stomach, the food were continuously vibrating along with the abdominal muscle from the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a contrast when Dear dear was very full, his abdomen was still flat and mine was like a 5-months pregnant look. Anyway, he also could not finish the dishes, making me regret that I should have stopped earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to toilet immediately after that to release the fluids and felt slightly better. The torture came when I reached home. I went to toilet again to relief the capacity and woke up in the middle of the night to relief more capacity. The process was repeated 5 times. The stomach was just working furiously to clear the load. Although the food was nice, the aftermath was terrible. This would served as a lesson for me, not to be pressurized into eating over my limits. Dear dear was not at fault and I thanked him for the nice dinner. It was simply our mistake in estimating the portion of the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1604287411158448466?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1604287411158448466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-food-xx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1604287411158448466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1604287411158448466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-food-xx.html' title='Too much food!  &gt;_&lt;&quot;&apos;'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4401385519949983678</id><published>2008-03-14T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:27:08.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Cute bullfrog in front of the lift</title><content type='html'>I spotted this cute little frog facing the wall. Its colors were nicely blended with the tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img213.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=25490_banded_bull_frog_619_122_550lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imagevenue.com/loc550/th_25490_banded_bull_frog_619_122_550lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=25493_banded_bull_frog_122_4lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.imagevenue.com/loc4/th_25493_banded_bull_frog_122_4lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img218.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=25496_banded_bull_frog_022_122_403lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imagevenue.com/loc403/th_25496_banded_bull_frog_022_122_403lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4401385519949983678?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1181827069424363962</id><published>2008-03-11T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:59:17.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><title type='text'>Favourite shows when I was still very young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy4Gbai62ug"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy4Gbai62ug" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Z8fR9XY-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Z8fR9XY-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Meh8ibajwcA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Meh8ibajwcA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dr_6gYFHg-4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dr_6gYFHg-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p_fcdHabOs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p_fcdHabOs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1181827069424363962?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1181827069424363962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/favourite-shows-when-i-was-still-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1181827069424363962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1181827069424363962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/favourite-shows-when-i-was-still-very.html' title='Favourite shows when I was still very young'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4440852507050227593</id><published>2008-03-04T12:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:50:01.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Getting greedy</title><content type='html'>One day when my mom returned from the Popular book fair held at Singapore Expo, she was holding the "i-weekly magazine". I was about to "kop" her magazine when she said she wanted to read it and asked me to read the travel magazines she purchased instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I only wanted to visit Nara of Japan due to the deer park that Sensei introduced in class... Now that I have read the magazines, I also wished to visit Yosemite National Park in California as well... the place is so beautiful, like those of a fairyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Yosemite which I saw online that further tempted me into wanting to go to that place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nujphoto.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/misty-reflections-yosemite-national-park-california.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nujphoto.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/misty-reflections-yosemite-national-park-california.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ewallpapers.org/data/media/81/Mystical_Waters_Yosemite_National_Park_Califor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ewallpapers.org/data/media/81/Mystical_Waters_Yosemite_National_Park_Califor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to go Tahiti after reading about the activities one can do there, such as feeding the stingrays and sharks. The scenery is also very beautiful, giving an impression of a carefree paradise. Here are the pictures I found online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}  " href="http://www.beachcruises.com/sites/52154/images/100_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.beachcruises.com/sites/52154/images/100_0488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanrag.com/photogallery/Tahiti/Day%203%20Motu%20Mahana%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.americanrag.com/photogallery/Tahiti/Day%203%20Motu%20Mahana%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really greedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4440852507050227593?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4440852507050227593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-greedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4440852507050227593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4440852507050227593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-greedy.html' title='Getting greedy'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1824218329153164469</id><published>2008-03-04T12:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:46:05.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chicken Potatoes Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img211.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=03897_chicken_pie_122_464lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imagevenue.com/loc464/th_03897_chicken_pie_122_464lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=03899_chicken_pie_612_122_571lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imagevenue.com/loc571/th_03899_chicken_pie_612_122_571lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left picture was taken with the light on and the right was taken without any additional light. I followed my past home-economics recipe and I realized something was amiss - there was no indication of marinating the meat, and neither was there addition of salt when whipping up the ingredients. Won't the pie taste bland then? Hence I tried marinating the meat, but I cannot remember how to, so I roughly added some corn flour, soy light sauce and pepper. After completing the dish, I then realized I could have added some rice wine into the meat... Oh I also modified the recipe by adding mushroom in the contents and a bit of sugar into the mashed potatoes. The dishes turned out to be quite okay even though the potatoes didn't taste a bit sweet... (What a waste of sugar).&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1824218329153164469?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1824218329153164469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicken-potatoes-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1824218329153164469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1824218329153164469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-with-friends-photos.html' title='Chinese new year with friends (photos only)'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2705811886078983272</id><published>2008-02-18T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:33:26.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Belated Valentine's day celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img232.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43725_labrador_park_423_122_50lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imagevenue.com/loc50/th_43725_labrador_park_423_122_50lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img159.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43728_labrador_park_122_1000lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img159.imagevenue.com/loc1000/th_43728_labrador_park_122_1000lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img170.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43734_labrador_park_138_122_725lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc725/th_43734_labrador_park_138_122_725lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img106.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=50890_lab_nature_reserve_939_122_1065lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img106.imagevenue.com/loc1065/th_50890_lab_nature_reserve_939_122_1065lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=50895_lab_nature_reserve_355_122_477lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img221.imagevenue.com/loc477/th_50895_lab_nature_reserve_355_122_477lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img22.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=50897_lab_nature_reserve_364_122_1128lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.imagevenue.com/loc1128/th_50897_lab_nature_reserve_364_122_1128lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Harbourfront for lunch before proceeding to Labrador park for outing. At Harbourfront, dear dear bought me chocolates... how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unluckily, we forgotten to get some water to the nature reserve and I got so thirsty from erm... screaming at the spiders (too many big and small spiders were surrounding the path); one species moved very fast and, well, scared that it will land on me. Skinks (located on the right in the 4th picture) were common, and sighted one squirrel as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and more unfortunate thing happened later. Meanwhile, we happened to see a drink vending machine near the toilets. However, even after quenching my thirst, my right foot was sprained from previous night and prolonged walking aggravated the pain. Hence, we decided to return another time to finish the exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "goondu" part, I thought since bus no. 175 moved in that direction home, bus no. 61 should be able to go home in that direction as well. Sigh, same mistake on the same bus number. We took the wrong direction and ended up somewhere in Bukit Timah. Dear dear almost want to strangle me and knock me flat like roti prata. He asked me twice about the direction and I replied so confidently that it was going in the correct direction and oops, until I saw an opposite direction 61 that displayed "Eunos". My confidence waived. Too late, we ended up taking 985 at Jurong Kechil to reach back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my thirst is quenched but the craving was still present and hence, the trip to NTUC to buy more drinks home. Dear dear ended up carrying a heavy load of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged cards and he gave a rose as well. Thank you, dear dear, for being so nice to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2705811886078983272?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2705811886078983272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/belated-valentines-day-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2705811886078983272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2705811886078983272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/belated-valentines-day-celebration.html' title='Belated Valentine&apos;s day celebration'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6654847695013331374</id><published>2008-02-16T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:08:30.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img237.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32560_newyr08_122_427lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imagevenue.com/loc427/th_32560_newyr08_122_427lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img20.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32562_newyr08_712_122_1033lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imagevenue.com/loc1033/th_32562_newyr08_712_122_1033lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img195.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32569_newyr08mphosis_122_60lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imagevenue.com/loc60/th_32569_newyr08mphosis_122_60lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year with new clothes on, Dear dear is wearing Bossini and I am wearing the brown dress from some shop in parkway which I cannot remember the name and the orange dress from M)phosis. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minna, shinnen omedetou gozaimasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many happy things happened meanwhile, such as talking to a friend whom we did not talk to each other since pri4, planting balsam and taking a funny picture of the hamster sleeping on the roof. May this year be fruitful? May my braces be removed soon as well? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img193.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33166_balsam_122_129lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imagevenue.com/loc129/th_33166_balsam_122_129lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img218.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33172_hamster_271_122_388lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imagevenue.com/loc388/th_33172_hamster_271_122_388lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img127.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33174_newyr2008_122_835lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.imagevenue.com/loc835/th_33174_newyr2008_122_835lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, I have got a new bed sheet as well, one that I got to choose for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img162.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33295_my_new_bedsheet_122_885lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imagevenue.com/loc885/th_33295_my_new_bedsheet_122_885lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day fell on Chinese New Year period as well, but I have yet to celebrate due to my mother's birthday falling on the same day as well. I guessed I can never celebrate V day on the day itself. It was saddening in a sense when walking on the streets, I turned left and saw couples happily together, I turned right and saw people selling roses, I looked straight and saw restaurants having V day promotions and even when I closed my eyes, I got to hear radio playing V day dedications. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6654847695013331374?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6654847695013331374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6654847695013331374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6654847695013331374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2008'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1897754479820303647</id><published>2008-02-03T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:13:54.