<?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-16794321</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:30:45.039+08:00</updated><category term='Mind is in a whirl'/><category term='Confused'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-6714328456925506543</id><published>2009-08-04T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:56:46.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Blogsite</title><content type='html'>This entry is the final post in this blogsite. Enough of Blogger. Moving over to Wordpress. Catch me on http://routeinlife.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6714328456925506543?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6714328456925506543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6714328456925506543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6714328456925506543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6714328456925506543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-of-blogsite.html' title='Change of Blogsite'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3131569809075484393</id><published>2009-07-29T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:04:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Medication Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My second visit to the doctor in less than a week. The prescribed medication didn't work on me very well and yes, i'm not fully recovered as yet. Red and swollen throat, nasal congestion, incessant cough and full body aches. Thankfully the fever didn't come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; So now, this flu robbed me two weeks of holidays. It seems like it will jeopardize my final week of holidays as well. Life can't get any worse. At home, boredom is driving me nuts. I have a number of outdoor activities i haven't got about doing. Oh man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Notwithstanding, being at home with Daddy and Mummy is pretty fun :) Lots of teasing and laughing.. Probably that's one reason my sore throat doesn't cure. Haha.. In addition to that, i have lots of reading time to spare. None of which is preparation for the new semester though. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Enough said, hopefully this flu clears up in time in return for my freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3131569809075484393?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3131569809075484393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3131569809075484393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3131569809075484393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3131569809075484393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-medication-again.html' title='On Medication Again'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4254410372107104395</id><published>2009-07-26T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:26:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Family Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was the man who chauffeured Daddy and Mummy during their wedding. He was the man who watched me grow up. He was the man who constantly spread joy and happiness to the people around him. On 23 July 2009, he was rid of his sufferings and left peacefully. He was 64.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Shortly after grandma's death in December 2008, he was diagnosed with cancer. The cancerous cells were relentless. Within three months, they attacked his lungs and invaded his bloodstream. Just five months and he was no longer with us. It was heartwrenching to see him leave, but at the same time, we were relieved he was finally released from his sufferings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; I then realised how deeply death emphasized the fragility of life. One moment he was there smiling and laughing his heart out. The next moment, he is lying peacefully in the coffin, still and feeble looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; As i grow older, i hear of more deaths. It signals my closeness to death. Although it is part and parcel of life, sometimes, it's too much to bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Just Friday, i caught the infotainment episode of 'I shouldn't be alive 2'. It pained me to watch the final two days of how this 15 year old teenager struggled his way to the Colorado River in Grand Canyon. Each minute, he was inching nearer to his death. Eventually, he dropped dead from heatstroke. It struck me real hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Every second that you and i are living is extremely important. There are so many things i have not gone about doing. Composing a song of my own, playing a perfect piano piece, volunteering my time to community work, doing my part for the family... Death may come knocking on my door anytime, as much as yours does. It's inevitable yet frightening. Cherish those around. That's what everyone always say. Sometimes, only when death strikes will people cherish the moment and very soon after, all will be forgotten and back to the routine. That's just human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Uncle Harry, you will always be remembered for your radiance and warm spirit. Rest in peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4254410372107104395?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4254410372107104395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4254410372107104395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4254410372107104395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4254410372107104395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-of-family-friend.html' title='Death of Family Friend'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6262075077145593654</id><published>2009-07-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:23:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Addicted to badminton recently. Stephie, it's all your fault! Haha.. *Winks* Enjoyed a 2 hour session of badminton with both Stephie and Huiling on Monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Shortly after i reached home, flu-like symptoms started developing. Despite the sore throat, flu and cough, i was lucky i didn't develop fever. Or that would spell more trouble. Visited the doc on Thursday when the symptoms refused to subside. Fortunately, it was merely the seasonal flu bug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; However, because of me, Sentosa trip had to be cancelled! I'm so sorry, gals. Really very guilty about that. Thankfully, the gals were understanding. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; At least another two days before i complete my prescribed course of antibiotics. Meanwhile, i'm confined at home. Uber bored...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6262075077145593654?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6262075077145593654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6262075077145593654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6262075077145593654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6262075077145593654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-confinement.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2462036274848500158</id><published>2009-07-17T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:16:41.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rackets all the same but the sports are nothing alike. Lightning reflexes, well trained skills and techniques are required to play the sport well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Badminton, the all-time favourite during my primary and secondary school days, had long left me. Blame it on tennis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Along with Stephie and her two friends (whom i couldn't quite catch their names), we played doubles rally. A rather interesting play. The best few minutes of play were with Stephie. Haha.. One versus one. Faster paced game. That's what i like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Two hours were over in a blink of an eye. And it was time for lunch at a nearby coffeeshop. Energy replenisher for SJ :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2462036274848500158?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2462036274848500158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2462036274848500158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2462036274848500158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2462036274848500158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6907295429881667379</id><published>2009-07-15T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:48:43.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was one of the rarest moments where the entire family caught a movie together. Unfortunately, Ice Age 3 wasn't as good as i thought it would be. An occasional laugh to mask the numerous boring scenes. No roars of laughter in the theatre except for this little boy who was easily amused. Apparently, he was funnier than the movie itself. Sadly, it wasn't as laughter stimulating as i expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after the movie, it was dinner at Eighteen Chefs. The menu selection was intriguing. You can be your own chef! That means you can select your choice of rice/pasta, base and ingredients. So cool man. But no, i didn't try that. Ala carte was our choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another factor that made me love the restaurant was the choice of staff. Delinquents and youths-at-risk quote unquoted, to wait and serve. Tattoos and all but they are extremely polite and helpful. One even tried to crack a joke when he served us ice-creams. Haha.. interesting fellows. And the boss was formerly trained at Jamie Oliver's! The one and only Singaporean to do so. How cool is that :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Food: Acceptable&lt;br /&gt;Price: Reasonable&lt;br /&gt;Ambience: Lively &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A good choice for students because the set lunch costs only $6+ for a pasta/baked rice, drink and soup. If i didn't remember it wrongly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here's the url to Eighteen Chefs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eighteenchefs.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.eighteenchefs.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6907295429881667379?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6907295429881667379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6907295429881667379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6907295429881667379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6907295429881667379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-age-3-dawn-of-dinosaurs.html' title='Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5987875550970892391</id><published>2009-07-11T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:59:06.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling @ ECP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather wasn't a letdown. In fact, it was such a good sport, i ended up getting sunburnt. Time for another skin changing period. The thought of going through the itch and pain once more is miserable. Oh man... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;God bless if skin cancer doesn't find its way to this potential carrier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cycled at ECP with Eugene and Leonard. I clocked an all-time record of 20km in 2.5 hours. The pleasure in cycling were washed out by torture. I was totally drained on our route back. Quicker paddling was necessary to meet the time limit. Of course, we weren't able to, because of me. Nevertheless, both the guys were extremely encouraging. Haha.. thanks dudes. And thankfully, the uncle decided not to charge us for overtime. Phew...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Legs were wobbly after cycling. They nearly crumbled when i climbed up and down the stairs. I'm bound to suffer from lower body aches starting tomorrow. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BK Whopper meal was a much needed energy replenisher. Coke tasted heavenly as a thirst quencher for once in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Afterwhich, we adjoured to Toa Payoh Safra Club to play 'Left 4 Dead' with Chris' company. I can never outplay the guys. The time i spent making 360-degree turnabouts was more than the time i spent killing zombies. It was horribly fun but i'm not cut out for it, unfortunately. That's a second record for the day - 2.5 hours of lan gaming. Not that i'm proud of. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dinner time! But Whopper was owning my stomach still. Nonetheless, i downed a plate of noodles for the sake of eating. Bad bad bad. And it's time for home! My bathroom awaits me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5987875550970892391?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5987875550970892391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5987875550970892391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5987875550970892391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5987875550970892391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/cycling-ecp.html' title='Cycling @ ECP'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4975860481412394169</id><published>2009-07-10T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:06:46.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers @ Iluma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunched at Tsubohachi. A Japanese restaurant subdivided into three adjacent mini restaurants. Interesting concept. Very quiet in there except for the continuous play of background music. We were perhaps the group that added life to the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Food was moderately good. Personally favoured the seafood omelette Bao bao ordered. Yums~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Soonie spotted an entirely new hairstyle which left us totally amazed. That's a bold move, Soonie. Haha... Kudos to you. Bao bao and my hairstyles are nothing compared to hers. So funky and a tinge of punk. The girl turned man. Lol. Oops..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stephie, time for you to have a new haircut too. Haha... all of us did it this week. So it's your turn now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to topic, Tranformers! Highlight of the day! One word for it. FANTABULOUS. 2.5 hours was barely enough. It didn't feel like 2.5 hours ticked by. Definitely worth the money. The sound effects were so extensive, they shook our seats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Optimus Prime rocked my socks. Coolest character in the show, at least to me. Commander-in-chief, that handsome... heh heh.. I didn't drool, thankfully. Bumblebee was adorable. And Baobao was laughing so loudly. Lower down your volume, girl. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677732146611362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sla-BDjYBKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EQrgXgqaCYU/s320/joshua+david+duhamel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If there's a third instalment, i'm sure to catch it. Such a waste i missed the first. Oh well.. anyway, i'm lazy to blog further. Haha.. Transformer's slogan to date:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS - ROBOTS IN DISGUISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4975860481412394169?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4975860481412394169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4975860481412394169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4975860481412394169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4975860481412394169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-iluma.html' title='Transformers @ Iluma'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sla-BDjYBKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EQrgXgqaCYU/s72-c/joshua+david+duhamel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-3649825257577796093</id><published>2009-07-07T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:23:59.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The humidity in Singapore is getting on my nerves. With my hair slowly inching its way down my back, i can hardly bear the heat any longer. And so, today, i went to have my hair snipped off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not totally, no intention to go bald and be associated with some charity "stunts" like many other women do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;An estimated length of 4 inches were cut off. It always feels good after a hair cut. Not only do i feel my head no longer weighing me down, it's also easier to manage and far more cooling. In addition, i am now spared from my parents' naggings. Not because they asked me to have my hair cut, but because the ends of my hair happen to be hungry whenever i have my meals. Dipping into soups, taking a lick at my rice... I bet you can imagine that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So yes, enough of the maddeningly long hair (at least to me it was), they were snipped off. Come to think of it, it took a year to grow to the length i previously had and less than an hour to have it removed. And within the same time period, it was reduced to a non-living thing and lost its thread of life. The magic of scissors. Haha.. what lame sh*t am i crapping about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In any case, Bao Bao and i will be showing off our new hairdos on Thursday to our lovely darlings. Actually, not anything new on my side.. just reverting back to my old hairstyle before it grew. But i can't say the same for Bao Bao. We are (i hope) in for a surprise, right? *Giggles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3649825257577796093?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3649825257577796093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3649825257577796093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3649825257577796093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3649825257577796093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6726987845267754851</id><published>2009-07-06T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:08:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampines Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Hokkaido Fair advertisement spread over a page of the newspapers caught our eyes. Everyone unanimously agreed to shop at Tampines Mall on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;An oily stench lingered in the atrium. In the end, we only circled the perimeters of the fair, watching people queue for ice-creams and manju cakes. I suppose they were the cheapest and most affordable food at the fair. A cup of seafood chawamushi was going for S$9! Freaking expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Settled for lunch in the food court. Our favourite Northern Indian cuisine - nan with tandoori chicken and different types of curry! Had it both for lunch and dinner :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shopping time! Bought plently of stuff from Isetan, Esprit and Valerie. Cost Daddy almost $700! Holy cow... Really had a good time shopping. Got another top and a pair of slippers for myself :) Wardrobe revamp in process. Heh heh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's a wonderful Sunday out with Daddy, Mummy and Babe. *Hugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those interested in the Hokkaido Fair at TMall, here's the url:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isetan.com.sg/newsletter/index.jsp"&gt;http://www.isetan.com.sg/newsletter/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6726987845267754851?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6726987845267754851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6726987845267754851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6726987845267754851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6726987845267754851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/tampines-mall.html' title='Tampines Mall'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2215095632682502894</id><published>2009-07-04T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:46:40.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukit Panjang Plaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intruded into the couple's date on Thursday by tagging along to BPP. Arranged to meet Babe for lunch at Swensen's. Food was moderately good except for its portion. Too little for our liking. Swensen's signature desserts not to be missed. Go for the student's meal at 2.30pm and get 2 ice-cream sundaes of your choice for $9.80 only! Worth the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hardly did any apparel shopping. With parents, it's always the supermarket. Haha.. The NTUC there is pretty huge and cooling. Freezing cold after so many ice-creams. Nonetheless, it was a fun trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the record, 500 posts to date! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2215095632682502894?