<?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-11270674</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:45:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Idiosyncrasies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-1688308860921404222</id><published>2007-08-19T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:54:27.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i have not been posting for a while. But i guess this is a good a time to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to Jaredita, who left this earth prematurly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your have done,&lt;br /&gt;for your friendship given unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are, you will be missed dearly.&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much and will miss your warmth and bubbly nature.&lt;br /&gt;You always brought joy and fun into my life and into the lives of many of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-1688308860921404222?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/1688308860921404222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=1688308860921404222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/1688308860921404222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/1688308860921404222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-have-not-been-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-117542212847321473</id><published>2007-04-01T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:08:48.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner At Todai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/58727/Todai%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/320/625297/Todai%201.jpg" 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;Me, Jay, Terrence and Tyler at Todai Eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/809048/Terrence"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/320/267653/Terrence%27s%20bday%20cake.jpg" 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;Terrence's Bday Cake, ( Made up of smaller slices of cake cos no big one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/629821/Dinner%20at%20Todai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/320/44983/Dinner%20at%20Todai.jpg" 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;Crab legs, Chicken Yakitori and Sushi!!!!! YUM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-117542212847321473?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/117542212847321473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=117542212847321473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/117542212847321473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/117542212847321473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2007/04/dinner-at-todai.html' title='Dinner At Todai.'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-117542190246641527</id><published>2007-04-01T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:05:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Ball 2007 Photos</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Ball 2007  at  Hilton Prince Kuhio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/528859/Winter%20Ball%20table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/400/464580/Winter%20Ball%20table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/189926/Winter%20Ball%20table2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/400/243744/Winter%20Ball%20table2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Table, From Left to right. Jay, Agus, Priya, Neo, (not Sure who those 2 are), Daniel, Hale, Me, Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/880864/Winter%20Ball%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/400/224216/Winter%20Ball%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nikki, and Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/1600/299886/Winter%20Ball%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4129/907/400/459159/Winter%20Ball%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Love Birds) Hale and Daniel, Jay, Agus, Tyler and ME Outside the Ballroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-117542190246641527?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/117542190246641527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=117542190246641527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/117542190246641527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/117542190246641527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2007/04/winter-ball-2007-photos.html' title='Winter Ball 2007 Photos'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-117022447938635312</id><published>2007-01-31T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:21:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My school schedule for winter 2007</title><content type='html'>here are my killer classes for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;English 251 (3 credits) - Literature - Pre reg&lt;br /&gt;English 315 (3 credits) - Pacific Island Studies - Pre reg&lt;br /&gt;English 318 (3 credits) - Creative Writing&lt;br /&gt;Math 110 (3 credits) - Precalculas&lt;br /&gt;Religion 325 (2 credits) - D&amp;C 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 14 credits.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am an English Major just for your information.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-117022447938635312?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/117022447938635312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=117022447938635312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/117022447938635312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/117022447938635312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-school-schedule-for-winter-2007.html' title='My school schedule for winter 2007'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-116755382782592753</id><published>2006-12-31T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:30:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday&lt;/span&gt; To &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-116755382782592753?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116755382782592753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=116755382782592753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/116755382782592753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/116755382782592753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-116659976897561925</id><published>2006-12-20T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:29:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found the answer to the previous post...&lt;br /&gt;it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3NH4NO3+K3PO4 -&gt; (NH4)3PO4 + 3KNO3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-116659976897561925?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116659976897561925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=116659976897561925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/116659976897561925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/116659976897561925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-found-answer-to-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-116622464914944318</id><published>2006-12-16T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:17:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals are over but I am still stumped... Can someone balance this for me?? PLEASE???