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies related'/><title type='text'>Bad job experience</title><content type='html'>I was quite hesitant to blog about this, because it will remind me of the bad feelings and have the possibility of affecting future job prospects as well, but I wish that this can be a lesson for me to find a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as before, there will not be any mentioning of company name as well as the names of the people involved. This is just in case I get sued for slander or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview took more than 3 hrs. I thought that if I did not get the job, it would be a sheer waste of my time. The people seemed unfriendly, almost treating the interviewees as being invisible, or worse, as obstacles in their path since the office was very messy and this made the passageway very narrow. The interviewer showed little sincerity, asking me to type to test my typing speed and yet he walked away while I was typing and I had to retype 3 times before he actually observed it. The pay package was attractive and he also employed me right on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called before the actual work started and asked me to memorize 3 pages worth of chart of accounts which was not properly photocopied, with some parts of the codes missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of work, I was hurried to work on drafting financial statements with brief instructions like "just follow the past year workings" and "gathered all the questions together and ask". There was no introduction to the other staff nor was there information about the environment such as the location of the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "retired" boss just stood behind or beside me and my friend, watching us work and gave  many unhelpful comments such as "Have you finished?", "Very slow", "Time equals to money". When we have questions regarding the work and asked him, he plainly replied, "I don't know. Ask xxx."&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to be very free just continuing his supervision with a lot of demoralizing remarks. I was trying my best to complete the assignment as fast as I could, however, there were problems with the fixed assets. Hence the assignment had to be put aside since that client cannot be contacted to clarify on the matter. The next assignment was completed more or less smoothly. The third assignment had some problems with taxation, and I had no idea on how to proceed since my experience regarding tax was null. The same situation happened, thus the assignment had to be put aside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were on GST computation for submission. He kept repeating "Must do properly, else will get fine." and "Do faster else late submission will also get fine." Anyone find those comments helpful? They just kept interrupting my flow of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to complete the task in a day due to my inexperience on the matter. He kind of forced me to do OT everyday. (There was no pay for OT and he kept glaring at me and saying stuff like "Finish what's for today before you go") I inquired about the urgency of the assignment with my senior and she said that it can be continue on the next day. She left and I was forced to continue finishing the bank statement part with alterations to the format. I knew it was part of my job so I just tried whatever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I did the rest and was almost done. I had stuff after work and had to go. (The actual dismissal time was 5:45pm but it was around 6 plus then.) He glared and grumbled the same stuff. I left because xxx said I can leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Monday, I finished the drafted copy and faxed to the client as instructed by the senior. On the copy were the company number and my name for the contact purposes. The phone was with many extensions, so I never took notice when it rang. He picked up and when he heard my name, he eyed me with that suspecting look and questioned me loudly, "Who's that?"&lt;br /&gt;That expression showed me that he suspected that I used the company's phone to call my relatives or friends. How insulting on my integrity! I picked up the phone and talked politely to the client regarding how much he wanted to claim for the GST input. I had to make amendments and to resubmit the amended copy. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until the client's form 5 cropped up. I had to call the client again to instruct him about the form as well as explained the problem. While I was calling, he was interrupting and forced me to listen to his "not-very-relevant" ranting. I did want to ignore him, but he kept calling my name. The assignment had to be delayed due to the absence of form 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushed to do e-filing in another office nearby. There were two stacks of clients' files and the instructions were given in a flow of words that I tried to catch since there wasn't time to copy them. As it was also the first time I was doing it, I was very slow, being careful and trying to familiarize with the procedures. There was a camera in the room. Never mind about that, I was trying my best to clear those files since I abhorred the thought of the client being fined due to my slowness. The deadlines for the earliest due within those stacks were either way overdue or due on 31 Jan. I made some minor mistakes which I found and corrected along the way. He still came, watching and disturbing with more rantings like "Must look at the payments carefully to avoid paying more than they paid us", "I think you looked smart, but how come so slow". Additional task of printing unread emails from the company inbox and distributing them made me busier than ever. I felt that I was still able to cope well, even though the email seemed to have a problem of jamming at one of the pages. I still completed the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, he entered and complained about the toilet rolls being used up so fast and etc, even suspecting that people were taking them home for personal usage. I was really disgusted at his behavior of being so calculative on minor stuff. I mentioned to another senior after he left and she said, "Last time was worse, one roll of toilet paper distributed to each of the staff and ordered them to use for a certain period." Such a weird behavior not observed in previous companies I had worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked OT on 31 Jan and completed all the e-filing. When it was 7+pm, while I was almost completing the filings, xxx added a few more such documents for e-filing and I finished them off as well. It was almost 8 before I took a final check at the inbox for new unread mails to print. He entered the room and asked me, "Why you worked until so late?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the computer screen and the immediate expression and the tone in saying "What mail are you sending?" was again telling me his thought that I was checking my own emails using the company's computer. What a joke. I explained and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I did as instructed by xxx to change the audit report copies. There was no dustbin in the room and hence, I put the to-be-disposed copies on the floor which I will clear them when I am done. The table was full of documents so there was nowhere else to put them. He entered and rambled on about the papers lying on the floor. I told him there was no dustbin in the room and he merely took a box and labeled it dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to the other office to get the documents for replacement, he called me into another room just to talk crappy stuff. He asked if I had questions. I asked about the working environment. (I know it seemed wrong to reflect such stuff from a newcomer but I just cannot take it and asked when the chance came.) I have no idea why I got so emotional while talking, but I asked about the weirdness not experienced in previous companies. His face blackened. He said that if I am not happy, I can leave. I was more or less talking on stuff I could not comprehend, the way we were taken into the job, the way of addressing colleagues, the way he watched us until I felt like a prisoner when I wasn't even slacking at all and and the way he kept talking and interfering with our work when he do not seemed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me into another room and more quarrels and unfriendly words broke out. On the first day at work, he said stuff like "When you come late for work, you can compensate the hours by working during lunchtime, take home to work or continue after working hours", compensate what when the senior told me the previous girl before me quit because she was given the same wrong idea as me, the pay will still be deducted as usual, no compensating hours such stuff. He said about me asking too many irrelevant questions about work when what I asked is to ensure my work is done properly with the emphasis of filing on time, without paying more than insured. He also mentioned on my interview that I can learn while working, now gave me this kind of crap. He can say one thing and the next moment do the opposite thing. He mentioned that I could clear all my doubts in one shot by asking him right after I completed my assignment.&lt;br /&gt; I told him that it was simply not true when the actual response will just be another assignment handed to me. He agreed until so reasonably, then what was the previous sentence for?! He even said bad stuff about the senior was acting when all along I was working next to her. She was there for 5 yrs and still has to be subject to such accusations. He did mentioned about why he have to trust me, and I agreed that trust was not given outright but to supervise until such extent that he really made me so uncomfortable, he should just do everything on his own. I just cannot get my point across and I was really pissed. I just wished he will understand  but need not agree with me. He merely used the past to impose on the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most upsetting part was when he said I never completed a single thing during the  few days I worked. I did so much stuff that I can list and even worked OT without pay just because of responsibility and his words made my blood boiled. It was as though all my efforts had gone down the drain. I replied, "Just give me my salary and I will leave."&lt;br /&gt;I defended that my questions asked was not irrelevant by telling my discovery that morning regarding a client's company type. He demanded to know which company. He really shouted at me. I was so upset, chiding him straight in the face that since he wanted me to leave, on what basis should I tell him that. He just said I probably cannot even remember the company's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They later asked me if I still wanted to continue working under the same supervision. I said I wished to work for long term, but the working environment just does not suit me. They asked if my friend wants to leave as well, I merely said "You have to ask her yourself." I even asked kindly whether my resignation was too sudden, and whether they needed me to work for a few more days in order to find a replacement. They just don't appreciate, so I left on that day. Why did I even bother asking...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While packing stuff, I told xxx that even if I could not remember the company's name, I did recall one of the director's name and signature.&lt;br /&gt;I have answered properly for the work I did but I was still left upset at all those hurtful words and actions. I was angry at the man, but I will not direct my frustrations to the rest, and so I left with a clear conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me now, I guess working environment as well as culture matters more than pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1897754479820303647?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1897754479820303647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-job-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1897754479820303647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1897754479820303647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-job-experience.html' title='Bad job experience'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2321474671583425852</id><published>2008-01-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:01:40.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><title type='text'>Queen of the night</title><content type='html'>Haha I found that in Wenwei's blog also have queen of the night but a mild version and here I will put my favourite version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gp6DFkWUsbc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gp6DFkWUsbc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2321474671583425852?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2321474671583425852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/queen-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2321474671583425852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2321474671583425852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/queen-of-night.html' title='Queen of the night'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2212570195093516379</id><published>2008-01-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:48:51.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>My 22nd birthday</title><content type='html'>Quite saddening, isn't it? In just a wink of eye, I became one year older... getting nearer to the 30s auntie age. Sigh... no matter how tiring is life, or work... there will bound to be happiness somewhere... something to look forward to... yea, my birthday celebration. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, that day happened to fall on a Sunday which my  F7 lecturer wanted to have class... from 2pm  to 7pm +++... &gt;_&lt; "' and hence my celebration was pushed forward to Fri and Sat.  My super nice dear dear, after my "constant reminder", bought my mom's present for me which was Baked Alaska log cake from Island creamery @ $28 and carried all the way to my house... :)   &lt;a href="http://img15.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32208_birthday_22_baked_alaska_515_122_1102lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.imagevenue.com/loc1102/th_32208_birthday_22_baked_alaska_515_122_1102lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img152.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32217_birthday_22_baked_alaska_338_122_1046lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imagevenue.com/loc1046/th_32217_birthday_22_baked_alaska_338_122_1046lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img227.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32227_birthday_22_baked_alaska_542_122_598lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.imagevenue.com/loc598/th_32227_birthday_22_baked_alaska_542_122_598lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img192.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=32235_birthday_22_baked_alaska_629_122_230lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imagevenue.com/loc230/th_32235_birthday_22_baked_alaska_629_122_230lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and dear played mahjong before cutting the cake. Wow... my dear improved a lot on his mahjong skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baked Alaska is very appropriately named, with the meringue as the top layer resembling the snow, the thick middle layer of ice-cream (super cold) resembling the thick ice beneath the snow and the cake as the land. The sweetness decrease from the meringue to the cake. The hardness increase in the same direction. Well, as for the red berries in between... hmmm... take them as carcasses buried in the ice waiting to be discovered someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat, my dear and I went to Serangoon Garden to eat guo tie and kway chup. Our dessert was the infamous Alcoholic Anonymous from ICE³. While waiting for ICE³ to open, I bought a box of mini oranges. The oranges reminded me of a time when I was cooking at my dear's house, while preparing and cooking, my dear peeled these small oranges and put them in my mouth. Very sweet and romantic, though weird picture... :) The box suddenly gave way when we walked out of ICE³ and we ended up picking oranges on the pavement and roadside. A few were squashed and had to be forgo, but majority still went home, so never mind about that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to learn is that next time when buying heavy loads of fruits, take 2 plastic bags over it to prevent unnecessary loss.