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2215095632682502894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2215095632682502894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2215095632682502894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2215095632682502894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/07/bukit-panjang-plaza.html' title='Bukit Panjang Plaza'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7331304090169313800</id><published>2009-06-29T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:51:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is inevitable that loneliness creeps into one's life at some point in time. Too much of it and one tends to get all emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's exactly how i feel right now. So alone in a crowd of people whom i love. Not receiving the much needed attention from them, all that isolation... Feels like acid ripping apart the heart. A slow, tomentous tear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I badly lack the courage to face up to it. The adage, "Live and let live". How true. I see no point in upsetting and worrying people whom i love. Why throw them with added hurt and misery when all of which may undoubtedly blow over in perhaps, a few weeks? Even if this takes years, i believe this emotional strain will walk out of me sooner or later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think only he understands what i'm going through. He, who had been through it a fair bit, which i never once realised. Now, it's my turn. Or rather, our turns. And together, we silently suffer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7331304090169313800?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7331304090169313800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7331304090169313800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7331304090169313800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7331304090169313800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2499507507391017234</id><published>2009-06-28T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:21:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson's Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A piece of news that shocked the music industry and on a larger scale, the entire world. He, who self proclaimed to be the King of Pop, died in Los Angeles after a cardiac arrest. Till now, the actual cause of his cardiac arrest is still under investigation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Facebook homepage was flooded with messages to Michael Jackson (MJ) shortly after news broke on MSN homepage. Google HQ panicked and thought hackers were spamming the search engine with 800,000 MJ searches. It was a big hoo-ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The only thought that came to mind in that instance was "why are people cherishing him only after death?" Is he worth more in death than when he was alive? And the newspapers answered my doubts. Yes, he might be the next Elvis Presley who founded more fame than he was alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People snapping up his CDs in music stores... searching for his songs on youtube and favouriting them... creating new groups and pages in FB for likeminded others to join. I got to admit i'm not a die-hard fan of MJ and do not see the pain his fans face. Rather, i pity MJ himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He founded fame, been through many facial surgeries (which resulted in health issues), was alleged a paedophile, carried a US$400 million debt, earned royalties and did concerts just to see himself through. I wonder if he ever felt true happiness in his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A famed celebrity whose music will live on for decades or even centuries (i suppose). To some, as long as his music is alive, his soul is still with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;R.I.P Michael Jackson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2499507507391017234?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2499507507391017234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2499507507391017234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2499507507391017234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2499507507391017234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jacksons-death.html' title='Michael Jackson&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6440261446787745201</id><published>2009-06-25T12:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:53:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out @ Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right after lunch, Stephie, Soonie, Huiling and i took the monorail to Sentosa. Oh.. that Caucasian... Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a day of water, sand and fun! Unfortunately, we failed to soak in the sun. Dark clouds threatened rain but it soon cleared up and became fairly cloudy. The sun refused to show itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Out from the seawater (which was horribly salty), the cold air made us shiver. Frisbee, monkey playing and sandcastle building which Soonie was adept in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bathtime! It was refreshingly good. I disliked the wet sand and stink of saltiness on me. Doubt i will step into beaches for the next few weeks to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We walked quite abit and finally reached the long trail of colourful mosaic tile structures. Lots of photo taking. I loved the little Indian boy. So chubby and innocent. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ying Ying came along after work and we left Sentosa together. Dinner at Pizzahut. Licks~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351122070710737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SkMBK_53WII/AAAAAAAAAFs/yDV7XRu8BAI/s320/003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351122070232198562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SkMBK-HxbaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6X1V0dGk5A4/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351122073412485490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SkMBLJ-AwXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MBHRA8Rq6Aw/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351122075324812882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SkMBLRF8jlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DJ-u-DfKHl0/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351122083939194386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SkMBLxLxlhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8XLyIOXsac/s320/DSC03704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6440261446787745201?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6440261446787745201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6440261446787745201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6440261446787745201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6440261446787745201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-out-sentosa.html' title='Day out @ Sentosa!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SkMBK_53WII/AAAAAAAAAFs/yDV7XRu8BAI/s72-c/003+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-6279705211352242610</id><published>2009-06-22T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:19:01.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Night shopping at CWP with Mummy and Babe. It was a quick affair and in no time, we were home. GSS!! I want more! Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is Father's day! Dinner at BBQ Chicken. A Korean and Western fusion. The dessert 'Pat Bing Soo' is a must try. There are tiny, chewy rice cakes in it - a Korean delicacy. Yummms! Tried lots of main courses cooked differently. Overall, it's a pretty good meal. And i hereby wish all fathers around the world a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6279705211352242610?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6279705211352242610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6279705211352242610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6279705211352242610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6279705211352242610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8450613577444477221</id><published>2009-06-18T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:09:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A farewell lunch for Pammie who is going to Boston. In fact, she is already on her flight to Boston as i'm typing out this post. Hope all goes well for her and enjoy herself to the fullest. Take care Pammie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was intrigued by the spork Pammie showed to me - a combination of fork, spoon and knife. Impressive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saw some Adidas clothings that were pretty nice and affordable. Shall head to Velocity for some shopping soon. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lunched at Mos Burger with Bao bao, Stephie and Soonie. It's always so fun with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bao bao settled her birthday gifts shopping and it was my turn. Mua ha ha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From Taka to Wisma to Isetan to Far East... and i merely bought 3 pieces from GAP. Thanks ladies for your patience. I took a really looooong time trying out the clothes. Haha... Sorry about that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shopping was extremely fun but tiring. Soonie and i spotted the necklace from BOF. *Screams!!!* It costs $37. Gu Jun Pyo's love to Geum Jandi... So sweet. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, more shopping to do next week. Woo hoo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8450613577444477221?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8450613577444477221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8450613577444477221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8450613577444477221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8450613577444477221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-ups.html' title='Meet Ups'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5721582375341821311</id><published>2009-06-16T10:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:56:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins Outing</title><content type='html'>Siblings three had a great deal of fun with Stephanie in kbox at Cineleisure. By far, it is the best session i've ever had. 5 consecutive songs that got us up and jumping, shaking and dancing to the beat. Stephanie was super duper hilarious with her groovy dance moves. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camwhoring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcGzSewMMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NY3qOUcflJA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347750560729673922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcGzSewMMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NY3qOUcflJA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcGovSQ5GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eYHZFVkeM18/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347750379483358306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcGovSQ5GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eYHZFVkeM18/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347750767493642866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcG_UvH-nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Lhy_M5gU3IM/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347751708507455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcH2GSTQMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vSl8EE_3lFo/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347751715175709554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcH2fIIu3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7TEZjmkWsmQ/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347751719582186146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcH2viuOqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ra8BBfzBXM/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following that was dinner at Din Tai Fung (Wisma Atria) with Donald. Delicious but expensive meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347751719893719394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcH2ws_2WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0snkgGFLjq4/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347751727540442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcH3NMHlVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i19it87mcmI/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5721582375341821311?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5721582375341821311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5721582375341821311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5721582375341821311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5721582375341821311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/cousins-outing.html' title='Cousins Outing'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SjcGzSewMMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NY3qOUcflJA/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-2120453685618178941</id><published>2009-06-13T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:45:57.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs? Figure that out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I nearly did something totally out of character today. Luckily, the restraining forces within me kicked in and held me back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If i had acted on the spur of the moment by throwing my arms around Weijie, i believe i would have invited unnecessary gossips and unintentionally causing this old friend a "heart attack". It has been a year since i last saw him. All that excitement upon seeing an old friend shredded away my reservations until the final moment where i retracted my arms. Phew..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had it been a girlfriend of mine, i'm almost certain i would wrap my arms around her. Ladies, beware. Haha.. A welcome hug, that is. No worries. Not a lesbian in the making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think i can do just that tomorrow. It requires courage given my reserved personality. But i'll most likely scare my godsis. Lol. If only i was born a westerner... this sort of hugs are shared so much more freely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not that i enjoy hugging people. =.= Just the excitement in seeing a person whom i haven't met in year(s) always makes me feel like hugging them. Their presence brings comfort, you see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's enough talks about hugs. Time for some TV!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2120453685618178941?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2120453685618178941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2120453685618178941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2120453685618178941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2120453685618178941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/hugs-figure-that-out.html' title='Hugs? Figure that out.'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-9079680140739874676</id><published>2009-06-08T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:51:05.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings Around Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just completed the series of Boys Before Flowers. And i liked this phrase best "Being born a male does not automatically turn you into a man." So true so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Caught sight of the ugliness of humans in two consecutive days. Utterly disgusted. First is a brainless jerk who sees money as his everything. Second is a group of youngsters who display arrogance and attitudes which put me off instantly. I hope i wasn't like that in my younger days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sweetest possible returned from HK which i cleanly forgotten about. Shucks. Muacks! Forgive me. I promised to treat you to a meal sometime. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lovely godsister is returning from London for good, tomorrow. So happy to have her back in Singapore. We can meet up more often from now on. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are the perfect package. Unfortunately, i can only "watch" you from the sidelines. When will we ever meet again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-9079680140739874676?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/9079680140739874676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=9079680140739874676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9079680140739874676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9079680140739874676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/happenings-around-me.html' title='Happenings Around Me'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4592805666079721053</id><published>2009-06-01T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:51:12.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Under my parents' instructions, i had it called off. Glad that it's all over now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tennis on Saturday was fun. Or rather, tennis is always fun. Teamed up with Ian (Year 2 junior, i think...) against various opponents. At times, it was inevitable that rallying partners laugh about certain matters on the court. It was obvious his girlfriend didn't like it one bit. Her eyes were burning with fury. I returned her stare several times but broke it off within seconds. I got the message and learnt my lesson. "Never never never laugh around with others' boyfriends. Girls get jealous easily." But at least it showed that she likes him. Shrugs. Well done then, girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sunday was a stay-home family day. Lately, Daddy enjoyed teasing me a lot. I wonder why... For that, he paid back by falling victim to his weakness. In fact, everyone loves teasing me for a reason or two. Can be rather exasperating at times. But it was in the name of fun. So, who cares? Anyway, i'm usually the butt of family jokes. Oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4592805666079721053?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4592805666079721053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4592805666079721053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4592805666079721053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4592805666079721053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-random.html' title='At Random'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4938953724640162634</id><published>2009-05-26T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:55:04.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><title type='text'>Relationship Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My suspicions arose several days ago but i didn't give it much thought until the message came at the most unexpected timing. It unnerved me and i lost my calmness. Not knowing how to handle it and with no help available at that point in time, i had to come up with something. Luckily bro picked up my call and offered me some advice. Thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Only now did i realise how afraid i was to step into a relationship. Inexperience, lack of self-confidence and the unpredictability of unforeseen circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is a headache when somebody takes an interest in me. Especially when both are good friends and if things do not work out, it is almost certain the bond shared will never be the same again. Impossible to return to how it was previously. That's when one loses a friend... And i simply hate that feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But isn't it more of a headache when nobody likes me? Haha.. how ironic can things get? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On one hand, i yearn to have someone who loves me yet on the other hand, i fear for the worst. And that stops me most of the time. Of course, Daddy and Mummy's opinions are very important to me and i do not want to make a wrong choice. Then again, what's right or wrong? It is never easy to justify. Feelings... that's what cause all the perplexity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh well... all i can do is be in control of my emotionally tangled up feelings and hope this friendship will not take a turn for the worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4938953724640162634?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4938953724640162634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4938953724640162634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4938953724640162634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4938953724640162634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-fears.html' title='Relationship Fears'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8918425101536841271</id><published>2009-05-25T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:30:00.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watched NP alumni and current students play against Levin and his friends. Coach's displayed some good moves despite his age and injuries. Rallied alittle after most of the matches ended. SK delivered a nice shot to my head. Haha.. hurt quite a bit. His welcome gift to me after a year or so. There after, it was dinner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Steamboat, Kbox&lt;br /&gt;A last minute decision by Daddy to travel all the way to Golden Mile Tower for steamboat. Yummy! Right after lunch, Babe and i headed down to AMK Kbox. 2-7pm. My god. I made her finish the nuggets, eat some fries and with 5 hours of singing, she ended up having a sore throat. HAHAHA! My bad. She was so adorable. Her singing improved vastly. Impressive. Vowed to join Bpian Idol (BPGHS' yearly singing competition) next year. That's my little sis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8918425101536841271?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8918425101536841271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8918425101536841271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8918425101536841271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8918425101536841271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7044444498001571265</id><published>2009-05-22T21:53:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:11:46.