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    NH4NO3+K3PO4 -&gt; NH4PO4 + KNO3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i did it would not balance!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-116622464914944318?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116622464914944318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=116622464914944318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/116622464914944318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/116622464914944318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/12/finals-are-over-but-i-am-still-stumped.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-115688451245319976</id><published>2006-08-30T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:48:32.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawai'i</title><content type='html'>It has now been 8 months since I left Singapore to come to Hawai'i. Summer is just over and school starts on Wednesday, 30th Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened. My favorite is that summer is finally over. Working 10 hrs everyday is really tiring. We only have a 30 min break and have to stand the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;It has been really hot lately, the sun shining everyday,  But it was fun too. yesterday, some friends and i went to Chinatown and Ala Moana, to buy stuff and to have a last bit of fun before school starts. We found a shop that sold curry maggi noodles and bought a lot. I also have a ricepot so i can cook noodles in my room when i am hungry. Here we have a lot of food gatherings and eat our favorite dishes from back home. It is actually fun to try dishes from Malaysia that we would not get in Singapore, or cook the same kind of food in different ways. It's also good to get a break from the cafe which is well..... edible but not appetising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also went to sharks cove to swim and snorkle. While there, I fell down on the rocks and now Sport a huge bruise on my arm. We saw a lot of fish and really regret not bringing a camera. But there is always next time. After that we went to sunset beach to watch the sun set.  Now that was cool... Again we forgot the camera.... Before we left, we made a dinosaur nest in the sand and left huge footprints... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about my english but i get the feeling its not improving... haha. There are a lot of malaysians here and when we are together we speak Singlish. The funny thing about Speaking singlish is that people around us always ask us what language we are talking in... And when we reply in english, they do not believe us. but we are really speaking in English!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everone have come back from vacation and internships and the new students are in so the campus is now filled with students when just a week ago was still empty almost like a ghosttown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i had the chance to meet Joanne and her husband who were in town for part of their honeymoon. It was great, being able to bring them around PCC, and introduce them to the Polynesian culture here.&lt;br /&gt;Hawai'i is a wonderful place. It is the only place where you can live and learn from so many people all over the world. It is said that there are 76 different countries represented here in Hawai'i, and probably more each new semester.&lt;br /&gt;It is great to have friends from all over the world. Here peace is a very fragile thing, Life is filled with many challenges, but with friends from all over the world, you are safer then when you are on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the saying "If you want a friend, you first have to be a friend." That is the way it is here. Make friends, and then your life will be much simplier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-115688451245319976?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115688451245319976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=115688451245319976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/115688451245319976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/115688451245319976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/08/hawaii.html' title='Hawai&apos;i'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-115345763044860729</id><published>2006-07-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:53:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish list...</title><content type='html'>I have been here in Hawaii for 7 months. And have found i want a lot of things. So here is my wish list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dried Chinese Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;2. Dried Prawns&lt;br /&gt;3. Dried Anchovies (Ikan Billis)&lt;br /&gt;4. Fried carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese Chicken curry&lt;br /&gt;6. Blachan&lt;br /&gt;7. Agar agar powder&lt;br /&gt;8. Satay peanut sauce&lt;br /&gt;9. Milo/Horlics&lt;br /&gt;10. Laksa&lt;br /&gt;11. Tom yum paste&lt;br /&gt;12. Chinese herbs to boil soup&lt;br /&gt;13. mama's sweet chilli&lt;br /&gt;14. Nasi lemak chilli&lt;br /&gt;15. CHILLI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;16. Gula melaka&lt;br /&gt;17. Char kuay toew&lt;br /&gt;18. pau (big, char siew, chicken,)&lt;br /&gt;19. Glutinous rice .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all for now, if i think of some more ill be back to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-115345763044860729?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115345763044860729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=115345763044860729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/115345763044860729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/115345763044860729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-wish-list.html' title='My wish list...'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-114419523029533438</id><published>2006-04-05T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:01:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive still.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a long time since I have written something on here and i guess i should start again. The end of the winter semester is about to come to an end in just about 3 weeks plus or minus. So much has happened, we have had song fest and gatherings and parties as well as lots of homework and papers to write. It has also been raining and flooding non-stop for the past month or so.. with a break in between of 1-2days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so busy, and all rushing around. i just wish I could find time to catch my breath in the mad rush of things. People may say that University is more relaxed, not true. TO me University is worse than Poly or high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be losing a lot of my things here. I have lost a jacket, an umbrella and 5 pens since I have been here. That is not good. People are asking me for photos but unfortunately I do not have a digital camera so photos are no go right now. May be next year when i get my tax returns I will be able to buy a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that things are okay. When people ask me how I am, I say what everyone says here, "I'm still alive, and trying to stay that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be more regular in my blogging from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, right........