&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/3254396657645496343-2212570195093516379?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2212570195093516379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-22nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2212570195093516379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2212570195093516379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-22nd-birthday.html' title='My 22nd birthday'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7484377698889403548</id><published>2008-01-09T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:53:15.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Kusu and St John Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img225.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=12238_ship_019_122_20lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imagevenue.com/loc20/th_12238_ship_019_122_20lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img106.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=12241_kusu_122_673lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img106.imagevenue.com/loc673/th_12241_kusu_122_673lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img101.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=12243_kusu_3115_122_988lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imagevenue.com/loc988/th_12243_kusu_3115_122_988lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img142.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=12245_kusu_8131_122_632lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imagevenue.com/loc632/th_12245_kusu_8131_122_632lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the sea from inside the ferry, the map of Kusu island for easy navigation, the tortoise sanctuary was filled with Red-eared terapins and  Snake-Neck tortoises and the biggest arrived on "shore". Kusu island was such a nice getaway from city life and noisy beaches ( compared to East Coast park ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img164.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11512_kusu_077_122_1184lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img164.imagevenue.com/loc1184/th_11512_kusu_077_122_1184lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img221.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11529_kusu_3169_122_155lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img221.imagevenue.com/loc155/th_11529_kusu_3169_122_155lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img150.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11532_kusu_5177_122_1070lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img150.imagevenue.com/loc1070/th_11532_kusu_5177_122_1070lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=11539_kusu_3200_122_401lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imagevenue.com/loc401/th_11539_kusu_3200_122_401lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest tortoise was not moving, perhaps sleeping inside the shelter ( I thought it was dead... ).  I am sitting on the tortoise statue. Dom dom fell asleep after our lunch. An unexpected surprise? I was hoping to see dog-faced water snake but never get to see one here, and then I chanced upon this at the temple... a reticulated python! :D Poor tortoises... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the same ferry will go to St john after Kusu, we decided to go as well, the price will be more worthwhile ($15 per pax for 2 islands). Luckily we went there this time round and not save for the next year... the island was not enjoyable at all, with nothing much to see. I was a bit disappointed, but still enjoyed overall from Kusu island trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=14116_stjohn_122_776lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imagevenue.com/loc776/th_14116_stjohn_122_776lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img195.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=13088_stjohn_331_122_177lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imagevenue.com/loc177/th_13088_stjohn_331_122_177lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img40.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=13094_stjohn_818_122_979lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imagevenue.com/loc979/th_13094_stjohn_818_122_979lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img218.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=13111_stjohn_847_122_547lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imagevenue.com/loc547/th_13111_stjohn_847_122_547lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on St John island, the last picture showed a weird creature which looked like a caterpillar with six legs only. The rest of the body drags behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7484377698889403548?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7484377698889403548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/kusu-and-st-john-islands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7484377698889403548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7484377698889403548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/kusu-and-st-john-islands.html' title='Kusu and St John Islands'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-712686366957206491</id><published>2008-01-09T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:37:09.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracing'/><title type='text'>The rubber bands are highly uncomfortable.</title><content type='html'>On my latest visit to the dentist, not only did my power chains get changed, there was an input of 2 rubber bands pulling the upper and lower jaws. These rubber bands have to be changed very time I eat, well, that will be very troublesome since must 自己亲自动手 to change and I am not good at it, causing the rubber band to recoil on my gums at times... Aw.... pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that this procedure is quite common so I shan't post any pictures. Due to the fact that the rubber bands were in place for 1 day only, hence when I woke up in the morning today, I could hardly bear to open my mouth. The feeling was like the jaws were glued together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-712686366957206491?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/712686366957206491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/rubber-bands-are-highly-uncomfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/712686366957206491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/712686366957206491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2008/01/rubber-bands-are-highly-uncomfortable.html' title='The rubber bands are highly uncomfortable.'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6513361909133582220</id><published>2007-12-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:26:06.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Kamisama mou sukoshi dake</title><content type='html'>My review after watching the show twice, one incomplete (watched 1 episode only) during sec school then and a complete one yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I watched the show through television, that one episode, the one in which Masaki (Fukada Kyoko) is making the speech in the hall, inspired me to research on AIDS and wrote a composition on that to submit as holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I tried to put myself in the shoes of a HIV patient and tried to construct the mindset of one. Now looking back, I guess the mentality is still far off from actually being the sufferer. Now that I got the chance to re-watch the whole show on the computer, I realized that although what I wrote then may be too happy (or simple in a sense), the whole show was too dramatically sad. Well, at least that is what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching it this time, I opened up another window for AIDS information to refresh my memory.  I guessed I was being sadistic, trying to picture how Masaki will die from AIDS since there are many ways one can die from AIDS. The story in my opinion, gave more details regarding the emotional aspect and neglected about the disease aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about AIDS, which is unique, like how spinocerebellar degeneration is unique in "One litre of tears". I just thought that the show could have paid more attention to the details surrounding that disease as well. The impression was that the producers were trying hard to create a beautiful picture, hence only headache and dizziness were captured. There wasn't diarrhea, vomit or spasm captured or even mentioned. How to convince the audience about the physical suffering of the patient? Using words like meningitis is simply not enough, and they never even explain much about what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started out well even though the plot was unbelievable at times, but it gave way to exaggerations and the characters got increasingly irritating with lots of conflicts and contradicting moves. At times I really feel like strangling Masaki, showing selfishness and consideration at inappropriate times. Kaoru (in this show) as well as the parents of Masaki were irritating most of the time. Their reactions seemed just to lengthen the show. Incredibly, Keigo (Takeshi Kaneshiro) seems healthier than Masaki even though he smoked dozens of cigarettes in almost every episode and Masaki did not get infected with opportunistic virus and bacteria by kissing him and being a 2nd-hand smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female doctor's acting was superbly lousy. She came across as robotic, without emotions in her words and expressionless without empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, "I love you with my body and soul." seemed super fake when Masaki slept with 2 other guys before Keigo and still can say such a thing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, Keigo seemed shocked to hear that he may get HIV and still sleep with, the now confirmed HIV positive, Masaki again. Yet, he never get HIV... wow, maybe he is immune to that strain, but the baby as well? So miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last scene where Masaki was dead was super funny. I was like wondering if she lied down on the floor, spread her wedding gown nicely then prepare to die. Isn't it weird that a moment she was hugging the baby and the next moment baby was so far from her? I thought babies tend to cling to the mother even when they are curious to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disappointment indeed, though few emotional parts were carried well, the story wasn't convincing and I never tear at all. Maybe if one never watch 1 litre of tears, this can appear appealing and good work but after watching that drama then this, this cannot make it and even if the theme was good, the plot wasn't strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if my dear dear is Keigo, after labor and the baby cried non-stop that scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaki: "Why is the baby still crying non-stop? The situation never improve, what if the baby was infected with HIV? What if I passed the HIV to her?"&lt;br /&gt;Keigo:"See la, ask you not to give birth liao, you still want... now complained to me for what?! It is not as though I never warn you like that."&lt;br /&gt;Masaki:"Will the child grow up to have heartache and I have passed away and not by her side?"&lt;br /&gt;Keigo:"Why didn't you consider that then lei? Now then think a bit too late..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6513361909133582220?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6513361909133582220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/kamisama-mou-sukoshi-dake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6513361909133582220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6513361909133582220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/kamisama-mou-sukoshi-dake.html' title='Kamisama mou sukoshi dake'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6644173875025943980</id><published>2007-12-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:59:33.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Japanese and Chinese gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img15.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37764_jpgncng_122_1098lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.imagevenue.com/loc1098/th_37764_jpgncng_122_1098lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img111.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37771_jpgncng_926_122_1001lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img111.imagevenue.com/loc1001/th_37771_jpgncng_926_122_1001lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img17.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37777_jpgncng_975_122_701lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imagevenue.com/loc701/th_37777_jpgncng_975_122_701lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img37.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=37784_jpgncng_982_122_901lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imagevenue.com/loc901/th_37784_jpgncng_982_122_901lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some of the pictures taken in the Japanese garden.&lt;br /&gt;Below were pictures of the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img121.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38246_jpgncng_635_122_1194lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img121.imagevenue.com/loc1194/th_38246_jpgncng_635_122_1194lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img126.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38252_jpgncng_548_122_948lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img126.imagevenue.com/loc948/th_38252_jpgncng_548_122_948lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img43.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38259_jpgncng_198_122_1147lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imagevenue.com/loc1147/th_38259_jpgncng_198_122_1147lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38266_jpgncng_3105_122_375lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imagevenue.com/loc375/th_38266_jpgncng_3105_122_375lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the Chinese garden... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img215.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38586_jpgncng_5124_122_47lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imagevenue.com/loc47/th_38586_jpgncng_5124_122_47lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img161.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38588_jpgncng_0159_122_1088lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imagevenue.com/loc1088/th_38588_jpgncng_0159_122_1088lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img214.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38595_jpgncng_8195_122_558lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imagevenue.com/loc558/th_38595_jpgncng_8195_122_558lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img193.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38597_jpgncng_8227_122_499lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imagevenue.com/loc499/th_38597_jpgncng_8227_122_499lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below were pictures of the scenery and a huge monitor lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38918_jpgncng_6130_122_758lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imagevenue.com/loc758/th_38918_jpgncng_6130_122_758lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38926_jpgncng_3168_122_220lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imagevenue.com/loc220/th_38926_jpgncng_3168_122_220lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38928_jpgncng_8176_122_87lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imagevenue.com/loc87/th_38928_jpgncng_8176_122_87lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img184.