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today marks another year of love shared between Daddy and Mummy. 26 years have gone by and more are to come. 4 more years and we are off to Japan! Woo hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dinner venue: Peach Garden @ Novena Garden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I shall let the photos do the talking. Dinner was fabulous. Good food aplenty and the taste was heavenly. Service and ambience were good. Therefore, the price that came with it was equally as fantastic. Lol. The dishes below have far more fanciful names i couldn't remember. Here goes :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338648818194023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Shaw0JUDgmI/AAAAAAAAACc/-LRPrkkobrk/s320/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shark's Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338649327786761362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShaxRzsbnJI/AAAAAAAAACs/U7VoPect7T4/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beef in Red Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338851417243976418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShdpE9lrAuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ucVQtIUJpgs/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Deep Fried Soon Hock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338658180388441170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha5VGNJTFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oPqdxIVVhs0/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soft Shell Crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338657894326783266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha5EciuzSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rmC-eoOjARY/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wasabi Prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338657560194876578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha4w_zehKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jd1u0GN3xDw/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pig's Shank &amp;amp; Jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338657163457049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha4Z51zssI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q1D8-b2Njl0/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spinach with Scallops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338656287781442050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha3m7seUgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wAgrvBsJagI/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Live Prawns in Indonesia Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338655464924284658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha23CUChvI/AAAAAAAAADs/NpyESMHcRi4/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beancurd with Crabmeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653446264657026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha1BiOFFII/AAAAAAAAADU/Xenu0EfbET4/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chicken and Roasted Pork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338651717147579714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Shazc4wcVUI/AAAAAAAAADM/9qLFI7Gj7hI/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chilled Scallop in Pomelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338651113139467746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Shay5upr9eI/AAAAAAAAADE/GIvJ66gwGzs/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chicken Cutlet in Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338650444347451186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShaySzNPpzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IMGj02bFh0k/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jasmine Rice with Egg (Fried Rice actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338649589947551314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShaxhEUbzlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ok51AKkCdPQ/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Deep Fried Beancurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338654032422310082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha1jp09EMI/AAAAAAAAADc/A6qVIUOfnrM/s320/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Left: Chilled Jelly Royale&lt;br /&gt;Right: Honeysea Coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338654649336451714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sha2HkAv0oI/AAAAAAAAADk/fD2-ZLO-aVw/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glutinous Rice with Ice Cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 26th Wedding Anniversary Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7044444498001571265?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7044444498001571265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7044444498001571265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7044444498001571265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7044444498001571265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/26th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='26th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Shaw0JUDgmI/AAAAAAAAACc/-LRPrkkobrk/s72-c/IMG_0787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-6533079130981834078</id><published>2009-05-22T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:53:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release of Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A fitful sleep... awakening at the slightest sounds. Time crawled by when one can't get to sleep. Finally it was 6.10am. I jumped out of bed and booted up my laptop. While i sat down waiting for the screen to come alive, i couldn't help but worry about my borderline results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After several clicks, the Degree Audit popped out. My eyes darted around, looking for the one and only module i feared failing. And then, i saw it. STATISTICS &amp;amp; QUANTITATIVE METHODS - D. Holy cow... My heart sank. I allowed the grim reality to sink in before looking at the rest of my results. My very first big fat D. I was almost certain i had to repeat this dreadful module until i saw RESULTS: CLEAR. Huh?? And i thought i had to repeat my module...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a scare. Or rather, i held a wrong perception all along. Only F grade needed to repeat modules. Phew... But still, i was upset that my GPA plummeted to 3.38 thanks to this big fat D. I fared pretty well for the rest of the modules, only to be ruined by Stats. Haiz... I knew i deserved it for not managing my time well, resulting in insufficient revision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Daddy was sweet. He offered consolation and encouragement. Never once did he put pressure on me. So did Mummy. I felt slightly better yet couldn't withhold blaming myself for such disappointment. But there was no room for regrets and i will never wallow in self pity. It was my doing afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A jog/walk to take my mind away from all the unhappiness. I was too preoccupied with the pain in my left foot. The muscle protested every move. Damn. With Daddy's and Mummy's company, my spirits lifted up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Studies... results... are only part of life. There are so many other things worth pursuing and reaching out for. Yes, they are the foundation to a good career but what i truly want is to enjoy the process of everything i do. That way, i'm certain to find happiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6533079130981834078?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6533079130981834078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6533079130981834078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6533079130981834078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6533079130981834078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/release-of-results.html' title='Release of Results'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7282589342750058239</id><published>2009-05-21T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:33:33.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Doubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a week of rest, i'm back to the courts. Rallied for an hour or so before attempting a doubles match. 2 years since i last played a match. I clearly recalled how panicky and nervous i was beside coach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first 2 matches were swift and ended with rather humiliating scores. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;WS &amp;amp; SJ vs J &amp;amp; Ken: 6-1&lt;br /&gt;WS &amp;amp; Ken vs J &amp;amp; SJ: 6-1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The 3rd match was more interesting. At least we could rally better without having each serve cut short by faults or net/out balls. The final score was:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ken &amp;amp; SJ vs WS &amp;amp; J: 6-3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Weeee~ Won 2 out of 3 matches. Although we weren't all that good, i was quite happy. It was pretty fun with all that adrenaline rush and seeing the opponents squabbling between each other. Haha :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7282589342750058239?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7282589342750058239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7282589342750058239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7282589342750058239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7282589342750058239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/tennis-doubles.html' title='Tennis Doubles'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1198594148414297645</id><published>2009-05-19T16:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:33:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant City</title><content type='html'>Bored and all... renovated my entire restaurant. Cost me a bomb. Took screenshots of them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShJuVwz3LmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nlg-aupyJz0/s1600-h/RC+Exterior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337449828546195042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShJuVwz3LmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nlg-aupyJz0/s320/RC+Exterior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Exterior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShJsaBy2odI/AAAAAAAAACM/m1YUYrOrNpQ/s1600-h/RC+Renovation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337447702801588690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShJsaBy2odI/AAAAAAAAACM/m1YUYrOrNpQ/s320/RC+Renovation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Interior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1198594148414297645?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1198594148414297645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1198594148414297645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1198594148414297645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1198594148414297645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-city.html' title='Restaurant City'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/ShJuVwz3LmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nlg-aupyJz0/s72-c/RC+Exterior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-5496474018809749088</id><published>2009-05-18T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:24:51.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PartyWorld</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Partyworld session with Dezhi, Pamela and Don on Sunday afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;'One Night in Beijing' and 'Loving You' were terrorizing. Haha... The guys were screeching at the top of their voices, shutting their eyes real tight while trying with great attempt to hit the keys. It was a hilarious sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pammie refused to sing with the mic no matter what. I'm almost certain that she being a previous soprano section leader can sing. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4 hours passed really fast. In no time, it was 7.15pm. Unfortunately, we weren't able to kickstart our English songs medley. It was a pity. But there's always a next time right? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;$16.80 per person. Pretty reasonable considering the package came with chips, fruits and a drink. Although i'm a Kbox member, i gotta say that Partyworld's sound system and microphones are more superior than Kbox's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5496474018809749088?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5496474018809749088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5496474018809749088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5496474018809749088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5496474018809749088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/partyworld.html' title='PartyWorld'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6610911962614211187</id><published>2009-05-11T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:05:10.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is Mother's Day! One of the most celebrated event of the year. However, i was pretty much astounded that quite a number of people do not hold celebrations for their mothers. I'm thankful my family keeps to this tradition of celebrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BBQ Chicken was too packed and no seats were available. So we made our way to Thai Express. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had a spread. Seriously... there's never insufficient dishes to go around the table. All of us were stuffed after the meal. I loved the tom yam soup especially. It looked so innocent and harmless, yet when i took my first sip, it exploded in my mouth. The spiciness and tinge of sourness mixed together was absolutely perfect. Lip-smackingly good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From appetizers to main courses to desserts... And a free Chiang Mai blended mango drink that came with the membership application. So whoever wanna go Thai Express, call me! Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A stroll around Northpoint before we headed home. Relishing the after taste of Thai food. Licks~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ HAPPY MUMMY'S DAY!!! ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6610911962614211187?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6610911962614211187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6610911962614211187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6610911962614211187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6610911962614211187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6856109207804424263</id><published>2009-05-10T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:37:59.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies' Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hui Ching suggested a meet-up partially to pass Dave his present. Haha... Asked us out for lunch at Manhattan Fish Market. My all-time favourite grilled Norwegian salmon was no longer the same. What a pity. Nonetheless, it was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So with a group of guys and Hui Ching meeting up with her bf, i was "forced" to join the guys at PC Bunk. Played 'Left 4 Dead'. It kept me at the edge of my seat. Killing zombies, seeing their limbs and heads flying off, blood splattering all over. It was a gruesome game but oh-so-fun! Haha... I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Sorry to the guys for having to look out for me all the time. I realised what an idiot i was in the game from their comments. Hahaha... Oh well, what to expect from a girl who never played such games before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after that, we took a bus down to NP for tennis. Angle shots were superbly fun :) Double rallied with Eugene, Dave and Leonard. Time flew by instantly. The sky darkened and it was time for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All the way down to AMK Hub for tom yam fishmeat soup with rice. Eugene's recommendation. For that, i used up 5 pieces of tissue, choked on the soup in the process and burnt my finger accidentally. Jeez.. so unsightly. But i quite liked the dish. So hot and spicy. Such a challenge. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that rounded up my Saturday. As of today, i have exactly 3 months of holidays left. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6856109207804424263?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6856109207804424263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6856109207804424263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6856109207804424263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6856109207804424263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/buddies-day-out.html' title='Buddies&apos; Day Out'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1140451752071031537</id><published>2009-05-08T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:25:06.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezhi's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First stop: Pammie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Helped bake cupcakes for Dezhi. Slightly moist, soft in texture and looked beautifully chocolatey. My first experience in baking, with much help from Pammie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Second stop: Cityhall MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dezhi for dinner. Stopped by Esplanade to watch Esther perform. So cool :) Surveyed the restaurants nearby but none to our liking. In the end, we settled dinner at Popeye's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Third stop: Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;Right after dinner, we went up the Singapore Flyer. A first time for me. Magnificent view from above. Especially at the peak, we had a panoramic view of Singapore. Faraway buildings resembled millions of simultaneously tiny burning candles. The orange glows were exceptionally beautiful. A golf course not too far away, the lights of ships sailing in the strait of Malacca, the skyscrapers nearby, cars whizzing by on the roads below... Simply brilliant. Lots of cam whoring definitely. The 45 minutes ride felt no more than 15 minutes had gone by. But my acrophobia was a drag. Prevented me from going close to the glass windows for a better view. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Photos will be posted up asap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1140451752071031537?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1140451752071031537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1140451752071031537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1140451752071031537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1140451752071031537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/dezhis-21st.html' title='Dezhi&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1083685668190335529</id><published>2009-05-06T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:10:11.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DBSK</title><content type='html'>My current favourite Korean band :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8JYV8y92I0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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 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title='DBSK'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1938633780608832203</id><published>2009-05-04T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:20:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's So Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have a need for other people to like and admire you, and yet you tend to be critical of yourself. While you have some personality weaknesses you are generally able to compensate for them. You have considerable unused capacity that you have not turned to your advantage. Disciplined and self-controlled on the outside, you tend to be worrisome and insecure on the inside. At times you have serious doubts as to whether you have made the right decision or done the right thing. You prefer a certain amount of change and variety and become dissatisfied when hemmed in by restrictions and limitations. You also pride yourself as an independent thinker; and do not accept others' statements without satisfactory proof. But you have found it unwise to be too frank in revealing yourself to others. At times you are extroverted, affable, and sociable, while at other times you are introverted, wary, and reserved. Some of your aspirations tend to be rather unrealistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/fullpersonalityevalu/quiz/questions"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/fullpersonalityevalu/quiz/questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1938633780608832203?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1938633780608832203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1938633780608832203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1938633780608832203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1938633780608832203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-so-me.html' title='That&apos;s So Me'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5017747283063539344</id><published>2009-05-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:07:26.