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-114419523029533438?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/114419523029533438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=114419523029533438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/114419523029533438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/114419523029533438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-alive-still.html' title='I am alive still.........'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-114064870603483590</id><published>2006-02-23T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:51:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Spiders!!</title><content type='html'>I seriously wonder what is going on. The other day was a frog in the toilet, now that is not that bad. But this morning we had a HUGE spider in the room. It was as big as my palm!!! The was my roommate's and my wake up call!! sheesh... It was fast too... We were so scared. Finally we have a unit mate help us kill it with newpaper!! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qn now is "What Next?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-114064870603483590?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/114064870603483590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=114064870603483590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/114064870603483590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/114064870603483590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/02/attack-of-spiders.html' title='Attack of the Spiders!!'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-114043320102901286</id><published>2006-02-20T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:00:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog in the Bathroom!</title><content type='html'>There was a huge gigantic frog the bathroom today. I heard at least 3 screams from girls who were surprised by it. We tried to catch it and put it out, but ended up in tears from all the laughter and screaming. We were so loud, we had out RA (resident advisor) come over and tell us to be quiet. oh well. we finally got it out, but was told to expect more because, its winter now and is going to rain a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so cold here, that it is ridiculous. A windbreaker and long jeans and shoes are no longer enough. I need a woolen sweater that goes all the way to my feet!!! It has been said by those who have been here for the previous winter, that this is the coldest so far, it has never got this cold before. Sheesh... I hope it doesn't get colder.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is getting sick because the weather is crazy... freezing cold in the moring, hot and sunny in the afternoon, and rainy and windy in the evening...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well got to live with it.. that the only way to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately Not Paradise!! At least not for me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-114043320102901286?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/114043320102901286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=114043320102901286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/114043320102901286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/114043320102901286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2006/02/frog-in-bathroom.html' title='Frog in the Bathroom!'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-113359748286312635</id><published>2005-12-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:11:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Message to You</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the gift of LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;For letting me be me,&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you’ve touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;And all the precious memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For all the good times we have had,&lt;br /&gt;And all the sad times too,&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you’ve brought to me,&lt;br /&gt;Even when I had the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for accepting me,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way I am,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me a change to shine,&lt;br /&gt;And cheering when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For helping me to see and feel,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the world,&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me to sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;As it all unfurled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whom else I can thank,&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm thanking you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Is how much I Thank You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-113359748286312635?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/113359748286312635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=113359748286312635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113359748286312635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113359748286312635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving-message-to-you.html' title='Thanksgiving Message to You'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-113219843945966552</id><published>2005-11-17T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:33:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Stake Conference</title><content type='html'>Singapore 6th Nov 2005,&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Conference Hall&lt;br /&gt;10 am.&lt;br /&gt;(Beamed in through satelite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Elder Callister&lt;br /&gt; - In the past safety depended on where one lived. Now safety depends on how one lives.&lt;br /&gt; - Elements cannot take away eternal life; only the violation of out covenants can do it.&lt;br /&gt; - As long as we keep our covenants, nothing precious can be taken from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Sister Callister&lt;br /&gt; - Regardless of our eye colour, hair etc. we are all sons and daughters of God and must serve with love.&lt;br /&gt; - Today there are hearts to cleanse and souls to heal,&lt;br /&gt; - What such glorious consequences can flow from mundane acts of small thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Sister Kent&lt;br /&gt; - Don't ever forget to pray.&lt;br /&gt; - We must hold on to the iron rod (the gospel) fiercely.&lt;br /&gt; - Take hold, and hold strong. If we do so, we will be able to eat of the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt; - We must do these things even when we do not know what the Lord has in store for us. We must do it because we love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt; - We must choose today to cling to the iron rod and to make it a part of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Elder Eyring&lt;br /&gt; - As we feel forgiven, we will forgive others more easily.&lt;br /&gt; - "He that have the spirit of contention is not of me (GOD) but of the devil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. President Hinkley&lt;br /&gt; - Be Strong&lt;br /&gt; - Be true&lt;br /&gt; - Be virtuous in thought and deed. God will bless you if you do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-113219843945966552?