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38930_jpgncng_2254_122_166lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.imagevenue.com/loc166/th_38930_jpgncng_2254_122_166lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img111.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=38931_jpgncng_6275_122_722lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img111.imagevenue.com/loc722/th_38931_jpgncng_6275_122_722lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candid photos were not uploaded at the request of dear dear, but can roughly describe a bit. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Dear riding on tiger, pulling his shirt to cover his crotch area, blur blur expression.&lt;br /&gt;2: Dear riding on tiger, hand caressing his hair in '70s style&lt;br /&gt;3: Dear riding on tiger, both hands protecting his crotch area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went after a heavy downpour, hence the ground was wet and muddy. I was wearing slipper and dear was wearing sandals. When I walked on the grass to avoid the puddle on the stone path, I went "Eewk, stepped into mud...". Dear dear laughed.&lt;br /&gt;After which when he walked trying to go further to avoid the same patch as me,  he went "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...",  same fate as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things dear said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My nipple is getting burned from friction."&lt;br /&gt;This was due to my handphone was put into his pocket on the shirt, then I taking it out quite frequently to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like music coming from my chest."&lt;br /&gt;My handphone rang while it was inside his pocket, just imagine if it was in silent mode... will it be worse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6644173875025943980?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6644173875025943980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/japanese-and-chinese-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6644173875025943980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6644173875025943980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/japanese-and-chinese-gardens.html' title='Japanese and Chinese gardens'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4646150318574935603</id><published>2007-12-19T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:07:43.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Toy museum and Suntec City trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img166.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35486_tmpstcxmas_138_122_834lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imagevenue.com/loc834/th_35486_tmpstcxmas_138_122_834lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35493_tmpstcxmas_793_122_622lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imagevenue.com/loc622/th_35493_tmpstcxmas_793_122_622lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img143.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=35496_tmpstcxmas_4116_122_699lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imagevenue.com/loc699/th_35496_tmpstcxmas_4116_122_699lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post i guessed I have to make it less wordy and more pictures, since the whole day, the whole trip was so packed with activities.&lt;br /&gt;The above pictures were taken at the toy museum, I found the place to be enriching and interesting. Thanks to dear for his recommendation. The peacock toy, in my opinion, would be the ideal kind of toy. It seems appealing and cute to have such a big bird walking in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Suntec city to eat Subway and proceed to purchase movie tickets ( show was at 5.15 pm ). Meantime ( about 3 hrs to start of movie ), we went  to the book fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie we watched was "Alvin and the chipmunks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://palebird.com/CHIPMUNKS/coverwallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://palebird.com/CHIPMUNKS/coverwallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was not bad in my opinion, being so vibrant and cute. However, my dear gave it a 6/10 rating, saying the storyline was too expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img17.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=36201_tmpstcxmas_9128_122_758lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imagevenue.com/loc758/th_36201_tmpstcxmas_9128_122_758lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img5.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=36208_tmpstcxmas_4135_122_800lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.imagevenue.com/loc800/th_36208_tmpstcxmas_4135_122_800lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img12.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=36210_tmpstcxmas_5140_122_1067lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imagevenue.com/loc1067/th_36210_tmpstcxmas_5140_122_1067lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the 3 out of 6 Christmas trees  which we found to be nice. By the way, they were made of recycled materials. The rest looked skeletal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4646150318574935603?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4646150318574935603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/toy-museum-and-suntec-city-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4646150318574935603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4646150318574935603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/toy-museum-and-suntec-city-trip.html' title='Toy museum and Suntec City trip'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4345598464564551925</id><published>2007-12-19T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:32:22.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Following a recipe fully can be tough at times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img5.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=34081_tofu_and_pacific_clams_122_1051lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.imagevenue.com/loc1051/th_34081_tofu_and_pacific_clams_122_1051lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=34083_tofu_and_pacific_clams_817_122_222lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imagevenue.com/loc222/th_34083_tofu_and_pacific_clams_817_122_222lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my dear dear never get to taste this dish, he shopped for the ingredients with me. I needed canned pacific clams and while browsing for the item,  we get stock ( needed as well ). The canned pacific clams that we came across, the only brand, was quite expensive ( was more than ten dollars for a can ), making me so confused whether to proceed buying to cook the dish or not to buy and not to cook this dish. Dear dom dom then continue searching and came across cans of pacific clam stock ( something like that ) which was $3.30 per can if I remember correctly.  Great! I saved on the stock and pacific clams and get that instead, so much more cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cooking this dish then, the stock was more than enough, but not enough to consume the excess on its own as another dish, so I poured everything. In the end, it turned out quite soupy, instead of just gravy. Nevertheless, the dish was delicious, so the recipe book was worth the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4345598464564551925?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4345598464564551925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/following-recipe-fully-can-be-tough-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4345598464564551925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4345598464564551925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/following-recipe-fully-can-be-tough-at.html' title='Following a recipe fully can be tough at times'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5709111670317629409</id><published>2007-12-19T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:14:13.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Bukit Timah Nature Reserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img158.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33120_btnr_122_894lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imagevenue.com/loc894/th_33120_btnr_122_894lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img24.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=33129_btnr_656_122_791lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imagevenue.com/loc791/th_33129_btnr_656_122_791lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pictures were taken at Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. It was raining heavily that day, hence my dear and I waited for quite some time in the shelter at the main entrance before venturing onto the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had limited time taking photographs because of a date with my friends later in the evening. Although this was our second time in the nature reserve, I only spotted few animals. Quite disappointed because I thought that it will be exciting to capture photographs of animals in the wild, with the amount of luck needed to spot them and take their picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear consoled me and told me not to expect for animals, but to take it as a good form of exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5709111670317629409?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5709111670317629409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/bukit-timah-nature-reserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5709111670317629409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5709111670317629409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/bukit-timah-nature-reserve.html' title='Bukit Timah Nature Reserve'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4088917712129323788</id><published>2007-12-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:07:54.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Snake! Wee~ get to see it in the wild.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img193.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45634_outdoor_drain_snake_564_122_198lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imagevenue.com/loc198/th_45634_outdoor_drain_snake_564_122_198lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45639_outdoor_drain_snake_edited_122_362lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imagevenue.com/loc362/th_45639_outdoor_drain_snake_edited_122_362lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened while I was on my way home from my Japanese lesson, I think. I passed by a drain which was quite flooded with water and I saw many fishes swimming around. As I walked on and continued looking at the same time, I spotted this snake near a dark corner and I thought it was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake wasn't moving and was floating in the same position all the while. I was even thinking of fishing it out with a branch to measure its length... anyway I couldn't find any. I then tried to take photos of it. The K770i wasn't really made to do night shots, even with the torch on and it was unable to zoom at 3.2 mp, making me place my handphone quite close to the water. I was scared that if I got butter fingers, my phone will confirmed be lost in the dark waters and spoiled. Made me miss the presence of my dear who have k800i which can take better night shots. Oh, after I finished photographing the snake all I liked, the snake started to move... still alive wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake was identified as a dog-faced water snake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4088917712129323788?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4088917712129323788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/snake-wee-get-to-see-it-in-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4088917712129323788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4088917712129323788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/snake-wee-get-to-see-it-in-wild.html' title='Snake! Wee~ get to see it in the wild.'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-8085852416367142851</id><published>2007-12-08T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:17:40.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Another belated post</title><content type='html'>This I thought I have added in the November posts, but I have forgotten. Anyway, here it comes. The desire to make them came after eating Ramly burger in NUS and a pasir malam near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img202.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45211_my_ver_of_ramly_burger_122_192lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img202.imagevenue.com/loc192/th_45211_my_ver_of_ramly_burger_122_192lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img19.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45222_my_ver_of_ramly_burger_311_122_1017lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imagevenue.com/loc1017/th_45222_my_ver_of_ramly_burger_311_122_1017lo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burgers that I have made did not taste as flavorful  as  the original, although they were less salty and oily.  Yet I liked my edition with the addition of  crispy lettuce and juicy tomato slices,  making them more refreshing and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img19.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=45222_my_ver_of_ramly_burger_311_122_1017lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-8085852416367142851?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/8085852416367142851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-belated-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8085852416367142851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8085852416367142851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-belated-post.html' title='Another belated post'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6614166463901549600</id><published>2007-12-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:24:10.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>More dishes to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img196.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44041_bacon_wrapped_celery_with_carrot_122_532lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imagevenue.com/loc532/th_44041_bacon_wrapped_celery_with_carrot_122_532lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44052_bacon_wrapped_celery_with_carrot_029_122_611lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imagevenue.com/loc611/th_44052_bacon_wrapped_celery_with_carrot_029_122_611lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were made as an experiment by looking at a recipe, I wasn't sure if I can make the dish tasty hence the quantity was small in order not to waste ingredients lest they turn out to be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, they were quite easy to make and not bad in taste when accompanied with rice (very crispy because of the deep-frying process), although a bit too salty if tasted on its own. This dish was bacon-wrapped celery topped with carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img11.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44546_lunch_today_122_1159lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imagevenue.com/loc1159/th_44546_lunch_today_122_1159lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=44552_salmon_and_tomato_ommlette_122_251lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imagevenue.com/loc251/th_44552_salmon_and_tomato_ommlette_122_251lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were made this afternoon after following instructions from my mom. The vegetables were quite nice, but the salmon and the stir fried egg with tomatoes and salmon were both plain in taste (due to adding too little soya light sauce).