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A day before big Dave's birthday. In celebration of this special occasion, we threw him a mini birthday celebration at Marina Square's kbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The room was decorated with balloons and a birthday banner. Red plastic boards masked the interior design of the walls. But little notice was given to the decor. The focus was on rupturing our lungs. We screeched and yelled at the top of our voices. It was so loud that i could hear our songs from the toilet. Jeez... For once, hell broke loose. Eugene and Chris danced. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A cake was served towards the end of the session with the help of two friendly kbox staff. Mocha flavoured cake. Hopefully Dave enjoyed and liked it. Happy birthday dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;An hour later, i was screened at the community library's door. Said it was necessary for swine flu inspection. Hmmm... i don't see the point by having my IC scanned only. As if that helps? Anyway, borrowed some books to kill time during my 3-month holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Woo hoo! 3 months! Into my second week of holidays, i haven't done much except going for tennis and meeting up with friends. Mummy is nagging again. Haha... Oh well, try to stay home more often to accompany her :) My sweetest and loveliest mummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5017747283063539344?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5017747283063539344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5017747283063539344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5017747283063539344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5017747283063539344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/daves-21st.html' title='Dave&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4846701949226317914</id><published>2009-05-02T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:28:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sfvu_3ZhSrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tR2tTBeLMq4/s1600-h/elderly460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117364893272754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sfvu_3ZhSrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tR2tTBeLMq4/s320/elderly460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An elderly couple took the seats right in front of me. With much difficulty, the elderly man finally sat down with his walking stick still clutched tightly in his hands. His petite wife left her grocery trolley leaning against the pillar near them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moments later, the elderly woman returned with a large plate of white rice with some side dishes. The couple dug into the rice, leaving the untouched fish at the side. A while later, a pair of weathered and wrinkled hands took to the task of removing the fish bones and sprinkling the small chunks of fish meat on the rice. The elderly man's hand trembled as he lifted the spoonful of rice to his mouth. Bit by bit, the rice reduced...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The elderly woman only ate white rice and the vegetables she ordered. The fish meat she sprinkled over the rice was left for her husband. I was deeply touched by the scene unfolding before me. The immense love they had for each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How lovely would it be if 50 years down the road, my life is as heartwarming as theirs. Taking daily meals with the man you love most and never once getting sick of this routine. Taking his hand in yours and inching forward with each step you take. Finding comfort in the knowledge that he is always by your side, through your ups and downs. Life partner...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Given the era they were born in, they could very well have been together through an arranged marriage. That would have made it even more remarkable. Loving a person you barely knew and over the years, feelings developed lasting till today. Somehow, i had this deep longing in my heart, yearning to share it with someone, barely able to contain this happiness with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If only all couples turned out to be as loving as them... how nice... no divorces, no separations, no feuds, no killings... life would have been much more peaceful. Yet when reality sinks in, I know that they are inevitable because we are only human...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4846701949226317914?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4846701949226317914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4846701949226317914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4846701949226317914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4846701949226317914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/05/unrequited-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/Sfvu_3ZhSrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tR2tTBeLMq4/s72-c/elderly460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-5308128556715177783</id><published>2009-04-30T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:03:46.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMK Hub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day out with Daddy and Mummy. I intruded on their date. Oops.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, down to AMK Hub after a downpour. Weather was moist but cool. Refreshingly good. Of course, AMK Hub was pretty cold given the weather outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We lunched at the foodcourt. Mummy and i behaved like royalty. Daddy did all the ordering and serving while both of us simply ate with each dish he bought. Haha... that's always the case when we are out with Daddy. Such a sweet and lovely man :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mummy disapproved of us catching a movie. Just one reason of hers and we had no choice but to give in. The power a mother wields. All the way down to Fair Price to shop for groceries. For some reason or another, we ended up buying lots of vegetables. Carrots, kai lan, asparagus and broccoli. So that's what we gonna have on Labour Day? Holy cow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we walked from one aisle to another, my goosebumps surfaced. Damn, it was freaking cold. Yet Daddy was basking happily in his body warmth. There he went teasing me again on being weak. Oh well, can't help it, can i? Up and down, left and right, finally we are out of Fair Price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to Northpoint, Daddy and Mummy bought dinner. Chicken masala, tosai, dessert, popiah~ Yums! Food is and will always be my family's love. And i read this somewhere "The only way to enter a man's heart is through his stomach." Haha.. interesting.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5308128556715177783?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5308128556715177783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5308128556715177783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5308128556715177783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5308128556715177783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/04/amk-hub.html' title='AMK Hub'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3668629911702435842</id><published>2009-04-29T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:31:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My closest girlfriends, yet i hadn't met up with them ever since August 2008. This was apart from Soonie whom i coincidentally met before my Econs paper. Told ya, school work stole my life away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lunched at Thai Express in Heeren. It was lunch hour yet the restaurant was exceptionally quiet. Weird... Anyway, we caught up over lunch on our mundane lives. Stephie and HL are busy preparing for their exams in June while Soonie and i have just started enjoying our holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the time lunch was done, we headed over to Cineleisure for a movie. 17 Again :) I suppose girls catch (caught) this show because of Zac Efron. He looked good in the movie with his flat hair. Pretty hilarious, especially Nat who could converse in Elf language and had his entire house filled with warrior ornaments. It's a show for the ladies who love Zac Efron. Guys who accompany their girlfriends will get real jealous when their girls ogle over him. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after the movie, took the train down to NP for tennis. I missed those days where i could play for hours after lessons. So much fun. Nowadays, courts are usually taken up by the younger tennis enthusiasts. Finally, i saw a girl who shared the same enthusiasm as i did back when i was in NP. It was nice to see a reflection of myself in others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Didn't stay for long. Mummy wanted me home for dinner and her constant naggings for staying out late after tennis were tormenting me. To appease her, i obediently went home... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3668629911702435842?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3668629911702435842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3668629911702435842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3668629911702435842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3668629911702435842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-town.html' title='In Town'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8826287765923422867</id><published>2009-04-27T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:58:14.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little Nyonya shone in a night of glitter and glamour. Its closest competitor, Golden Path bagged several awards too. Still, Little Nyonya was champion despite its failure to secure most of its nominations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Several surprises... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First was the announcement for the second Best Supporting Actress. Ng Hui deserved it. Her role as Tao Jie was convincing and fabulous :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Second was a disappointment. Best Actress went to Joanne Peh instead of hot favourite Jeanette Aw. The latter truly deserved the award. I sympathise with her on her loss. Such a waste. Nevertheless, to my family, she's the best and most deserving female artiste for that award. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Third was the final name for Top 10 Most Popular Male Artiste. My holy cow... Henry Thia? Someone must have placed some bets... Pierre Png, Gurmit Singh, Desmond Koh... far more popular than him yet, didn't even have a chance to walk up the stage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was surprised Michelle Chia was absent in the Top 10 Most Popular Female Artiste. She had been receiving it for several consecutive years. Must have been really disappointed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A very typical award ceremony where there are many unexpected surprises. Some are pleasant while others are simply... undeserving. Oh well, judges' decisions. Since 2009's is over, i'm awaiting for the next. Wonder what surprises will be installed the next time round.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8826287765923422867?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8826287765923422867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8826287765923422867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8826287765923422867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8826287765923422867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-awards-2009.html' title='Star Awards 2009'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5166121344320020339</id><published>2009-04-26T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:21:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past month, school work stole my life away. Apologies for my temporary leave from blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right now, i'm on a 3-month holiday. No intention to job seek for i rather spend more time with friends and family whom i've more or less neglected for the past few months. Furthermore, this could very well be my last holiday before i go for attachment in Yr 2 and start my career upon graduation. Time flies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Talking about time, i realised how bad my time management was after a year in NTU. More often than not, i was making up for lost time, cutting back on sleeps to complete my assignments and projects... Towards my semestral exams, it was evident i had little time left for revision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This time round, i expect my GPA to be lower than last sem. Thanks to the possibly first 'C' grade in my transcript. Ugly it may be but it beats retaking the module. For once, i simply hope and pray i will not fail that module. Expectations set low, prepared for the worst, taking things in my stride. I've lost the drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For that, i detest myself at times. I promised myself to work harder this semester. I tried to but i ran out of steam once the projects' deadlines drew near. For several nights, i stayed up beyond 2am working on projects. Sigh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How nice would it be if i could had the brains of the Rafflesians and the hardworkingness of the Hwa Chong peeps. Their abilities truly amaze me. I can't hold a candle to them. Simply brilliant people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There i go whining and lamenting again. For the past year, i doubted my abilities time and again. One Uni friend even pointed out my lack of self-confidence. Yeah, i can feel it slipping away from me. Recently, he said this to me, "The reason we are in NTU is because we are equally competent." Thanks dude. But still, i know my limits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Year 1 officially ended last week. Lots of ups and downs throughout the year. I relish the times i truly enjoyed myself in school. The most memorable project on accounting. Although my group didn't do well, i had no regrets. The learning process was fantastic. Thanks guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Year 2 will be a roller coaster ride. Gotta embrace myself for it. Now that i know where my weakness lies, i strive to see improvements in the next few semesters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time was my enemy but will never be again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5166121344320020339?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5166121344320020339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5166121344320020339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5166121344320020339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5166121344320020339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-return.html' title='My Return'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6384150963148448444</id><published>2009-03-18T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:07:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loved Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Glad my friends held the same view as me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Glad i'm not alone coping with the ugly side of humans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So thankful for the encouragement and support they gave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That makes me love them more than ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Revealed my little secret. She didn't criticize! I'm amazed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Presentation prep not going too smoothly. My clogged up brain refused to churn out new info and analysis. A large chunk of white space on the paper. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can't wait to get over and done with OB. But its end is the start of 2 new tests and another project. Argh... I'm bogged down by overwork. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need rest badly. With that, i retire to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6384150963148448444?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6384150963148448444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6384150963148448444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6384150963148448444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6384150963148448444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/03/loved-zombie.html' title='A Loved Zombie'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8559803433994460749</id><published>2009-03-14T09:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:05:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes Within Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moodswings seldom had access to my life until recently. In a span of 3-4 days, i experienced a spectrum of emotions, something unfolding in me that i never quite knew about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That only implies one thing. I'm changing. Uncertain if it's for the better or worse. No longer that domineering (which is good coz i've become more collaborative), but grown more indecisive. Developed a heck-care attitude towards issues i dislike. Became more critical with each passing day. Appeared cheerful and smiley in front of others but deep within, trying to sort out the entangled mess of emotions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm stuggling to find my inner self. I thought i had but in actuality, i'm far from it. If others understand me better than i do, i'm not one bit surprised. It is sad to acknowledge the fact that these rapid changes within me are too much for me to handle. I feel as if i've shedded my old self and evolved into a new being. A brand new &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt; me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As a matter of fact, i rather be who i was then than to be who i am now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I realised these changes took place only after i entered Uni. This highly sophisticated environment is not where i want to belong to, but i've joined it without knowledge of its complexity. So now, i have to adapt to a culture i dislike. Given a choice to describe it all, without doubt, it would be hypocrisy. Perhaps i've adapted too well to NP's harmonious culture and shaped myself into who i used to like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've told Daddy and Mummy time and again how unhappy i am now. The same old question "Are you regretting?" I think it's a yes to a certain extent. But i know that if i didn't choose to enter NTU, i would have regretted it even more. It was a dream i held since i entered Poly. Sighs~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As i grow older, i've come to realise how complicated the society gets. It truly is a dog-eat-dog world out there. In fact, i'm thankful NTU gave me a chance to experience it before i enter the workforce. No intention to be sarcastic about this because it truly prepares me for the societal complexity in the years to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The world is what it is today because of its people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8559803433994460749?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8559803433994460749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8559803433994460749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8559803433994460749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8559803433994460749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes-within-me.html' title='Changes Within Me'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2005631086410464688</id><published>2009-03-11T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:40:32.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I became so fake, just to accommodate.&lt;br /&gt;Totally disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;Why did this have to happen?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the expectation gap was too wide to mend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strangers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Your stares make me wanna gorge your eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;Never seen a girl before?&lt;br /&gt;So sick of your stares and top-down scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;Just scram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him, yet nothing felt quite the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that feeling got lost in transition.&lt;br /&gt;Upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just upset over everything that isn't going on smoothly. This wasn't what i wanted or expected. But i'm fortunate i have a wonderful family and good friends to share my sorrows with...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2005631086410464688?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2005631086410464688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2005631086410464688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2005631086410464688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2005631086410464688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-mix.html' title='A Bad Mix'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5451453828889958264</id><published>2009-03-08T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:31:10.