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/113219843945966552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=113219843945966552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113219843945966552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113219843945966552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/11/multi-stake-conference.html' title='Multi-Stake Conference'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-113176252895194007</id><published>2005-11-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:28:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity:</title><content type='html'>To be able to stick with a job until it's finished; to do one's duty without being supervised; to be able to carry money without spending it; and to be able to bear an injustice without wanting to get even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-113176252895194007?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/113176252895194007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=113176252895194007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113176252895194007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113176252895194007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/11/maturity.html' title='Maturity:'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-113176238889648334</id><published>2005-11-12T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:26:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I am and mean to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An embarressment because I am fat and ugly, not slim and beautiful like all their friend's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The only girl they know who has what they call a messy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A greedy fat pig who has taught my brothers to be evil and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A spendthrift who never buys anything of worth to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-113176238889648334?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/113176238889648334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=113176238889648334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113176238889648334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113176238889648334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-i-am-and-mean-to-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-113014475035468876</id><published>2005-10-24T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:20:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST....</title><content type='html'>Everytime I talk to my friends, I am reminded of what I could have but lost. Everytime i talk to my friends, I am reminded of where i could be right now but am not. Everytime I talk to my friends, I feel more depressed, disheartened, alone, and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that friends who are supposed to understand you and support you rarely understand what you are going through? They pretend they do and give out advise that has no meaning or bearing to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to say something, but to really do it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are stuck, but to accept it and find a way out... thats hard.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a friend who knew when I need a little love and sympathy instead of being right all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no one out there who really understands? Ya everyone has afflictions. But everyone needs love and support during those times of afflictions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often read about people who are sensitive to this, and about people who receive sincere love and empathy from those angels around them.&lt;br /&gt;Then when hard times hit me, I wonder where these angels are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have often told me that I am too nice and caring. Mayb they are right... Mayb its time I become a bit more selfish and selfcentered, instead of thinking of those around me. I should start thinking of myself.&lt;br /&gt;After my operation, I had so much to catch up on with my calling and stuff, that i didn't really bother with my own emotional and mental health. I threw myself, my all into whatever needed to be done. It was the only way i could forget the fact that i'm still in Singapore. It was the only way to forget the reasons, i could not leave. Mayb that was the wrong thing to do. After all no one cares about you. They care superficially but not sincerely.... They are all so interested in their own life, problems and so called afflictions that they don't have time for yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then WHY should I care too? So mayb I shouldnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I will not care anymore!!! I am going to be the most selfish person alive!!!!! At least i hope I can be.!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more friendly, kind, caring me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-113014475035468876?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/113014475035468876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=113014475035468876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113014475035468876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/113014475035468876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost.html' title='LOST....'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-112753355191683609</id><published>2005-09-24T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:48:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered if the friends you have are true friends? Think about it... What kind of friends do you have? Are they the kind who Come to do when everything is well? Or are they the kind who dump you when you start acting silly or start fishing for sympathy? Have you ever thought you knew your friend very well, having spent so much time together, but then when you turn around you find out you never actually knew them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us don't want to think about it because as long as we have friends we are ok. It doesn't matter who they are or what kind... But Beware, these friends may turn around and backstab you when you are not looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, A thought for you. What kind of friend am "I"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-112753355191683609?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/112753355191683609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=112753355191683609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112753355191683609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112753355191683609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-112667763678192197</id><published>2005-09-14T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:04:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I want....</title><content type='html'>These are the things I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Mini Fridge ~ USD$250&lt;br /&gt;2. A Car ~ USD$1000&lt;br /&gt;3. A House of my Own ~ SGD$1000/mth&lt;br /&gt;4. A Kitchen of my own ~ SGD$???&lt;br /&gt;5. A JOB!!!!!!! ~ SGD$???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should it be, A Car or a Mini Fridge??????&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-112667763678192197?