&lt;br /&gt;The stir fried egg dish initially did not include the salmon inside which was caused by my blunder.&lt;br /&gt;I took the salmon packet outside the box within the freezer then thought "why so many bones" and I sliced thinly to get the meat. Later, that made my mom laughed out loud because that was really bony parts meant for making soup. She took out the fillet from inside the box and thawed it. In order not to waste the thin slices of meat, they were added to the egg and out came the dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6614166463901549600?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6614166463901549600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-dishes-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6614166463901549600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6614166463901549600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-dishes-to-come.html' title='More dishes to come'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5663705272007988436</id><published>2007-12-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:33:05.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Posting again after depressing exams were over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img193.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43097_western1_122_73lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imagevenue.com/loc73/th_43097_western1_122_73lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img192.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43104_western2_122_30lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imagevenue.com/loc30/th_43104_western2_122_30lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img24.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43112_western2_614_122_728lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imagevenue.com/loc728/th_43112_western2_614_122_728lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These western dishes were whipped up after my mother was hospitalized due to post-operation complications. After getting sick of eating outsourced food, I decided to buy some ingredients to cook. The simplest was to start off with frozen food... :D Anyway, there is no need to worry about my mother anymore. She is out of hospital now after almost dying there, and on the road to recovery at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img23.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43615_healthy_122_771lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imagevenue.com/loc771/th_43615_healthy_122_771lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img196.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=43627_simple_meal_122_173lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imagevenue.com/loc173/th_43627_simple_meal_122_173lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using whatever is available and knowing how to cook, out came my breakfast and lunch respectively. The rice was so nice... after so long of not being able to eat rice since my mother still in hospital then. Well, not so many people eating at home and hence the rice cooker, with a minimum capacity of 2 cups of rice, cannot be put into use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5663705272007988436?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5663705272007988436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/posting-again-after-depressing-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5663705272007988436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5663705272007988436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/12/posting-again-after-depressing-exams.html' title='Posting again after depressing exams were over'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6138300262468882713</id><published>2007-11-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:23:51.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>Cute photos taken and edited with my k770i :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img190.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=74474_cute_317_122_434lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imagevenue.com/loc434/th_74474_cute_317_122_434lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=74480_cute_020_122_233lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imagevenue.com/loc233/th_74480_cute_020_122_233lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img163.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=74483_cute_238_122_1126lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imagevenue.com/loc1126/th_74483_cute_238_122_1126lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=74489_cute_941_122_907lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imagevenue.com/loc907/th_74489_cute_941_122_907lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the photo of myself, the butterfly on the shirt is an add-on clip art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6138300262468882713?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6138300262468882713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/cute-photos-taken-and-edited-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6138300262468882713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6138300262468882713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/cute-photos-taken-and-edited-with-my.html' title='Cute photos taken and edited with my k770i :D'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6138811123301709828</id><published>2007-11-14T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:42:38.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My new batch of tadpoles - very belated entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img37.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73280_tadpole_batch_3_827_122_911lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imagevenue.com/loc911/th_73280_tadpole_batch_3_827_122_911lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73302_tadpole_batch_3_030_122_443lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imagevenue.com/loc443/th_73302_tadpole_batch_3_030_122_443lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img158.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73304_tadpole_batch_3_786_122_838lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imagevenue.com/loc838/th_73304_tadpole_batch_3_786_122_838lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img23.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=73310_tadpole_batch_3_0119_122_845lo.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imagevenue.com/loc845/th_73310_tadpole_batch_3_0119_122_845lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were pictures of my third batch of tadpoles, taken the day after I posted on the tag board that I would be going to get my new batch. The first 2 pictures were taken a few days later, while the other 2 were taken a few weeks later, so one can imagine how long they take to grow their legs in captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those curious where I managed to find so many tadpoles, there was a drain that was somewhere behind Manjusri Secondary School. After rainy days, the frogs would lay eggs which became tadpoles eventually if rainy season persisted.  The second batch (i.e. the experimental batch was taken when the tadpoles hatched not long and dry season arrived), were unlike this batch which grew quite big already when I took them. This current batch looked like black giant sperms (just joking) which keep swimming in my mind after a long observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 died, I don't know why, after which I released 3 after they grew 4 legs and shortened their tails. After a few more days, 3 died, probably due to them being too picky on the food. Their tails have not yet shortened. I released 2 more out into the wild with their tails still hanging behind their butt. Finally, that last one still with me now have not yet grown its front legs... super 'wols'... but at least still surviving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6138811123301709828?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6138811123301709828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-batch-of-tadpoles-very-belated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6138811123301709828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6138811123301709828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-batch-of-tadpoles-very-belated.html' title='My new batch of tadpoles - very belated entry'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-323071789319886402</id><published>2007-11-14T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:49:12.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The mysteries behind a computer that keeps me pondering</title><content type='html'>Everyday, every time I switch on the computer, I am wondering how on earth did software come about? What is the link between software and hardware of a computer? How does the computer language, the codes or instructions transform themselves into signals or energy that make something lifeless as hardwares understand and perform as instructed? It is like writing words (commands) on a petal of a rose like "drop your petals one by one, dropping right side means he love me and dropping left side means he love me not" and expect the stalk of rose to perform as instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that unlike rose's petals, the hardware of a computer consists of circuits which conducts electricity, but how do the codes transform themselves from instructions (maybe signals? No idea) to an action (like getting a graphic, making the cathodes shoot out in certain design to get a picture on the screen)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, when you write a program, you used a programming software to write that program, so how does the people write the most basic programming software, the original one used to create other programs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If programming software language C is written with programming software language B, does it mean that one can use B and decompile C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the computer differentiates between the storage of executional files and documents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-323071789319886402?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/323071789319886402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/mysteries-behind-computer-that-keeps-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/323071789319886402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/323071789319886402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/mysteries-behind-computer-that-keeps-me.html' title='The mysteries behind a computer that keeps me pondering'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7614432031336769257</id><published>2007-11-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:19:57.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Some stuff which I heard long ago</title><content type='html'>There will be three people you will meet in your life:&lt;br /&gt;The 1st is someone whom you like but he/she doesn't reciprocate the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd is someone who like you but you never reciprocate the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd is someone whom you like but not as much as 1st one, he/she who likes you but not as much as the 2nd one, but yet will be together due to the right timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, when one ponders back, the 1st and 2nd persons may become blurry and you may even wonder are they (the persons that come to your mind) the 1st or 2nd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyness is a double-edged sword which I came to realize it more or less only when I looked back in time. A guy whom I liked and yet dare not express myself only until the chance slipped by then come to regret, but at the same time, due to shyness, maybe I kinda protected myself from getting hurt from being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote that someone into my diary, he seemed to stuck in my mind from then, plus the photo taken when young, the image stuck was an image of his childhood looks. Can't be easily erased lei, dunno how? Even when I don't get to see him anymore since Sec 1 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my 2nd plus 3rd, I think is together ba, eh... er... not to say I liked him less but since is ongoing relationship, not much room to compare. Is like only when you knew you don't seem to have any more chance of seeing the person again, then the feelings accumulates and flood you at one shot... so dear,  don't upset yeh if you happened to be reading this post. Well, at least you appeared in the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7614432031336769257?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7614432031336769257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-stuff-which-i-heard-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7614432031336769257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7614432031336769257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-stuff-which-i-heard-long-ago.html' title='Some stuff which I heard long ago'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-6919205207815608168</id><published>2007-10-15T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:42:28.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Before I can even buy T650...</title><content type='html'>The horribly high price doesn't drop and there are so many not so good reviews regarding the phone going on, like the paint easily come off, the phone heats up suddenly etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then I regret why didn't I buy the K810i when it was selling at $148 sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the combination of K810i and T650 arrives... known as K770, aiyo so confused now.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore as a new phone the price is quite good being on par with an old good phone known as k800i ( Singtel pricing ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the cam is not as good as K810i, hmmm so should I go for good design but not-so-good cam or should I go for not-so-good design but better cam? Consider both prices about the same and my dear have k800i which the cam module is similar to k810... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-6919205207815608168?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/6919205207815608168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-i-can-even-buy-t650.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6919205207815608168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/6919205207815608168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-i-can-even-buy-t650.html' title='Before I can even buy T650...'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7410481283213815824</id><published>2007-10-15T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:21.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>ROM sometime back... ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RxL57xt_lTI/AAAAAAAAANE/b0t5NGm4Elk/s1600-h/ROM11+%28102%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RxL57xt_lTI/AAAAAAAAANE/b0t5NGm4Elk/s320/ROM11+%28102%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121430531627521330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not mine though... my elder sis's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, still very happy and envious, me and my dear being receptionists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7410481283213815824?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7410481283213815824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/rom-sometime-back-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7410481283213815824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7410481283213815824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/rom-sometime-back-d.html' title='ROM sometime back... ;D'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RxL57xt_lTI/AAAAAAAAANE/b0t5NGm4Elk/s72-c/ROM11+%28102%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4992063329176245578</id><published>2007-10-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:21.