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everyone was rushing to complete their accounting project. My group was no exception. Due to the ambiguity of the project criteria, we ended up re-doing the project just days before the submission date. My god... pure madness. We spent uncountable hours working on it and come Thursday, we had no choice but to work through the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was only at 2.30am did we complete the project. Sensed the overwhelming elation? So glad it was finally over. Packed up, went to Nat's hall while i waited for Ian. Nearly dozed off in the lounge. Hall residents surely sleep real late. At 3am, they were still playing "Game of Life". What the... i rather spend my time sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mr. Nice Ian drove me home and he had to head back to Pasir Ris. Oops. Anyway, by the time i reached home, it was 4.30am. My brain was screaming for sleep. I woke up at 10.45am feeling groggy and oh-so-tired. The lethargy refused to leave me having been awake since 5.30am on Thursday morning. This is one stunt i never wish to try ever again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Received news that another person from NTU committed suicide on Friday night. That's 2 deaths in less than a week. One is more than enough. Now with two... Board of NTU has lots to answer to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Coincidentally, this guy was previously from EEE. He's a Chinese national who reported to work only on 2 March 2009. Just 4 days into his stint, he hung himself in his hostel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haiz... NTU is going to get famous for all the wrong reasons. With the Uni admission period opened, and local Unis vying for top students and all-rounders, these 2 deaths will in one way or another discourage some potential students from enrolling into NTU. What bad timing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel sorry for President Su Guaning. He is definitely under tremendous stress over these two incidents. Of course, sympathises to the family of the dead as well. Unfortunate that these cases had to happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How upsetting when young promising adults lose the will to live... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Check out CNA for the latest updates:&lt;br /&gt;"NTU sees second suspected suicide case in one week" -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/413708/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/413708/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5451453828889958264?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5451453828889958264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5451453828889958264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5451453828889958264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5451453828889958264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/03/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-9153341487171327942</id><published>2009-03-07T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:21:43.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's So Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. (True) They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them. (Really?) &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. (True) This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. (Don't know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship. (True)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with? (Serious? No idea... haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. (True) Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own. (Maybe?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. (True)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. (True)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. (True)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. (True)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-9153341487171327942?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/9153341487171327942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=9153341487171327942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9153341487171327942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9153341487171327942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-so-me.html' title='That&apos;s So Me'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-9084825490561772265</id><published>2009-03-02T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:50:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Final Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most watched video on CNA today had to be the one on "NTU student stabbing prof...". A final year Indo-Chinese Engineering student leaped off one of NTU's buildings to his death after stabbing a Prof. and slitting his wrists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It sent shockwaves throughout the campus and many were saddened by this tragic incident. News spreaded like fire. Minutes after the incident, people in the LT were already talking about it - the true power of technology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He is just 5-6 weeks away from graduation. Everyone yearn for that moment to come after surviving hell for 3.5 years in NTU. For many Year 1s, do you know how much we envy the seniors who are so close to obtaining their degrees? So why in the world did he take the jump?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No one knew his motive behind the stabbing and suicide. But many speculated that he was over pressurized. His ability to endure the past 7 sems should have been able to see him through his final sem. But no, that wasn't the case. He chose to end it even before he graduated. So near yet so far... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Personally, i believed it was planned beforehand and he harboured this thought for a pretty long time. And today was that fateful day. It takes a lot of courage to slit one's wrists, much more so in leaping off a building. I believe the desire to end his life has well surpassed his fear of death. Death was the best alternative in avoiding all problems, in escaping from everything he disliked and hated...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This incident has definitely tarnished NTU's reputation to a certain extent. If the speculations were right, perhaps his jump was a signal to all NTU faculties - stress kills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;CNA News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/412478/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/412478/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-9084825490561772265?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/9084825490561772265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=9084825490561772265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9084825490561772265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9084825490561772265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/03/his-final-decision.html' title='His Final Decision'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1486969385304653635</id><published>2009-02-28T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:04:44.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the entire week, Starbucks joints unconsciously became my second home. Mostly were in relation to project meetups. So imagine how much i spent on coffee over the week? More than $20. Geez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let's do a count of the number of Starbuck outlets i visited in a week. Starbucks at:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Suntec City&lt;br /&gt;2. Citylink then adjourned to Georgia Jean Coffees&lt;br /&gt;3. Plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;4. Marina Square (1st floor)&lt;br /&gt;5. Marina Square (2nd floor)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My god... I doubt i would step into Starbucks or any other coffee joints for the next few months. It's simply too much of the American brewed coffee. Even the circular green logo is swimming in my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, this week is entirely spent on projects besides studying for my upcoming test on Monday. My only personal time came when i met up with Pammie, Don and Dezhi for dinner at MS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After my project meeting, we met at MS' LJS but eventually headed to Starbucks (2nd floor). Explains another reason why i was at Starbucks so often. Seem to have an affinity with it. Lingered there for an hour talking about anything and everything under the sun. In fact, very sensitive topics. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For dinner, we settled it at Changing Appetite. Treat from Pammie. Thanks! They got me a Guess wallet for my birthday which is so so so beautiful! I love it! Thanks my dearest Pammie and of course Don and Dezhi :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yep, and back to my lovely nest. Dead tired after a long week...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1486969385304653635?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1486969385304653635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1486969385304653635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1486969385304653635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1486969385304653635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/02/starbucks-fever.html' title='Starbucks Fever'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3297792962635676236</id><published>2009-02-24T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:45:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting Project Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's see... My first day of the recess week was spent fully on the accounting project due next Friday. And we are still at the brainstorming segment, nowhere near completion. Gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That called for an entire day of discussion and report drafting. We spent a total of 7 hours in Suntec's Starbucks, working our heads off. I concussed towards the end of the project. In fact, everyone did. Simply too hungry and tired from continuous brain stimulation. And i realised how fun it was not to type but inject ideas and find loopholes in areas that could be easily refuted by the Prof. Suddenly, i enjoyed speaking up. That's so not me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, amidst the seriousness, we were bound to joke and practice "archery". Poor Zoe was continually bombarded by Ian (Mr. Sarcastic King). Apart from the welcomed moments of laughter, we were moderately productive. Till the very end, Donaphan had to say this, "There is a very thin thread between brillance and bullshit." Lol. And we are scaling on that thin thread. (I suppose we were leaning towards B*******?) How sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh well, can't help it if that was all that we could come up with so far. By 7pm, we called the meeting to an end. Oh great... i was god damn hungry. Surviving solely on coffee for the past 12+ hours was simply unwelcoming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The thought of dinner energised me. But but but... location of dinner was at the Singapore Flyer: Popeye. !!! I could feel the stomach acid gushing against my stomach walls and the deep growls it made. Luckily for the traffic around us, no one heard. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A 10-minute walk before we finally reached. It was a pretty pretty sight. Such a romantic place. If i ever get a boyfriend, i'll surely drag him there. LOL. Filled our growling stomaches with oh so juicy chicken, fries, buns and drinks. Actually, it tasted somewhat like KFC. With the food churning vigorously in our stomaches, we could hardly walk. Too bloated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After some time, we finally got off our seats and strolled all the way back to Cityhall mrt station. Long walk man. But it aided digestion, i suppose? Got to go home with Natalie for the first time since Sem 1. Woo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And tomorrow, we will be back in Cityhall to continue the project. Oh god... please help us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3297792962635676236?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3297792962635676236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3297792962635676236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3297792962635676236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3297792962635676236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/02/accounting-project-meeting.html' title='Accounting Project Meeting'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4924772040963834458</id><published>2009-02-20T17:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:49:12.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind is in a whirl'/><title type='text'>My Luxurious 21st Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luxury goods do give temporary thrill and elation but die off in no time. Levis, LV, Gucci, Chanel, Puma, Juicy Couture, etc... sounds sophisticated and rich just owning them. People look at you differently and naturally rank you with a high societal status. But what's the use? Face value? Higher chances of mingling with people of high social status? Make yourself feel and look good?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All that is not necessary for me. I will never soak myself in luxury goods even if i have the means to. An occasional splurge is fine. But not on all items. If you know me well, i prefer maintaining a low status. Branded goods? Nah, i don't need them. What i truly desire is comfort. Take my clothes for instance. Although they are mostly unknown brands grabbed off the shelves of large retail stores, i'm contented with what i have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luxury goods aren't needs i can't live without. They are wants i can do without. I was gushing over the Juicy Couture watches on display just last month. But i never once held the intention of satisfying this want of mine. There is no doubt Daddy would buy me one if i truly wanted it. But no... i already own a watch which i had on for the past 8 years and is still in good working condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But today, i received my birthday present shared among 5 good friends of mine. An Adidas watch. The exact same one which sis wanted. Haha... I was pleasantly surprised. They unknowingly satisfied this want of mine and what amused me was the fact that i happened to type "watch" under my blog's &lt;em&gt;lifelong wishlist&lt;/em&gt; just last night. What a coincidence. So am i to strike it off now? Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, thanks alot guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family to satisfy my needs, friends to satisfy my wants and all i do is receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ok... this is so not true. Trust me. Just the devil in me poking fun. I think i'll be damned if i ever hold this thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4924772040963834458?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4924772040963834458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4924772040963834458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4924772040963834458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4924772040963834458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-luxurious-21st-birthday-present.html' title='My Luxurious 21st Birthday Present'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7876530816483483799</id><published>2009-02-19T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:21:07.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess Week Naught</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talk about plans to enjoy during the recess week. Empty talk is more like it. How to enjoy with a workload that seems never ending? Apart from prior promises to meet up, the remaining time will be spent only on projects, tutorials and tests preparations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's nothing to look forward to except those breaks granted by my friends. And i'm thankful for that. I seriously need a breather at this stage. Accounting in NTU is a speed course. No doubts about that. And i'm convinced it's only meant for the brilliant brains. Unfortunately, i'm not. That's why i'm struggling time and again to stay afloat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nevermind if you didn't know i never once liked studying. Theories and all just make me wanna sleep. But learning is a totally different story. It's what i enjoy. Anyway, that's besides the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With two tests down, i wasn't one bit elated. Glad that they were over but i scored badly. Means i have lots to polish up during the one week break. Given such a short period of time, how in the world am i able to accomplish so much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like always, everyone can't wait for the projects to end. However, it's a signal that reads "EXAMS ARE HERE". Great. One after another. Eventually, it's always the semestral break where we can finally embrace the stress-free feeling.  And the whole cycle simply repeats itself until we graduate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So when everyone says "Uni life is fun; it's the best time of your life..." i beg to differ. Poly life is thus far the best for me. And this holds true for those poly mates in NTU now. It's where i can truly be me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uni... there's too much politics and competition going on. So far, i've only managed to find 2-3 persons without hidden agenda and they are the ones who make my stay in Uni not so upsetting. The rest are busy fighting for themselves. Selfish morons. I've experienced too much bitter stuff in Uni to say anything good about it. I'm sorry. Perhaps it's different for others. I don't know. But this is how i personally feel. Up till today, Uni life still sucks. School work is a contributor which i cannot deny. But i must stress... a greater probability lies in the student body, not the school or the professors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7876530816483483799?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7876530816483483799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7876530816483483799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7876530816483483799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7876530816483483799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/02/recess-week-naught.html' title='Recess Week Naught'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4885590190037798169</id><published>2009-02-06T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:29:20.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up tearing, startled by a dream so real, so frightening. No, it wasn't some nightmare or after effects of catching a late night horror movie. This dream came as fast as it went. However, it never once left my mind even though a month had passed after its occurrence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Puzzled with the possibility of a dream scaring me so badly? What if i told you i dreamt of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; death? It seemed and felt so real when the dream took place. Fully aware that my battle against cancer was over, I saw myself biding my final farewells before heading to bed, knowing very well that it was my final night as a mortal.  I couldn't tell them enough how much i love and treasure them... My immediate family members shed silent tears as i slowly drifted to sleep. They knew that was the last time they could hear my voice, feel my warmth and see my teary eyes capturing their beautiful faces one final time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I stood afar watching them cry for me. I wanted so much to return to them, but somehow i couldn't. It pained me. Then, i struggled to wake up but i simply couldn't. I could only feel tears trickling down my face. Moments later, i managed to free open my tightly shutted eyes. Relieved and thankful for being alive still, i feared returning to sleep. And this fear consumed me for almost a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unable to ease my worries and fears, i did some research. Dreaming of death, in accordance with the numerous websites i visited, was a sign of positiveness rather than negativeness. It signified a change i wanted to make or a new stage in my life. In other words, it meant rebirth. Well, i chose to believe it to set myself at ease. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That got me thinking about the things i always wanted to do but never got about accomplishing them. And so, i made a list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donate blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do voluntary work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donate to the busker weekly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Donate to charities when i have the financial means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Build a home for the needy (provided i have the resources)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Visit Switzerland, Canada, New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, HK, Taiwan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be the best daughter and sister (most important)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Perhaps these are the changes i truly want to make in my life. To help the less fortunate when i can and reciprocate the love and affection my family has provided me with all these years. I only hope i'm never too late to complete this list...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4885590190037798169?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4885590190037798169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4885590190037798169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4885590190037798169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4885590190037798169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-9174612614465243530</id><published>2009-01-28T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:43:58.