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/112667763678192197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=112667763678192197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112667763678192197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112667763678192197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-i-want.html' title='The Things I want....'/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-112540175849045711</id><published>2005-08-30T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:35:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had an operation abt a week ago where they took out a huge cyst and my left fallopian tube. Now i am at home stuck in singapore, bored to death, feeling lost, forgotten, depressed and very disappointed with a lot of ppl. A lot of my friends rather. Many of them didn't even bother to call to find out how i was doing after the operation. They all knew what was going on cos an email had been sent out earlier to tell them. But no news. Is this telling me sth? Is it letting me that this is how important i am to them? I am so important that they don't even bother to come visit me? Or at least give me a phonecall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know People give me the excuse that they are busy and that they had no time. But come on... How long does a phone call take? 1 hr? If that is the case then you have got your priorties wrong. Even if you jus take 5 mins to call me to find out how i m I would be happy, but less t hem 5 did that. If they are busy then my dad is just as busy, but he still can find time to visit me in the hospital everyday i was there. So why cant others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just very tired of excuses, which is what everyone has... No one is willing to think of others. They are only concerned with themselves and how well they are doing... Everyone else is like jus a sunday friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what i am too? Just a sunday friend? Well if that is not the case.. You are going to have to prove it. And visiting me now at such a late date is not going to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I am different from the normal convntional person. Most people would rather not have people visit them when they are sick but to wait till when they well. But for me, I would rather have ppl visit me when i am sick and shower attention during that time and not wait till i am well and walking around. Cos then i can do things by myself already and do not need help. If you wanna wait till i am well b4 coming over to visit me, then i'd rather go out and meet you for dinner somewhere. Cos i am well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends are coming to my place tmr evening, but to me.., Its too late. i dont need your help anymore cos i can do everything myself. If you had wanted to come and visit me, then you should have come earlier when i needed your help and sympathy. Now, im ok on my own. I dont need your help or ur sympathy anymore. I Am well!!!! ITS TOO LATE to show how much you care. Cos i know just where i am, where i stand as your friend. Which is far far behind everything else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-112540175849045711?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/112540175849045711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=112540175849045711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112540175849045711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112540175849045711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-had-operation-abt-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-112305480248132522</id><published>2005-08-03T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:40:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just going through my calendar today and counting the days i have left, and I suddenly realized that i only have 15 days left. 15 days till i leave singapore forever??? Sigh.... I wonder what my life will be like away from my parents living in a place i grew up but this time on my own? Wonder what Hawaii will be like now nearly 15 yrs later? Will I be ok on my own? How will life be? Wonder how my family will be after i leave? Happy probably.... Oh well.... I'm not going to think about it. The more i think the worse it be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-112305480248132522?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/112305480248132522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=112305480248132522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112305480248132522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112305480248132522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-just-going-through-my-calendar.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-112106818551112212</id><published>2005-07-11T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:51:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sth happened yesterday. And no matter what people say, it has bothered me a lot. So much so that i'm writing to you at this time of day, or night. Yesterday was our Sunday. We had our normal meetings and I had my usual rush of meetings and other activities that is normally had on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having some food after one of our meetings and it was pasta, so u noe a tomato based sauce leaves a very bad stain on white clothes or on anything basically, right? So I was standing at the doorway to a room eating a plate of pasta. Suddenly somebody knocked into me, and my plate as u probably have guessed, went flying. This girl was standing next to me. Luckily for both of us the pasta did not hit any of us but feel splat onto the floor right in the middle of the doorway. Well I should not have said that it did not hit any of us. I was lucky. She had a bit of it on her arm. But her clothes were clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shocked me was that she said "I Hate You" to me. I was very shocked and literally speechless. I said, "I’m sorry". And well what more do you want me to say? Anyway she burst into tears right there and started to drag her bf out and said she wanted to go home. Like it was all my fault. Oh and did I tell you that a lot of other people were there too because of all the various meetings and activities that were going on? As well as some very important people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words she said still keep ringing in my mind. Even thought everyone else said that it’s ok that it was just an accident. And that they knew that I did not do it on purpose. But that is the first time someone said such a thing to me and in front of a lot of other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault? Do I really deserve to have someone say that to me? Would you have said such a thing if it had happened to you? I don’t know. I’m trying hard to remember what others said that it’s ok and that it’s not my fault. But the words "I Hate You" are very strong words. To me, i’m not sure about you. Such words are not something to be taken or said lightly, in a jest or for fun. But from her, they came out so naturally like she says it all the time to everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now no matter how hard I try, well...they keep running around in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can’t call you to talk on the phone like I could when you were still in sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset and distressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-112106818551112212?