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Tadpole failure</title><content type='html'>I feeling so sad now, left with four tadpoles after so many casualties. Really have no idea what happened to this batch of tadpoles why the survival rate is so low. I guessed water, lavender tea, glucose and Pu Er tea all not that good after all ba. I will be expecting more deaths to come, sigh. Last time I tried Spirulina  drink solution on them, worked quite well lei, 2 out of 9 survived to froglets, would be 3 if counted in one which jumped out and got killed by my naughty cat. However, the drink concentrate ran out and quite expensive to get another bottle. That time happened to have. This time over 30 plus tadpoles left only 4, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rw-NKRt_lSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PUL2YS576W0/s1600-h/1stbatch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rw-NKRt_lSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PUL2YS576W0/s320/1stbatch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120466509038064930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was of the past year tadpoles, can't remember which year.&lt;br /&gt;The water is clear, not the Spirulina solution cause they were quite grown up so I thought there wasn't a need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirulina solution was pale green in colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4992063329176245578?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4992063329176245578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadpole-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4992063329176245578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4992063329176245578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadpole-failure.html' title='Tadpole failure'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rw-NKRt_lSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PUL2YS576W0/s72-c/1stbatch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1248326448322571111</id><published>2007-10-10T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:21.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Closing of the tadpole experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxPzht_lRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QazfYRWmca4/s1600-h/tadpole_exp+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxPzht_lRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QazfYRWmca4/s320/tadpole_exp+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119554623056614674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxOBht_lQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-TAWnHtm4rk/s1600-h/tadpole_exp+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxOBht_lQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-TAWnHtm4rk/s320/tadpole_exp+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119552664551527682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water in the bottle ( control ) was getting so smelly and murky that I cannot stand it any longer. Therefore, the water was dumped along with the bottle, but not the tadpoles. I fished out every single one of them ( I double-checked ) and transferred them to the Lavender tea after I changed the Lavender tea. The worms count increased tremendously in the drain water, from one to about ten? Quite disgusting trying to fish the tadpoles out of the bottle with the worms wriggling around, especially when one small tiny guy refused to cooperate and keep swimming back to the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was still no casualty, I assumed that Lavender tea could be a good substitute for the drain water. Would update once they grow into froglets, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1248326448322571111?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1248326448322571111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/closing-of-tadpoles-experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1248326448322571111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1248326448322571111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/closing-of-tadpoles-experiment.html' title='Closing of the tadpole experiment'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxPzht_lRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QazfYRWmca4/s72-c/tadpole_exp+%287%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2836512416096611083</id><published>2007-10-10T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:21.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Tadpole experiment - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxLMRt_lNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d1g5ecyZCVc/s1600-h/tadpole_exp+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxLMRt_lNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d1g5ecyZCVc/s320/tadpole_exp+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119549550700238034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to the tadpoles in the Pu Er Tea not eating at all, I scared they all starved to death and hence changed the solution to glucose solution. I thought even if they did not eat anything, they can still surivive because it was glucose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after 24 hrs have passed, I noticed half the population inside were dead. Have no idea why glucose was not good for rearing tadpoles, I changed the solution to jasmine tea ( the light brown solution ). Yet, to my deepest regret, the glucose solution weakened the survivors to the state that even they also cannot survive in the jasmine tea and hence, all were dead. The photo was taken in the morning of the third day. The third day night, all died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxLMxt_lOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y16uUYHjYmI/s1600-h/tadpole_exp+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxLMxt_lOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y16uUYHjYmI/s320/tadpole_exp+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119549559290172642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lavender tea have one casualty in the first day, but thereafter, all survived throughout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-2836512416096611083?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2836512416096611083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadpole-experiment-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2836512416096611083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2836512416096611083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadpole-experiment-part-2.html' title='Tadpole experiment - Part 2'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwxLMRt_lNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d1g5ecyZCVc/s72-c/tadpole_exp+%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4508259420398595272</id><published>2007-10-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:22.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Tadpole experiment - Part 1</title><content type='html'>This was an experiment regarding which solution was good for rearing tadpoles. The idea came about when I read about a book regarding frogs mutation and how the thin skin of the frog or tadpole interacts with the environment it was living in. The skin actually helped make the frog an indicator of the effects of the environment, that was the water it was living in. All were fed seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rwub2Bt_lKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L1CIsOGMHEQ/s1600-h/tadpole_exp+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rwub2Bt_lKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L1CIsOGMHEQ/s320/tadpole_exp+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119356753913287842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those in the bottle were placed in the drain water, where they were actually found. It served as the control of the experiment. They fed as normal, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwucyBt_lMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0OeFB0ld5dY/s1600-h/tadpole_exp+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RwucyBt_lMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0OeFB0ld5dY/s320/tadpole_exp+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119357784705438914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darker brown solution was actually Pu Er tea. The effect were such that the frogs do not feed much or at all. Well, it coincided with the fact that Pu Er tea was used for slimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rwub1Rt_lJI/AAAAAAAAALw/k0sgULWFaAU/s1600-h/tadpole_exp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rwub1Rt_lJI/AAAAAAAAALw/k0sgULWFaAU/s320/tadpole_exp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119356741028385938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution with things floating was Lavender tea. The effects were that the frogs ate normally, but they tend to sleep more? They remained more inactive compared to the control. Instead of just feeding on the seaweed, they also like to bite onto the floating lavender parts and floated along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that before separation, all tadpoles were taken from the same location, the drain, to be put inside the bottle. The situation was horrendous. If the water was purely drain water, very murky, there will not be much to see. However, it was diluted with mineral water and several dead tadpoles can be seen lying beneath while the live ones were feeding on the carcasses. There was also a red worm squirming around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-4508259420398595272?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/4508259420398595272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadpole-experiment-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4508259420398595272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/4508259420398595272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadpole-experiment-part-1.html' title='Tadpole experiment - Part 1'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rwub2Bt_lKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L1CIsOGMHEQ/s72-c/tadpole_exp+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5989922246793245161</id><published>2007-09-28T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:51:45.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies related'/><title type='text'>Independence in small audit firm?</title><content type='html'>The following is an account of my experience in a small audit firm, auditing one company, how it deviates from what I learned in class. I will not be disclosing the firm's name or the company name, neither will I be disclosing the names of the people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first audit experience. The company was a one director cum shareholder private limited. When auditing, my boss wasn't always around though he said he will guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day in the client's company, he was talking to the staff and director like friends (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;advocacy threat&lt;/span&gt;), while I was doing the work based on his instructions. He did entered into the room and continue guiding me after quite some time. Then i have not learn about threats to independence in my class yet, but the way he presented himself seemed like a PR manager to me. The company also bought lunch for both of us since it was situated in an industrial area (food is not near) and they didn't accept payments from my boss (considered as gifts?). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If the lunch was considered as gifts, the time in accepting them did not seem right, that is during the audit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the working days I couldn't exactly tell which days what things happened, but here are some things which I observed. While my boss is away to do some other work, I was left in the client's company and having to ask for documents from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;accountant&lt;/span&gt; (heard from my boss she wasn't qualified) who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;seemed to be quite familiar with the contents of the current audit file&lt;/span&gt;. Doesn't that make her easier to cheat? The boss left the working papers in her office such that need not bring the heavy documents to and fro. I also overheard the director saying stuff to my boss like "Hey, another audit firm quoted me a cheaper price. Maybe I should change?" (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;intimidation threat&lt;/span&gt;). The company was also lending money to another company (opened by the same director) which was not earning any revenue as heard from the accountant that the company seemed to be in a dormant state (for two years?). I thought was against the company interest and furthermore was debited as expenses. My boss then suggested shifting that to the drawings account. Towards the end of the audit, the accountant don't really want to answer me and said to my boss "Your assistant is very 'ti-ti' in a sense 'follow law by law'" and I was like thinking in my mind that "Yeah my boss very lenient, do whatever you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss asked me "Why does everybody think he has a lot of money?" He remarked that he is not very well-off kind. I guessed maybe, especially lowering the dignity to some extent to earn money. From what I heard from my colleague, the director was very rich, opening a series of companies and all or maybe, most of them are audited by our company. As such, the proportion in terms of earnings should be very large until the audit firm is dependent on the jobs by that one director. The audit firm also undertakes non-audit jobs as well, hence could have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"self-review" threat&lt;/span&gt; present as well. Well then, how can a small audit firm ever have some independence? Can it even expand itself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5989922246793245161?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5989922246793245161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/independence-in-small-audit-firm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5989922246793245161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5989922246793245161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/independence-in-small-audit-firm.html' title='Independence in small audit firm?'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-3245375341554047097</id><published>2007-09-27T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:22.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>So much fun with photo editing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvquGBt_lII/AAAAAAAAALc/23O8tbRXWwg/s1600-h/faber+with+bd21.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvquGBt_lII/AAAAAAAAALc/23O8tbRXWwg/s320/faber+with+bd21.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114591745396413570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3254396657645496343-3245375341554047097?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/3245375341554047097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-much-fun-with-photo-editing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3245375341554047097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/3245375341554047097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-much-fun-with-photo-editing.html' title='So much fun with photo editing'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvquGBt_lII/AAAAAAAAALc/23O8tbRXWwg/s72-c/faber+with+bd21.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-2151713923274902914</id><published>2007-09-26T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:22.