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's see... I'd known my paternal cousins ever since i learnt to read and write. But, we've never had group outings together. Not even once. How pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, after grandma's death, everything changed. Surprisingly, we became much closer. During the wake, all of us bonded really well. And of course after the funeral, we constantly keep in touch with today being our very first cousins outing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tang Jie even treated us to kbox. Dug a fortune out of her. Oops. Thanks a lot man! Though this was our first time singing together, we were superbly high. Haha... i simply enjoyed every moment of our kbox session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the way home, we couldn't help but discuss on arrangements for the next few outings. Cycling! One of my favourite all-time activity. Paintball war and bowling are added to the to-do list too. Cool. Can't wait for the next meet up. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-9174612614465243530?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/9174612614465243530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=9174612614465243530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9174612614465243530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9174612614465243530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousin-outing.html' title='Cousin Outing'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-580089086153565146</id><published>2009-01-27T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:56:41.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A long stay-home weekend was interrupted by my Economics make-up class. More than half the class was not in sight - only a miserable 7 turned up. Well, it was better than none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, i welcomed the idea of returning back to school on a Saturday. Ages since i last did that after the government announced the 5-day work week policy. Taking in the serenity of the school was pretty refreshing. The atmosphere was tranquil and calm with little signs of activity. I liked that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Soon after, 2 hours were up and home i went. Glad that i had Donaphan for company till JE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Very quickly, the clock struck 12 and Saturday was history. Sunday was a busy busy day, having to spring clean the house. I was forced to mop the floors. Not with a mop but a piece of big cloth, kneeling and squatting as i progressed with my cleaning. Geez, i hated that. Not forgetting, reunion dinner! Actually, we have reunion lunches and dinners very often, so it wasn't that much of an excitement. (wonder why that exclamation...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unlike the years before, i hid in bro's room working on projects! (this requires exclamation) Quite a tragedy. Anyway, there was nothing much to expect during the first day of new year since we had to stay at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Morning came and we had pizza for lunch :) Sweet and spicy drumlets :))) I was influenced by Baobao and in turn, siblings 3 influenced Daddy. Hohoho... Being bored humans, out came the mahjong set. Whahaha! Great fun. Daddy's a pro man. As i'm writing this post, he's having his fun share of mahjong with my uncles again. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Though this new year was "exceptional", i enjoyed myself still. Hope everyone had a good time paying visits. I hereby wish all Chinese friends a happy and properous 牛 year. Moooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOO MOO YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-580089086153565146?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/580089086153565146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=580089086153565146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/580089086153565146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/580089086153565146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year.html' title='Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-167862969500273640</id><published>2009-01-15T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:45:59.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>This man has awed me time and again. An incredible man with amazing creations. However, the recent news of his deteriorating health truly saddened me. He is none other than Apple Inc's CEO, Steve Jobs. Below is a 14+ min video of his inspirational speech at Stanford College's Commencement Day in 2005. If there's anything to take away from this video, it's his never-say-die attitude, passion and motivational quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&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/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-167862969500273640?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/167862969500273640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=167862969500273640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/167862969500273640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/167862969500273640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/01/steve-jobs.html' title='Steve Jobs'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8057457227255194987</id><published>2009-01-12T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:22:32.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A supposedly quiet birthday affair turned out to be extraordinarily eventful. No, i wasn't thrown a surprise birthday party at the last minute or showered with numerous gifts. Instead, my family was given two out-of-the-ordinary opportunities to reap good karma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quite amazingly, it was the chain of events that occurred from the time we stepped out from our house to the time we reached home. Coincidentally, both occurrences had to do with public transportation. Timing perfection, i would say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were riding in the bus to Safra Club for dinner at Eatzi. As we hopped off at our desired stop, a middle-aged lady almost collapsed from the steps of the bus upon alighting. Luckily for her, Daddy was there to grab and carry her off the bus. So heroic! My suave daddy! Haha... Daddy, Mummy and bro tried their utmost best to keep her awake while alleviating her discomfort. Despite several attempts to call the ambulance, she persistently refused and knocked off every few seconds. Laying by the side of the bus bay, she appeared breathless and couldn't even utter a word. We stood around for quite some time until she could muster some strength to jot down her home address. Shortly after, a Malay guy voluntarily offered to chauffeur her home. The heartlander spirit. *Claps*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After this dramatic incident, we strolled over to Safra for dinner. It was superb. Though a subsidiary of Jack's Place, the food was equally delicious. Mama-mia~ Furthermore, from the large glass panes, we were presented with a pool of little kids and their parents frolicking in the water. Picture perfect. Much activity was taking place inside and outside the cafe. I simply loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since it was my 21st birthday, i ordered a slice of blackforest cake for myself. Lol. And the manageress added a candle to it. How sweet. Of course a birthday is never complete without making birthday wishes. So, i took this opportunity to make not one, but two wishes. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after dinner, we did a little shopping before heading home. Once again, opportunity struck. This time round, a mobile phone was found on one of the empty seats of the bus. I had every intention to call that fellow's friend to get his cellphone back but Daddy decided against it. In the end, he passed it to the bus captain to report as a lost-and-found item. Poor fellow, i hope he have his cellphone back by now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, this was the most memorable birthday i've ever spent in my life. Not only did it leave memories for me, but also for my lovely family. It will be etched in my memory for life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And not forgetting all the birthday blessings i've received. My sincere thanks to all of you. In addition, my dear friends who are giving me presents, i take this opportunity to express my heartfelt thanks. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an official major.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8057457227255194987?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8057457227255194987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8057457227255194987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8057457227255194987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8057457227255194987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/01/21st-birthday.html' title='21st Birthday'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8499482418459752175</id><published>2009-01-04T10:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:45:46.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a little something i heard over the radio one fine afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little boy placed a $5 bet with his grandpa. If he manages to insert the worm into the hole, his grandpa loses. Grandpa didn't believe his grandson could do it, since the worm was all curled up and slimy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy took out his hairspray and squirted it at the worm till it was &lt;strong&gt;stiff &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;. He then inserted the worm into the &lt;strong&gt;hole&lt;/strong&gt;. A surprised grandpa had no choice but to hand over $5 to his grandson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Immediately, grandpa grabbed the hairspray and disappeared into his room. Several hours later, grandpa emerged from the room and handed the boy $50. The boy was confused for he didn't place any bets with his grandpa after which. Grandpa's reply was, "This $50 is from your grandma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A "healthy" thought to kick start 2009. Haha... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8499482418459752175?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8499482418459752175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8499482418459752175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8499482418459752175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8499482418459752175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-joke.html' title='2009 Joke'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1360443215742518877</id><published>2008-12-29T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:43:31.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Unhappiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Double unhappiness struck in the month of December. First was the demise of my paternal grandmother. Second was the release of my exam results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Surprisingly, i was just a little upset. More appropriately, i was somewhat disappointed. Various reasons, which i shan't mention, led to my horrendous grades. They failed to secure me a second upper, much less a first class honours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Though i was far from expectations this time round, i'm not willing to bow down to failure. The adage "failure drives success" will work as my source of motivation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I must and will strive harder for the semesters to come, working my way up the ranks. It's a promise i'll adhere to for the next 2.5 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1360443215742518877?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1360443215742518877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1360443215742518877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1360443215742518877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1360443215742518877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-unhappiness.html' title='Double Unhappiness'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2543673028450179674</id><published>2008-12-21T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:36:27.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The final chapter of Grandma's life story ended on 17 Dec. How i wished time stood still. At least Grandma is still by our side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2 hours of non-stop rituals and cymbals clashing. It was ear deafening. A jazz band was also invited to play for Grandma. Their songs touched our hearts. The final piece being &lt;em&gt;"Goodbye My Love"...&lt;/em&gt; it tore our hearts apart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Several minutes later, the funeral procession started. We walked a certain distance on socks before boarding the chartered bus to Sin Ming. At the monastery itself, Grandma's coffin was lifted and after another round of rituals, her coffin was pushed into the incinerator. My heart bled. I could no longer control my tears from trickling down my face. That was the ultimate end. The very last time we could get close to Grandma... But i'll always remember her peaceful look when she was placed in the coffin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The entire area where her wake took place and the times we shared will be etched deeply in my mind. Everytime i pass by that area, memories of her wake will start flashing back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll always keep you in my heart... &lt;em&gt;Rest in peace Grandma.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2543673028450179674?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2543673028450179674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2543673028450179674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2543673028450179674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2543673028450179674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-chapter-of-grandmas-life-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5871712433830580104</id><published>2008-12-15T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:10:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning. For once, i could play tennis without the threat of the rain. And so, i set off happily to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Halfway into my journey, the most unexpected call came. Grandma lost the will to survive. She was 80. At that instance, a wishful thought came to mind. I would rather it rained and returned me my grandma...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the end, i headed back home and got ready for the wake. Prayers and chantings... Grandma looked peaceful. Many teared but we were consoled that she was finally freed from her sufferings. But the loss of a loved one is no doubt still bitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the wake, somehow everyone became closer as compared to every CNY meet-up. Life is such an irony. From the wake, I was surprised by the number of nephews and nieces i had. Time flew by so quickly without our knowledge. It scares me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the next few months, my world would be a sea of monochrome. And for the very first time, it would be a stay home CNY. Upsetting but necessary to respect the dead. In no time, it will be my turn. True enough, reality is dreadful for every day is a step closer to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5871712433830580104?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5871712433830580104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5871712433830580104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5871712433830580104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5871712433830580104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-of-grandma.html' title='Death of Grandma'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1368184160534881848</id><published>2008-12-12T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:52:33.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I teared. Out of remorse for not being able to fulfill my duty as a granddaughter. Out of pity for the state she is in today. And out of sorrow for seeing how much she has weakened over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A decade back, we were in no doubt she would live for another 20-30 years, given her hale and hearty condition. But the situation today seemed otherwise. According to doctors, her days are numbered...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The once robust her suddenly turned into a frail-looking old lady whom i could no longer recognise. Seeing her curled up in an awkward position due to her bed sores really pained me. In her hand, she clutched on tightly to a towel, never once letting go of her grip. It was almost impossible to pry open her fingers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Furthermore, she could hardly register our faces when we greeted her. All she did was stare back at us with dreamy eyes. Every now and then, she dozed off, awakening at the slightest sound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From a loud-mouthed her, she could not even mumble a word now. The only response she made was shaking her head. My heart truly went out to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Surrounding her were several medical equipment. One of which was to moniter her heart rate and blood pressure. The beeping sound of each heartbeat was a consolation. It frightened me during times when the beeps lengthened longer than they should. Her heartbeat was erratic which worried me alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She shouldn't be leading this life. Really, she shouldn't be. She deserved a much better life but sadly she chose this route... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;13 years ago, my maternal grandfather passed away. This was the one and only time where i experienced my loved one leaving me. The taste of permanent loss has since long left me. And i'm not ready to take on a second any sooner, or even forever. I'm afraid. Very afraid. I hate the sight of people whom i love leaving me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I then realised how &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; it was to recollect the past yet &lt;em&gt;disturbing&lt;/em&gt; to look into the future when it's full of uncertainty whether i'll even live past tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1368184160534881848?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1368184160534881848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1368184160534881848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1368184160534881848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1368184160534881848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/fear-of-death.html' title='Fear of Death'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1972107826731689969</id><published>2008-12-10T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:44:58.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec Sch Friends Meetup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First were my primary school friends. Now were my secondary school friends. This month has proved fruitful in meeting up with old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Qiu Han, Yuting and Cecilia - the three ladies i hung out with most often in secondary school. The greatest change award would have gone to Cecilia. Her outer appearance took a 360 degree switch. Qiu Han looked fairly the same as before, only with her hair dyed and rebonded. Yuting didn't change. Haha.. perhaps even slimmer than before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The four of us had lunch at Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe. Since it was a brand new outlet in Northpoint, customers streamed in and out non-stop. Though it was already past 1pm, there was still a queue outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Food was not bad. We were definitely spoilt for choice. There were more than 200 items to choose from. Their desserts were humongous. Qiu Han and Cecilia had a mango something something and the shaved ice piled up like that of an ice kachang, or perhaps even higher. They ate till their mouths and noses were numbed. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shopped around the new wing. I've walked around for a couple of times. The freshness of the shops had already died alittle for me. But at least they were far better than before the renovation set in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a short meetup and i was back home to accompany lovely Mummy. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1972107826731689969?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1972107826731689969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1972107826731689969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1972107826731689969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1972107826731689969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/sec-sch-friends-meetup.html' title='Sec Sch Friends Meetup'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5049137030602429809</id><published>2008-12-09T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:35:41.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Till We Dropped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the late morning, headed down to BPGHS to buy Babe's school books. They were darn heavy. Afterwhich, we adjourned to Northpoint for lunch at Ishi Mura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Foodcourt as it is named but it carries the looks of a restaurant. Bright green bamboo shoots ran across the perimeters of the 4-unit big foodcourt. They certainly added colour to the densely populated set of dark wooden furniture. A total of 10 stalls sold various types of Japanese cuisine ranging from ramen, sushi, tempura to rice burgers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;New to this foodcourt, the rice burgers definitely tempted me. I had a salmon menkai set for a mere $6.20. The salmon rice burger came with a drink and some fries. It tasted as good as it looked. Not only that, it was a fusion of the East and the West. A nice mix of two cultures - very interesting concept. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Daddy and Mummy around, our stomaches will always be stuffed with food. Today was no exception. We had a spread of food, man. Tempura (softshell crabs, sweet potato, lotus and mushroom), deep fried fish and chicken patties, squid, ramen, miso soup, japanese curry and lots of sushi! That's besides my rice burger set. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, the food was reasonably good considering both the price and flavour. I wouldn't mind going back for more again. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After such a hearty meal, we were in need of some exercise. We lingered in Giordano for god knows how long. Daddy is getting trendier! Haha... sexy jeans and tee. He claimed he looks younger that way. With lots of tease bugs in my genes, i couldn't help but strongly disagreed and he shot me a "furious" look. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We then proceeded to Esprit. It was having a clearance sale! That made my day. I busied myself with those pretty blouses. In the end, i made do with 2 blouses and easily persuaded Mummy to get me a wallet (which i claimed was for my 21st birthday. That always does the trick. Haha..) Woo hoo~ That somehow settled my CNY shopping. Ayyy... such a quick affair. Sad-ded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeps, right after the purchases, we were about to crumble. Shopping truly makes one really tired. That concluded our day out. Back home to rejuvenate! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5049137030602429809?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5049137030602429809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5049137030602429809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5049137030602429809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5049137030602429809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/shop-till-we-dropped.html' title='Shop Till We Dropped'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1482667812976681685</id><published>2008-12-08T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:44.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to tennis after a 3-month hiatus. It was great catching up with old friends while waiting for the rain to stop. Glad to see Coach is doing fine and looking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Managed to meet two year 1 juniors. That made me think back of the days when i first entered poly. 3 years have passed in an instance which brings me to where i am today (which i slightly regret. Haha..) If only time could turn back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The following day, i had a K Box session with the guys. Singing is always the best form of relaxation. Later on, we adjourned to X-Zone. Guys surely like arcade games, something which girls are unable to comprehend. Leonard is an exception. Haha.. he's my ally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Owing to Saturday's tennis, i was very very very lethargic on Sunday. Back at home last evening and with some good rest, i was revitalised. Got down to the task of sprucing up bro's room. Messiness irks me a lot. Seeing it clean with books/papers neatly arranged makes me happy. Haha.. And in the process of it all, bro woke up from all the noise i made. Heh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So another weekend zoomed past just like that. 3 more weeks before the new semester starts. Sian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1482667812976681685?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1482667812976681685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1482667812976681685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1482667812976681685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1482667812976681685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-weekend.html' title='December Weekend'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3631331112254136531</id><published>2008-12-06T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:58:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Bao Bao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prior to Baobao's evening jap lesson, both of us met up to catch Bolt at Lido. Rhino tickled me with its innocence and admiration for its idol, Bolt. Its looks reminded me of Harry Potter's Peter Pettigrew (wormtail), but far more adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the whole, the movie was pretty amusing. It clearly illustrated why dogs are still man's best friends after all. Also, Rhino was the motivation behind Mittens and Bolt, where the determined latter finally reunited with its lost owner. The movie wrapped up very nicely and as usual, it was a happy ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after Bolt, Baobao brought me to Taka for dinner. Introduced me to Japanese omelette rice. Yummy! but too huge a portion. My stomach was stuffed. Haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Both of us had a good time catching up and teasing each other like always. And we agreed Poly days were the best up till now. Haha.. Nothing beats Poly life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2 weeks later, someone's big day is coming up. Till then do we meet again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3631331112254136531?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3631331112254136531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3631331112254136531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3631331112254136531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3631331112254136531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-out-with-bao-bao.html' title='Day out with Bao Bao'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7471533517353416721</id><published>2008-12-03T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:57:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox @ AMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A promise made is a promise made. After postponing it for months, i've finally striked it off my to-do list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Committing myself to a promise really is a tough matter to fulfill, especially if the promisee is babe. Haha... Her incessant reminders forced me to get it done and over with. And that promise was none other than a treat to kbox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was the chosen day. Still, she wasn't satisfied with 3 hours of singing and requested for more. Hell, definitely not. My throat was hurting badly owing to lack of practice for the past couple of months. That ungrateful brat. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just realised babe's singing is pretty powerful. She held her songs better through a mic. It beats singing in the bathroom which rocked the entire block. I pity neighbours who had to be tortured by her early morning (5+ am) practices daily. She was the best alarm clock you could ever find. Isn't it? Haha... Gonna get it from her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Down with one promise, another to go. Shucks. That's what happens with younger sibling(s)... Boiled down by numerous promises which i must keep to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7471533517353416721?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7471533517353416721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7471533517353416721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7471533517353416721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7471533517353416721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/kbox-amk.html' title='Kbox @ AMK'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6336215911046956414</id><published>2008-12-02T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:02:49.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyclinic Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The nagging pain at the arches of my feet forced me to visit a doctor. Intended to obtain a letter of recommendation from the polyclinic to reduce my medical fees. That seemed redundant now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Doc diagnosed me suffering from plantar fasciitis - a medical term for flat feet. Great. Everything that involves feet movements is going to be cumbersome. Athletic activities though permissible have to done with care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Doc prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and advised committing myself to daily physiotherapy to relieve the pain. Also, foot arches have to be placed in shoes to reduce the muscles between the toes and heels from stretching the plantar. A suffering for life. That sucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seems like i'm destined for flats and pumps only. Heels and stilettos will only aggravate my condition. I can't elevate my height anymore! Oh man! Grrrr... Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Perhaps i will stop jogging from now on. Tennis... hmmm probably less strenuous sessions. Hopefully the foot arches and painkillers will help...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6336215911046956414?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6336215911046956414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6336215911046956414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6336215911046956414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6336215911046956414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/polyclinic-visit.html' title='Polyclinic Visit'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1542463604711689167</id><published>2008-12-01T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:19:33.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been tagged to do this... [Must have known i'm too free now. Lol]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. What kind of boyfriend/girlfriend do you like?&lt;br /&gt;- Jovial, friendly, intelligent, humorous, but most importantly, someone i feel comfortable with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. How do you celebrate your 1st month?&lt;br /&gt;- God knows. The guy should plan this, isn't it? Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Do you feel safe with your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- I've yet to find out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. When you saw your stead injured or sick, will you be there even if you're busy?&lt;br /&gt;- That depends on the seriousness of the injury/sickness and whether i can take urgent leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. When it is your 12th month and your stead was having another relationship, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Tough question. If stead has a gf outside means there are problems with our relationship. So i guess we got to thrash things out together and resolve this issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. What if you know your ex is still loving you when he/she is single and you're attached?&lt;br /&gt;- If he's an ex, that meant there was a problem somewhere which led to the breakup isn't it? That would probably stop me from returning to my ex. Furthermore, i already have a guy by my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. Name 3 love/sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;- Because you loved me, Because of you, There you'll be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. What do you do when you and your stead quarrelled?&lt;br /&gt;- If it's my fault, i'll apologise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. Do you wish to know that anybody is having a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;- Even if i do know, that doesn't mean that we will get into a relationship. But it'll be nice to know how well liked you are by the opposite sex. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. What if you're single and some people got a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;- Like i mentioned above, it has to be mutual and both characters must match well before even considering a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;11. When you fall in love with someone, how will you feel?&lt;br /&gt;- Flushed. Exploding with life. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;12. How many times did your ex/stead/someone break your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- Perhaps once?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;13. If your stead and you quarrelled, who will be the one to say sorry?&lt;br /&gt;- Got to be rational on this issue. My fault, i apologise. It works the other way too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;14. What if your stead wants to end the relationship? What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;- I will want to know the reason(s). If the journey through this relationship was bumpy and full of obstacles, i suppose ending it will be most ideal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;15. Did your stead give you any presents? Which did you like the most?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think i'm fit to answer this question. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;16. When is your last cry for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;17. Did you break your promise to your stead before? If yes, how many times?&lt;br /&gt;- No stead, no promises made. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;18. Do you wish to have a long lasting relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;19. Did your stead kiss you in public?&lt;br /&gt;- No stead, no kisses, no public affection. I'll bash him up. Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pass this questions to your friends to know how their relationship is going on :D Send them by MSN or ask them to copy and paste :D Post it in your blog :D Remember to put 10 names down to have a long lasting relationship :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Yi Zhen&lt;br /&gt;2. Stephie&lt;br /&gt;3. Huiling&lt;br /&gt;4. Dezhi&lt;br /&gt;5. Dickson&lt;br /&gt;6. Dave&lt;br /&gt;7. Dennis&lt;br /&gt;8. Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;9. Ming Yang&lt;br /&gt;10. Teresa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1542463604711689167?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1542463604711689167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1542463604711689167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1542463604711689167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1542463604711689167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8427585279556339399</id><published>2008-11-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:09:10.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6B Class Gathering 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6B class gathering was awesome. Thanks to Pammie’s great organization skills and her undaunted spirit in tracking down each and every one in the class. Kudos to Pammie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8 years have since passed. All i remembered of the days in Primary 5 and 6 was endless mugging. Until yesterday did i realise how much fun our class was. Reminiscing the past was definitely heart warming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The gathering was held at Ms Sam’s place - a beautiful and peaceful environment. Slightly more than half the class turned up, which was quite a success. Considering the fact that many of us lost touch with one another yet chatted so heartily upon seeing each other was simply incredible. The feeling was that of meeting many long-lost friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All of us looked just as we were in Primary 6. Only a handful looked somewhat different. Of course, hairstyles, heights and body widths could change overtime but face features somehow stayed the same. Amazing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Xuan Ming, Jun Hao and Jin Guan continually barbecued the food for us. We behaved like princes and princesses waited to be served. How evil... But they did it willingly. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lots of catching up was done with various classmates, even those whom i rarely spoke to previously. I was really glad and thoroughly enjoyed myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm looking forward to the next gathering. Once again, Pammie has offered to organise it for us. That's how sweet my bestie is. Thanks Pammie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8427585279556339399?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8427585279556339399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8427585279556339399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8427585279556339399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8427585279556339399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/11/6b-class-gathering-2008.html' title='6B Class Gathering 2008'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7531976945287025840</id><published>2008-11-25T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:05:58.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;November is a dreadful month. Meeting project datelines... preparing for exams... They drove me nuts but i experienced many first-times. Both good and bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My first-times:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worked till 6am to complete a project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slacked during exam period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Away from MSN for a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Experienced Fish &amp;amp; Co.'s "Hoo-ha" birthday song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Talking about Fish &amp;amp; Co., it was mummy's birthday yesterday! YAY! Mummy was so embarrassed when she was invited to stand while the entire Fish &amp;amp; Co. crew sang her F&amp;amp;C's very own birthday cheer + song. It was uber funny. The song had a tribal feel with all that "hoo-ha, hoo-ha". Mummy's very first experience in becoming an instant star. How nice a feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272781483747249202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SSyu0rUDDDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rgLv0gPAphU/s320/CIMG6739copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And now, the long awaited holidays have finally come. Today is the start of some good relaxation, yet i can't help but worry about my grades. Haiz... gonna score real badly this time round. Not even confident in scoring a GPA of 4.0 out a possible maximum of 5.0.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need the drive to strive harder next sem. But for now, i'll devote my time to enjoyment, enjoyment and MORE enjoyment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7531976945287025840?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7531976945287025840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7531976945287025840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7531976945287025840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7531976945287025840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-over.html' title='Exams Over!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SSyu0rUDDDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rgLv0gPAphU/s72-c/CIMG6739copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-6557435180653033792</id><published>2008-11-02T09:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:27:21.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just my luck to know them. If there is an escape route from this horrible mess, i would seek for it when i have the chance to. And i know this chance is drawing near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've yearned for it ever since a few months back. In recent times, i saw the ugly side of humans. Lots of them... so disturbing that it irritates me tremendously. Often, i wondered why there are such people around. If anything sux, this surely does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Putting up with nonsense frustrates me. I've had enough of it. Seriously enough. If this is the life i have to live for for the next couple of years, i'd truly made a wrong decision in the past. I hadn't expected anything of such to happen. It was an eye opener and sadly, there will be more to come in the society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Even daddy was pissed off. It shocked me for i didn't expect him to react that way. Usually, he will just listen to my grumblings and give useful advices. This time round, he flared up. Thanks daddy. At least someone understood the pain i'm going through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happiness has since left my life... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6557435180653033792?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6557435180653033792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6557435180653033792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6557435180653033792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6557435180653033792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/11/unhappiness.html' title='Unhappiness'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5091071506811545370</id><published>2008-10-22T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:01:42.