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/112106818551112212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=112106818551112212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112106818551112212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/112106818551112212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/07/sth-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111891161545315940</id><published>2005-06-16T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:46:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess i should start updating my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Well i have been so stressed this past month. What with the convention and the talent night coming up. and of course getting ready to go over to Hawaii. I Feel as if i have been forgotten in some way. I dono. Its just very lonely now. all i do the whole day is play games on my computer. boring.... anyway..... the stress is not over cos there is all those post convention worries to take care off....&lt;br /&gt;oh well what to do? Some people jus never care.... they are to engrossed in their own lives to remember their friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111891161545315940?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111891161545315940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111891161545315940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111891161545315940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111891161545315940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-i-should-start-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111285457281242610</id><published>2005-04-07T08:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:03:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore - A place of Pleasure or of Torture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singaporeans - How Openminded Are They and In What Sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is Singapore a Place of pleasure or is it one of torture? Are Singaporeans openminded or are they too brainwashed to think beyond what is directly in front of them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are the 2 questions that have been running around in my mind for a very long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From an outsider's point of view, Singapore is an absolute paradise, until they meet the people. Bear in mind that it is not everyone but just a small handfull of human beings who tend to spoil it for the rest of us. Having been on the receiving end of some of these people, I can understand why some people never want to go back to a place after they have visited it and have met some really "nice" people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are my thoughts on the 2 subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the first one, to me, Singapore in not a place of pleasure. It is 1. too hot. 2. too many kiasu singaporeans who want to be the first into the train, out of the train, onto the bus, down the bus, onto the escalator, in queue for whatever it is they want to get. Although Singapore has a "be courteous" campaign every year, yet there are many instances of discourteousness, which are more then courteousness. Every day on my way to work I am faced with such people, and I can say that I am ashamed at times to be called a Singaporean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes we do have places of interest, places that can be called pleasurable, but its the weather and the people that destroys it. I can understand why tourists and some foreigners who come here visit or to work, do not want to come back after meeting some of these people. Because I too face the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the second one, to me a lot of singaporeans are not very openminded. When I say that I mean they sometimes cannot accept someone else who has a different opinion contrary to theirs. The other I was in the office talking to some of my coleagues, and the subject of Michael Jackson and his charges came up. Well I said that I felt he was very pityfull, and that I had compassion and everyone stared at me like I had grown horns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is sad that people just believe what they see on the new or in newspapers. To me, news was to make you think as well as to make you aware of the things that are going on in the world. You should never believe everything you see or hear on TV and in the news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So is Singapore a place of pleasure or is it one of torture? And are Singaporeans as openminded as they want they are? I will leave that to you to decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111285457281242610?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111285457281242610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111285457281242610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111285457281242610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111285457281242610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/04/singapore-place-of-pleasure-or-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111236093166276985</id><published>2005-04-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:25:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a few people in my life with whom I am seriously considering severing ties. I wonder how some people can become even more childish as they grow older. I have always thought that a person would grow up to become a more mature and openminded person. But it seems that I have been proven wrong again. It is sad how some people can become... Whats that word? More selfish and selfcentered even after a year out of school. Is it the world that has made them that way? Or were they like that in the beginning but I was just to blind that I did not see it?&lt;br /&gt;After talking with some others or mutual friends I should say, I have found that many of them agree with me in these situations. These people are not worth worrying about or even thinking about. But then, they are still aquaintances aren't they? I would not want to do this, but to me, it has come to a point of where "enough is enough". I absolutely refuse to go through it anymore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are reading this.... Let us hope and pray that you are not one of them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it come to my next question. What actually are friends? Are they people with whom we can talk with and who can understand us? Or are they people who pretend to be understanding and friendly, but are actually cold, proud and selfcentered? Are they people who care about us and our worries and problems? Or are they those who think only of themselves, their worries and problems and want others to worry about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are friends real? Or are they just a fantasy in our minds where we Imagine those around us are our friends? I miss my close friends in the States. They were those whom I respected and with whom I could talk about anything in the world and who did not judge me. They were friends who could do anything and not worry about being tired or dirty. They were what I call REAL Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever find such true friends as they were? Or like I said, are they only just imaginary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111236093166276985?