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Mooncake festival celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvlbLRt_lEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Fhc8wvbS9SI/s1600-h/cqmcf07+%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvlbLRt_lEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Fhc8wvbS9SI/s320/cqmcf07+%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114219101148910658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvlbLxt_lFI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tf9SDaPhW1g/s1600-h/cqmcf07+%2834%29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvlbLxt_lFI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tf9SDaPhW1g/s320/cqmcf07+%2834%29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114219109738845266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Celebration  of Mooncake festival also known as Mid-Autumn Festival @ Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration kicked off at my house, starting with a light dinner of fried chicken wings, seaweed chicken, baby taros with sugar, pomelo, mooncakes and Chinese pu er tea. We proceeded to Clarke Quay for some photo taking session after the dinner. The decorations were glamorous and thanks to the people who took the effort in coming up with such nice creations. Special thanks to my elder sister who did some photo editing to enhance the pictures. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rvldixt_lGI/AAAAAAAAALM/kGXaxFLYrdE/s1600-h/cqmcf07+%2824%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rvldixt_lGI/AAAAAAAAALM/kGXaxFLYrdE/s320/cqmcf07+%2824%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114221703899092066" 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/3254396657645496343-2151713923274902914?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/2151713923274902914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-festival-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2151713923274902914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/2151713923274902914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-festival-celebration.html' title='Mooncake festival celebration'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RvlbLRt_lEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Fhc8wvbS9SI/s72-c/cqmcf07+%2833%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1867735884993878354</id><published>2007-09-24T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:53:36.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My sweet dear dear</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to my dear's dorm again. Stayed till 9 plus pm and we went to Mac to eat dinner. I merely asked for a fillet-o-fish burger, but my sweet dear dear gave me a pleasant surprise by up sizing his meal and buying the fresh apple with caramel so that  I can share. He said I eat too little so order more, scared I won't be full. So sweet of him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that he also suggested giving me money to take cab home since it was quite late and he worried, but I kindly refused since don't really wish him to spend so much on transport when I can just take bus. I appreciate the thought though, very nice of him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1867735884993878354?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1867735884993878354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sweet-dear-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1867735884993878354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1867735884993878354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sweet-dear-dear.html' title='My sweet dear dear'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5170467285481549279</id><published>2007-09-23T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:53:59.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Super duper cute ( watch last part )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45yabrnryXk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45yabrnryXk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5170467285481549279?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5170467285481549279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-duper-cute-watch-last-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5170467285481549279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5170467285481549279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-duper-cute-watch-last-part.html' title='Super duper cute ( watch last part )'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7699862873674661616</id><published>2007-09-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:22.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Mount Faber</title><content type='html'>This was my trip to Mount Faber.  The scenery up there was spectacular and i particularly liked the pond with many terrapins swimming and sun-basking. There were many beautiful flowers along the way, accompanied by gigantic red ants (they have this devilish glow).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_V4Vl19I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BJmd39YXNLU/s1600-h/faber+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_V4Vl19I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BJmd39YXNLU/s200/faber+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108840472431155154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the walk to reach nice sceneries was very demanding, was like so many stairs and stairs and stairs.... :( I so long never exercised and I really regretted, especially when my dear said, "Why you walked so slow?" The picture below was taken HALFWAY up, so you can imagined how many steps more to go... haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY-H4Vl15I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kkdlMBnZcHQ/s1600-h/faber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY-H4Vl15I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kkdlMBnZcHQ/s320/faber.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108839132401358738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I realized that going to Mt Faber actually need not go all the way to Harbourfront to start climbing, can do it from Bukit Merah which was like sooooo much nearer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_VIVl17I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fznau1wPgI0/s1600-h/faber+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_VIVl17I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fznau1wPgI0/s200/faber+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108840459546253234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_VYVl18I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8sFnQTorCT0/s1600-h/faber+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_VYVl18I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8sFnQTorCT0/s200/faber+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108840463841220546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rvle_Bt_lHI/AAAAAAAAALU/JXikK9lyzaM/s1600-h/faber+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Rvle_Bt_lHI/AAAAAAAAALU/JXikK9lyzaM/s320/faber+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114223288742024306" 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/3254396657645496343-7699862873674661616?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7699862873674661616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/mount-faber.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7699862873674661616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7699862873674661616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/09/mount-faber.html' title='Mount Faber'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RuY_V4Vl19I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BJmd39YXNLU/s72-c/faber+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7923003397402922314</id><published>2007-08-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:54:59.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Terribly sick</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling terribly sick, starting from Mon at work in the evening when I felt slightly feverish. I went home and took panadol. After that I felt better but the next evening I felt the slight fever again. I bought one After Eight mini chocolate to relieve my stress at work while on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my stomach felt very bloated and feel like vomiting and pang sai 'ing' but nothing come out either way. So, I asked bf for help. He suggested self-induced vomiting which I found quite gross, putting my finger into my mouth to dig. I tried to vomit by coughing, but very little vomit came out and my throat felt very sore. Went to rest on my bed and suddenly at eleven pm, I rushed to the toilet to puke continuously 4 times straight, so much stuff including my chocolate... rested a while then puked some more regardless of the medicine my mom gave me. I like puked altogether, including this morning, 8 times and lao sai 3 times when I puking in early morning.  Felt so terrible that my whole body was shaking and  I really felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor today and he concluded that I have a bacteria/virus infection.  After taking the medication I still felt dizzy and after dinner when I laid down on bed the rice felt like surging up my throat and now I feel like puking again but haven't occur so far. So miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7923003397402922314?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7923003397402922314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/08/terribly-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7923003397402922314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7923003397402922314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/08/terribly-sick.html' title='Terribly sick'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-8716482171218791412</id><published>2007-08-01T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:22.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Healthy Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RrAAu5e64uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6LBX8wuJWVk/s1600-h/healthy_breakfast+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RrAAu5e64uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6LBX8wuJWVk/s320/healthy_breakfast+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093571984260522722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So happy... ever since my elder sister took up cooking classes from palatesensation, she has been stocking up the fridge with so many ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she went shopping for groceries, my parents also went but separately and the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.... the fridge is stocked until want to burst lo. :D Hence, this morning, I took some ingredients out and cooked for myself a healthy breakfast. The white cubes are cheese. There are so many different cheese in the fridge, namely mozzarella shreds, grated Parmesan, cheddar in the form of flavored cubes and plain slices, as well as cheese sausages. I really wondered how frequent are we going to cook in order to use up most of the food before they perish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-8716482171218791412?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/8716482171218791412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/08/healthy-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8716482171218791412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/8716482171218791412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/08/healthy-breakfast.html' title='Healthy Breakfast'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RrAAu5e64uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6LBX8wuJWVk/s72-c/healthy_breakfast+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-5827855576614761200</id><published>2007-07-30T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:55:51.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the Phone I'm aiming to get... still not available yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trustedreviews.com/images/article/inline/4553-T650iFrontMidnightBluecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.trustedreviews.com/images/article/inline/4553-T650iFrontMidnightBluecopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada... the SE T650, although I really had no idea about its price range, but it looks nice and functions are attractive as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information about the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_t650-1984.php"&gt;specifications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_t650-review-149.php"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With credits from www.gsmarena.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5827855576614761200?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5827855576614761200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/07/phone-im-aiming-to-get-still-not-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5827855576614761200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5827855576614761200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/07/phone-im-aiming-to-get-still-not-yet.html' title='the Phone I&apos;m aiming to get... still not available yet.'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-4602491601584735049</id><published>2007-07-11T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:56:18.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>Some more... so happy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage - 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However, as there were too many people and the space on the phone was mostly occupied with my zoo photos... hence have some technical problems in taking the photos. Here is the pathetic one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_Rh6NT01I/AAAAAAAAAJM/G6M-j1vOILk/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2857%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_Rh6NT01I/AAAAAAAAAJM/G6M-j1vOILk/s200/zoo19062007+%2857%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084512884815549266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somebody else have taken better picts and posted it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.clubsnap.org/showthread.php?t=288614&amp;amp;page=9"&gt;http://forums.clubsnap.org/showthread.php?t=288614&amp;amp;page=9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/article/wifegangster3/wifegangster3.htm"&gt;http://www.moviexclusive.com/article/wifegangster3/wifegangster3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sgshoot.com/forums/showthread.php?t=912"&gt;http://www.sgshoot.com/forums/showthread.php?t=912&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-5720477132673666676?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/5720477132673666676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/07/continuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5720477132673666676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/5720477132673666676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/07/continuation.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_Rh6NT01I/AAAAAAAAAJM/G6M-j1vOILk/s72-c/zoo19062007+%2857%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-211358982030564549</id><published>2007-07-08T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:22.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>my Zoo trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro-9g6NT0rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aXg6Ny6wtjs/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro-9g6NT0rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aXg6Ny6wtjs/s320/zoo19062007+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084490877403124402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a disappointing trip in my JC1 to the zoo (it rained halfway and my photos look fat...), I managed to persuade my dear dear to accompany me to the zoo again. This time no entrance fees (woo hoo~) due to my elder sister able to get the zoo admission card from her company to admit up to four for free. Sad though because she kept forgetting and only able to confirm at last minute that she was able to get the card, I cannot invite friends along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear asked how long are we going to spend there. 2 hrs? 3 hrs? 4 hrs? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 19 Jun, we spent slightly more than 6 hrs there. :D I was happily snapping photographs with his k800i cam, tryin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CFaNT00I/AAAAAAAAAJE/pMg2EbEGFLw/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2846%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CFaNT00I/AAAAAAAAAJE/pMg2EbEGFLw/s200/zoo19062007+%2846%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084495902514860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CE6NT0zI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eOtZSGQJ97I/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2844%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CE6NT0zI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eOtZSGQJ97I/s200/zoo19062007+%2844%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084495893924926258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CEKNT0xI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lr0FYH_7lAA/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CEKNT0xI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lr0FYH_7lAA/s200/zoo19062007+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084495881040024338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y be&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CEaNT0yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4dlVaFsdzsM/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2861%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_CEaNT0yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4dlVaFsdzsM/s200/zoo19062007+%2861%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084495885334991650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st to t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_AO6NT0uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KOfqvd3TCr8/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2832%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_AO6NT0uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KOfqvd3TCr8/s200/zoo19062007+%2832%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084493866700362466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ake good pictures. Below&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_APaNT0wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ylM9dko2qJM/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2842%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_APaNT0wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ylM9dko2qJM/s200/zoo19062007+%2842%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084493875290297090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are some &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_APKNT0vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_FnYDAwPq4o/s1600-h/zoo19062007+%2839%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro_APKNT0vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_FnYDAwPq4o/s200/zoo19062007+%2839%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084493870995329778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more photos:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-211358982030564549?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/211358982030564549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-zoo-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/211358982030564549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/211358982030564549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-zoo-trip.html' title='my Zoo trip'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/Ro-9g6NT0rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aXg6Ny6wtjs/s72-c/zoo19062007+%2819%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-836442581988777502</id><published>2007-06-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:23.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>On 8th june 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuJT6QsxMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vSoSrR4RWhU/s1600-h/domwithbento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuJT6QsxMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vSoSrR4RWhU/s200/domwithbento.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074300380312814786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day morning, I went all the way down to NUS science faculty to give my dear dear a nice bento I made myself. He complained that NUS food is not nice so I just offered to make him bento lo and he asked for delivery service... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked so happy, so I also felt very satisfied that someone appreciate my cooking a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bento I named it the traffic light bento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuJ3qQsxNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NaM9uG8-b0E/s1600-h/traffic+light+bento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuJ3qQsxNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NaM9uG8-b0E/s320/traffic+light+bento.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074300994493138130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finished eating, we went to Bugis junction to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we become when we went to Suntec after that to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3 At &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLWqQsxPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qdfDJlLrTCM/s1600-h/short+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLWqQsxPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qdfDJlLrTCM/s200/short+hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074302626580710642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World's End.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLXKQsxRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0IOqG1rB0kA/s1600-h/short+hair+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLXKQsxRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0IOqG1rB0kA/s200/short+hair+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074302635170645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLW6QsxQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4t8UxsDdn3w/s1600-h/dom+new+hairstyle+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLW6QsxQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4t8UxsDdn3w/s200/dom+new+hairstyle+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074302630875677954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLWaQsxOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1pKNJLHzLrk/s1600-h/dom+new+hairstyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuLWaQsxOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1pKNJLHzLrk/s200/dom+new+hairstyle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074302622285743330" 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/3254396657645496343-836442581988777502?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/836442581988777502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-8th-june-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/836442581988777502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/836442581988777502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-8th-june-2007.html' title='On 8th june 2007'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmuJT6QsxMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vSoSrR4RWhU/s72-c/domwithbento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7329127233521732869</id><published>2007-06-10T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:23.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos fun'/><title type='text'>my long hairstyles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUk6QsxHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jjp3oEfk63A/s1600-h/longhair+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUk6QsxHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jjp3oEfk63A/s200/longhair+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074101660765963378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUlKQsxII/AAAAAAAAAGs/GIauLVLJoes/s1600-h/longhair+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUlKQsxII/AAAAAAAAAGs/GIauLVLJoes/s200/longhair+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074101665060930690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUlaQsxJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DfYSoQfO21c/s1600-h/longhair+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUlaQsxJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DfYSoQfO21c/s200/longhair+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074101669355898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUlqQsxKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XsdDS4Wb-7I/s1600-h/longhair+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUlqQsxKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XsdDS4Wb-7I/s200/longhair+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074101673650865314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUl6QsxLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cylNqi7yov0/s1600-h/longhair+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUl6QsxLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cylNqi7yov0/s200/longhair+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074101677945832626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the hairstyles options available to me when I had long hair... now no more...&lt;br /&gt;I have cut my hair short. These photos are taken to keep in memory the time when my hair is this long. heh heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7329127233521732869?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7329127233521732869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-long-hairstyles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7329127233521732869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7329127233521732869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-long-hairstyles.html' title='my long hairstyles...'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RmrUk6QsxHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jjp3oEfk63A/s72-c/longhair+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-7493727907119108318</id><published>2007-05-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:59:51.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Irony that is thought provoking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/%7Eamstein/pictures/PulitzerPics/Sudan%20%281993%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/%7Eamstein/pictures/PulitzerPics/Sudan%20%281993%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After seeing this image on the newspaper or magazine and the short description about it made me think about the huge irony behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said that the photographer after taking this photo left in a hurry, without checking if the child manages to reach the feeding station 100m away.&lt;br /&gt;He won a prize with this photo, yet 4 months after taking this photo, he committed suicide from depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, this child took so much effort trying to crawl to the camp, even with the vulture behind thinking of consuming her, never did she just laid there and give up. She just want to live so badly, and the feeding station is like her only hope. The photographer, in contrast, never lend a helping hand by carrying her an extra 100m..., never provide any food or water... and the worst of all, never think twice about taking his own life, something in which the child treasures so much and not given a chance (I personally don't think she did survive with the vulture so close and help so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one just let nature take its course? Should one learn from Angelina Jolie to offer a helping hand by chasing the vulture away and bringing the child to the salvation camp (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Borders&lt;/span&gt;)? How many can you help? While you help one, a few thousands more die. While you help the child, the vulture starved. Even if you helped, she may not even survive the ordeal. Faced with this kind of situation, what should one do? Even if you chose to walked away, why do you feel guilty? The child will soon be relieved from her suffering, and you lived with the lesson of treasuring what you have in comparison. Don't give up when you have a chance, especially when  someone tried so hard and yet she cannot achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is extracted from: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/southwestwa/stories/s1178715.htm" target="_top"&gt;www.abc.net.au/southwestwa/&lt;wbr&gt;stories/s1178715.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-7493727907119108318?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/7493727907119108318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/05/irony-that-is-thought-provoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7493727907119108318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/7493727907119108318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/05/irony-that-is-thought-provoking.html' title='Irony that is thought provoking.'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254396657645496343.post-1178083480993430832</id><published>2007-05-23T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:47:23.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>To Science Centre to watch dino omnimax movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHczrN3jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zxZjsG9bkLI/s1600-h/science+centre+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHczrN3jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zxZjsG9bkLI/s320/science+centre+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754040932032050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHgjrN3mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HX9L0OrDVIY/s1600-h/science+centre+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHgjrN3mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HX9L0OrDVIY/s320/science+centre+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754105356541538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHgDrN3lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gSh47WhmjMw/s1600-h/science+centre+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHgDrN3lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gSh47WhmjMw/s320/science+centre+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754096766606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHdzrN3kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OIyVE9_aIuI/s1600-h/science+centre+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHdzrN3kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OIyVE9_aIuI/s320/science+centre+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067754058111901250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also don't really know what to write. The movie effects are nice but the way the show is carried out is quite boring, not much excitement. It seemed that the whole movie is focused on the professor talking instead of the dinosaurs walking, their lifestyle in predicted theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... It seems that a change of angle makes the T-rex moved! Haha... is the same T-rex all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254396657645496343-1178083480993430832?l=shansq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/feeds/1178083480993430832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-science-centre-to-watch-dino-omnimax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1178083480993430832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254396657645496343/posts/default/1178083480993430832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shansq.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-science-centre-to-watch-dino-omnimax.html' title='To Science Centre to watch dino omnimax movie'/><author><name>shansq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ5J8zGkmMo/RlRHczrN3jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zxZjsG9bkLI/s72-c/science+centre+%2810%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