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111236093166276985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111236093166276985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111236093166276985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111236093166276985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-are-few-people-in-my-life-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111184942083464780</id><published>2005-03-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:05:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a wonderfull but tiring day Friday was. In the morning we had a picnic at the botanical gardens. I was so surprised that so many people turned up. But then another surprising thing was that no one ate anything. I wonder why they came to the picnic but did not eat anything? Wierd. Anyway, it probably shows that singaporeans never go on picnic's and therefore do not know what to do on a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world happened to Marina Square??? It is all renovated and has no entrances anymore. Its so hard to find the way in!!! And then when we finally got in, everything was closed, and it was so hard to negotiate the way around... Don't think I would want to go back to Marina Square again for a long long time no matter how nice and new it is!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111184942083464780?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111184942083464780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111184942083464780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111184942083464780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111184942083464780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-wonderfull-but-tiring-day-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111158201914171378</id><published>2005-03-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:46:59.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hurting all over and i have a huge cut on the palm of my hand. I'm so unlucky today. Tripped over the curb fell flat on my face and started bleeding everywhere. Sad... Wonder why singaporeans do not stop to help those who need them? A few people walked by while I was on the ground, but none stopped to help or enquire if i was ok. But then do I stop?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i hurt all over and I'm half dead. I'm soooo tired but for some reason when i go to sleep, i can't sleep. I have spent 2 nights tossing and turning and each day when i go to work, i'm just so tired that i cant concentrate. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep, as in really fall asleep not toss around the whole night or doze of every hour.... Wonder if i ever will be able to sleep again without staying up till 2 am in the morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111158201914171378?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111158201914171378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111158201914171378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111158201914171378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111158201914171378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-hurting-all-over-and-i-have-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111141202653965811</id><published>2005-03-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:33:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was mom's birthday. Think my dad forgot it though, haha. My mom had to get her own cake... Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a dental appointment at the polyclinic today. The one at Bt Batok but for some reason they do not have any vacancies till june!!! Can u believe that? I have to wait till june to get my teeth checked!!! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i went to cut my hair today too.... For some reason, when it was cut, it became really curly. I do not know why. Do u? So now I have super curly hair, which i did not perm in the first place. I hate curly hair! If its on someone else then it looks good. But when its on me, its bad! Makes my face look bigger, but my mom says its ok so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE CURLY HAIR WHEN IT IS ON ME!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111141202653965811?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111141202653965811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111141202653965811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111141202653965811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111141202653965811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-moms-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111081748548904122</id><published>2005-03-15T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:33:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, another midnight entry. Anyway, saturday was so cool... I had dinner at Marche with my family cos we wanted to celebrate my mom's bday early. And then i headed down to the Esplanade where they had this really nice outdoor performance. This band was playing jazz and swing, and it was really good. I really enjoyed myself. It seems that they are having a festival this week. Too bad i was alone, it would have been great to have some other people there. Some friends came down for a while but then they left and i was alone again. Not sure who is really interested in the arts and music???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was good too. We watched a fireside by President Nelson. He is a really funny guy! Too bad some people couldn't make it. I was seriously beat. On the way home, I was wondering how I would be able to make it, because by that time, I was working on auto already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I seriously have to start packing my room. It is getting messier and messier. Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am SICK again!!!! Going to die soon... Hope somebody cares about me enough to call to ask how I am... But that will probably never happen.... Wonder what has happened to the caring friendship in this world we have come to? Everyone seems so caught up and engrossed in their own life and problems that we have all forgotten about those around us who may be worse off. Because when we remember to think about those around us, we find out that our problems aren't that bad after all and that others have it worse. But then I wonder if anyone will ever come back to this stage of sensitivity and caring...?&lt;br /&gt;Comments anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111081748548904122?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111081748548904122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111081748548904122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111081748548904122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111081748548904122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/sigh-another-midnight-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111055375705755129</id><published>2005-03-11T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:09:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sooooo tired today. I woke up at 530am this morning to get ready to go to the airport to send meiling off. I'm so happy for her!!! But i'll miss her. It's like I've just lost my sister!!!  Anyway, i know the lord will take care of her because she is doing His work. Luckily i did not cry. I have that tendency when I'm at the airport and a friend is leaving... On one have I'm happy for her, But on the other hand, I'm kinda sad that she is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;No more saturday night dinners and talks by the river near the esplanade, no more meeting during activities, no more hugs and talks on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... just thinking about it is making me cry... And just when i thought i was going to be ok........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok got to change subject!!! NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing else to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate airports!!!!! Soon it will be my turn, and I'm sure I'll cry buckets of tears, which is not what i want. But oh well... It would be good if I went with someone, then it would not be so lonely. But then we are all alone arn't we? That life! We can be a part of a group and yet be alone at the same time. Sad but true. Wish i had a group that i could be a part of and not feel lonely. Wonder if my wish will ever come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111055375705755129?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111055375705755129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111055375705755129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111055375705755129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111055375705755129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-sooooo-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111038469342076446</id><published>2005-03-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:11:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew boy do i stink..... Anyway... It's probably to be expected since i just came back from dinner at marina bay, where all the bbq restaurants are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun... and a bit sad. Tonight will be the last time i have dinner with Meiling. She will be leaving on friday for a 1 and a half yr mission. That is 18 months.. and if you think about it... 18 months is a long time. And then I'm praying and planning to go to Hawaii.. in April, and who knows when I'll get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... that is life.... we probably all won't meet again untill 10 years from now, I hope.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss her.... and i don't really want to go to the airport to send her off cos i know i will definately cry... But a promise is a promise! And i promised her and Max that I would be at the airport when they leave...&lt;br /&gt;So I guess i'll just have to control my tears and hope I don't make a fool of myself on friday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111038469342076446?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111038469342076446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111038469342076446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111038469342076446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111038469342076446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/phew-boy-do-i-stink.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111034002648197137</id><published>2005-03-09T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:47:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many times do I have to kick myself in the head before I learn my lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went out for a drink with my friend again. And on the way home i had a major stomachache again. I seem to be getting such stomach problems more and more frequently. I wonder what is going on with my body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i bought back some curry puffs and sardine puffs to eat today, but guess what? My dad ate them.... its alway like that!!!! It's so not fair!!!!! My mom never buys me the curry puffs and  then when i bought them myself, they get eaten.... Sigh.......... That's life I suppose.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111034002648197137?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111034002648197137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111034002648197137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111034002648197137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111034002648197137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-many-times-do-i-have-to-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111020747068303599</id><published>2005-03-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:57:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people let themselves be used or walked on over and over again? Does anyone ever understand what it means to be equal partners in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Do guys have some kind of stronger power over women that is unrecognizable until its too late? If not, then why do women fall into the trap of love and softheartedness for a guy and dig themselves a pit so deep that they are unable to climb out at the end of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is said love can be found at the end of the rainbow. Well so are lepercorns and pots of gold. But as yet, no one has found them, so probably, love would be as elusive and as imaginary as those lepercorns and pots of golds. Or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111020747068303599?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111020747068303599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111020747068303599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111020747068303599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111020747068303599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-do-people-let-themselves-be-used.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11270674.post-111012428556732834</id><published>2005-03-06T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:51:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Kinda funny typing a sort of journal online. Never really had a journal or rather its been years since i have written in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really interesting, during conference, sitting in front of me was this little boy. He would often repeat things that were said by the leaders who were speaking. It was quite funny really. Anyway, its was really good today. The speakers were good and definately inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was interesting as well. We had a guy in from the UK, and we were bringing him around Singapore. Yesterday we saw him off at the airport, but before that we had dinner at Crystal Jade (his treat hehe...). We even made him eat century eggs, which are a delicacy in Asia but gross food elsewhere. It was fun bringing a guy who has never been to Asia around Singapore, though it was a bit difficult because he was working during the day and would only finish work at about 7p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a good week. Hope this week will be either better of just as good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11270674-111012428556732834?l=lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/111012428556732834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11270674&amp;postID=111012428556732834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111012428556732834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11270674/posts/default/111012428556732834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeidiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-kinda-funny-typing-sort-of-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>MoonStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02723719024364047590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