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh no! 3 more weeks and the exams are here! Yet to prepare for them. Still buried under ongoing projects. 3 to be exact. Damn. On one hand, i wish the projects are over and done with. On the other, i wish they can continue forever, at least indicating that the exams are still miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reality is, projects are almost over and that signals the nearing of the exams. I never fail to get jittery over exams, never. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just completed keying in loads of data for one of my projects due next Fri. It was back-breaking and eyes-tormenting. Almost impossible that my degrees will not rise. That freaking IT database project which i'm clueless about. If anyone is adept in Microsoft Access, please lend me a helping hand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Way past bed time hour... after that bad bout of flu, i never once slept after 12am. Perhaps today is the start of an old practice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But Daddy and Mummy will be upset. Seeing that worried look on Mummy's face when i was too sick to crawl to school last Tues pained me. Clearly my issue but she was fretting over it. Daddy even made a trip out to the clinic specially to get me my medication coz i refused to visit the doc. Such sweet parents. :)) Wouldn't want them worrying about me anymore [though that's almost impossible]. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Clock reads 12:55am. I'd better turn in before Daddy pops into the room...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nites and sweet dreams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss "sweetest possible" very very much... haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5091071506811545370?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5091071506811545370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5091071506811545370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5091071506811545370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5091071506811545370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3909657525075469908</id><published>2008-10-15T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:19:02.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amidst the Buzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 weeks since i last blogged... Practically no time for that thanks to tests, projects and the continually piling load of homework. They are driving me nuts, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Until last Saturday did i first step out of the house in weeks to take a breather. Along with Chris, Dave, Eugene and Leonard, we went for K at Marina Square. It was enjoyable and we even took a group photo which will be pasted at the Kbox outlet itself. Instant stars! Haha... Right after K-ing, we headed to Billy Bombers. It was a hefty meal + money "wrangler". Haha... Cost me 31 bucks. Ouch...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, it was pretty fruitful for it was my first but will be my last. I don't know if i was paying for the quantity or quality. Perhaps the former since the latter failed to satiate my sharp tongue. I'm too much of a critic. =x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And who would have expected, i fell ill two days later. A bad bout of flu left me skipping lectures on both Monday and Tuesday. To add to the agony, Tuesday's lecture was darn important. But i really couldn't make it to school. Haiz... Gotta really depends on my coursemate's notes to get me through... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fortunately, Wednesday is a free day. Time for recuperation and not forgetting, catching up on school work. Damn. Life really sucks at times. If only time allows me to deviate from my studies for a short period of time, i'll gladly welcome it. I'm almost certain that period will only arrive in late November - after my exams. *Screams* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3909657525075469908?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3909657525075469908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3909657525075469908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3909657525075469908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3909657525075469908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/10/amidst-buzz.html' title='Amidst the Buzz...'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-5664326821337600530</id><published>2008-09-21T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:05:47.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is nothing i dislike about schooling except for this - group projects. Somehow, it is the cause of most conflicts and unhappiness among team members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At times, i prefer having individual projects to group projects. If a group project is capable of allowing one person to single-handedly manage it, i do not mind seeing to it myself. This beats aging over anger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thank those who actually lent me their ears. My blood was boiling and was just shot of spewing atrocious vulgarities. I require anger management skills which i foresee will be of good use in the near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As always, whenever something goes wrong, i'll reflect. Is it my problem or their issue? Am i too on the ball or they simply can't be bothered? I have no answer to it but personally i aim to complete tasks once assigned than panicking over them at the last minute. However, the latter always seem to be occuring in group projects. Things never get done till the eleventh hour. I'm really sick of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1.5 months after Uni started and this is the very first time i nearly blew my top. I hate - and i emphasize it with a capital H - people to accuse me for no particular reason due to their lack of knowledge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You used an irritated tone on me, accusing me of stuff i had so painstakingly done after much thought and research, which you knew nuts of and contributed naught, throwing accusatory remarks at me, which i could so easily refute. What's more, you implied my work to be equivalent to that of trash... Damn you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously, save yourself that embarrassment and check things out before slamming back at others. If you can't even interpret instructions correctly in the first place, kindly clarify before jumping to conclusions and getting yourself dumbfounded right after my explanation. After this incident, you definitely made me look at you differently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As my two confidantes put it, i ought to be a baddie at times. This will save me from getting bullied and taken advantage of by others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I always had the impression JC students were a studious lot, equipped with a reasonable level of intelligence. Perhaps that's only true for those from elite schools. It's high time i change my perception of them. I was so totally wrong from the start... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5664326821337600530?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5664326821337600530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5664326821337600530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5664326821337600530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5664326821337600530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/09/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed Off'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3179604685294349980</id><published>2008-09-17T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:39:26.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where is the much deserved attention for Paralympics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over is the Olympics and now comes the Paralympics. An equivalence of the Olympics but for the not so able-bodied athletes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This year round, Singapore did well and obtained several medals, both in the Olympics and Paralympics. I applaud the hard work put in by our talents. They are Singapore's pride and glory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First came the Olympics silver from the table-tennis women paddlers. That great achievement won the hearts of many Singaporeans and wowed the entire nation. PM Lee even postponed his rally in order for Singaporeans at home to catch the live telecast of the women's table-tennis finals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day, the women paddlers' faces were splashed all over the front page of the newspapers and two-three full pages of the sports section showed their glorious moments. Look at the amount of attention they received...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then came the Paralympics. Two of our athletes did our nation proud to earn a gold medal and several bronze medals. However, practically no media coverage was given to our home grown Paralympic athletes in the same way as did in the Olympics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I do not see why there is a difference in treatment between the Olympic athletes and those from Paralympics. All of them fought hard to earn Singapore world recognition but Singapore did not even give our Paralympic athletes the attention they deserve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Isn't a gold medal more prestigious than a silver? But why does a silver earn more prestige than that of a gold? Simply because it's from the Olympics and not the Paralympics?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is extremely unbecoming. We do not see in the daily papers the faces of our Paralympic heroines splashed all across the front page of the prime news section. Their faces were hidden until we flip the pages to the sports section. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From young, we've learnt never to discriminate against those who are less fortunate than us. Right now, they are doing their best to glorify the country but they received little or even no glory from their own country. How ironic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Despite their physical inabilities, they strived hard and competed with world-class athletes to gain a spot on the winners' podium, and they did. Unfortunately, we do not see the same kind of response as received by the Olympic athletes. In what way are they inferior to them? I simply do not understand and cannot comprehend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm definitely behind these Paralympic athletes not out of sympathy but that of courage, determination, perseverance and immense fighting spirit. Not any Tom, Dick or Harry can achieve such great results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, all of you deserve a thunderous applaud and should be welcomed back as heroines to Singapore. In no way are all of you inferior to anyone else. *Claps*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3179604685294349980?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3179604685294349980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3179604685294349980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3179604685294349980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3179604685294349980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/09/paralympics.html' title='Paralympics'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8760182257419027666</id><published>2008-09-17T22:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:38:37.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Financial Crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The sub-prime crisis has hit the world hard, especially in US, China and Japan. Never had i imagined two of the largest investment banks in the world to crumble. First Lehman Brothers incurred the largest debt ever and was liquidated. Next came Merrill Lynch, in a sudden takeover by Bank of America. And now, the latest is AIG - one of the largest insurance company in US. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What's happening to the world? I guess this is a question lingering somewhere in the back of almost everyone's minds. Financial institutions are no longer that safe and infallible as we all thought them out to be. One by one, due to the mortgage crisis, are either toppling or struggling to stay alive. Fortunately, JP Morgan and Goldman Sachs are stablized and hanging on well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is definitely taking a toll on all investors, especially those high net worth individuals who invested big time in these major companies. Fortunate ones who escaped unscathed are those who diversified their investments. Lucky you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Will a domino effect occur and strike Asia?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Currently, Singapore isn't very badly hit by this sub-prime crisis but who knows how much investments major corporations in Singapore made in these fallen investment banks? Luckily for regulators who manage Singapore's finance industry. Reserves are in surplus and should be able to cover any losses made when events like this happen. But for how long can they survive? Well, with fingers crossed, hopefully investments in Singapore will be safe now, and in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What lies ahead for the world? No one knows. But as it is now, everything looks grim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Who's next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8760182257419027666?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8760182257419027666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8760182257419027666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8760182257419027666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8760182257419027666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/09/recent-shocking-news.html' title='Financial Crisis'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8268176124067337284</id><published>2008-09-14T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:47:12.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autumn is soon over and winter's coming... Doesn't make much of a difference in Singapore for we will never experience the four seasons. Sadly, Singapore's weather can only toggle between rain or shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that's beside the point. It's already mid September. Time really flies. I'm tied down by my studies and CCAs (which i've been skipping), trying very hard to cope with the workload and projects. That's basically my life now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've been thinking of my friends ever since i entered Uni. Those good, old poly friends. All of you have been missed. When time permits, let's have an outing together. Perhaps in mid December. I suppose that's the best time? Before everyone return to their stressful lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wouldn't whine about how my life is totally devoured by my studies. That's how life is, isn't it? As a student, we always have to strive towards excellence, be it in grades or other activities. At work, adults have to strive towards meeting their companies' objectives as well as satisfying their needs. Different stages, different difficulties and challenges in life. I've slowly come to accept this fact. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just hoping to survive my 3 years without much obstacles. Enjoyment... I suppose that's a little hard to attain. To excel academically, enjoyment needs to be sacrificed. The reverse is true. I've yet to see one who has excelled remarkably in both. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Unless you are born with the brains]&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps striking a balance is the key. But how...? Always easier said than done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, do take loads of care. If you think you've been forgotten, you're not. There's always me who's thinking of you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8268176124067337284?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8268176124067337284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8268176124067337284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8268176124067337284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8268176124067337284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/09/drowning-deep.html' title='Drowning Deep'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-9173560195529847850</id><published>2008-08-31T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:03:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11 days since i last blogged. Been busy with all that Uni stuff. It's tormentous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23 Aug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of Daddy and Babe's birthdays, we celebrated it at a nearby coffeeshop. Birthdays are no longer that special to us. It's like any other passing day. Nothing grand nor spectacular. Everyone's just too busy with their own lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;29 Aug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's birthday! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happie Birthday Dearest Daddy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wishing you longevity and everlasting charm. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;30 Aug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my good old buddies. 2 GI Joes and 1 soon-to-be. Kbox :) My favourite. A good avenue to relief stress and enjoy my newfound hobby not too long ago. Haha... Sher was the one who introduced it to me. Thanks gal! Sadly, gotta go home to mug after that. Lots of catching up to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;31 Aug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe's birthday! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happie Birthday Dearest Darling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Love you muacks! Stay pretty and healthy always, baby :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And yes, back to studies and projects. 9 more weeks and hell's over (for at least a little while)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-9173560195529847850?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/9173560195529847850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=9173560195529847850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9173560195529847850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9173560195529847850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4946015353363233794</id><published>2008-08-20T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:47:31.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support M5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post is specially written to garner some support from all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Currently, all Halls of Residences in NTU are hosting Hall Pageants. Of course, all contestants (i believe) hope to win somehow or rather. Though i'm not one of them, simply because i don't live in Halls, and neither possess the looks nor figure to be one (haha), but my brother does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It sounds as if i'm selling him... but ya, i am giving him my fullest support as a sister. So, kindly help by supporting him at the following websites:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hall3-dnd.com/Cyberphunk.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.hall3-dnd.com/Cyberphunk.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the abovementioned website, to vote for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there is a need to click on other male contestants, press the down key and hit "Enter". Somehow, it is not possible to scroll down with the help of the mouse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quaffs.com/daniellee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.quaffs.com/daniellee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As for this website, one must first create an account. It will take less than 3 minutes to do so. After creating an account, enter into the website above and scroll to the bottom where there's a button named "Qool Factor". Click on the "Thumbs up" to vote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I sincerely thank all of you who have voted for my brother! Very much appreciated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4946015353363233794?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4946015353363233794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4946015353363233794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4946015353363233794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4946015353363233794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/support-m5.html' title='Support M5!'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6070272070377052517</id><published>2008-08-17T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:56:52.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Updates have been coming in slow due to the heavy workload in school. Sorry about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just a quick one here. School life's really a mad rush. Weekends are freed for mugging, weekdays are packed with activities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stuck to tennis as before. Passion's still burning strong. Haha... In addition to tennis, i may join the Investment Interactive Club as well. Looks interesting. So that's 2 CCAs among the seemingly endless work and projects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's even a need to go back to school on Sundays to discuss project matters. Good grace. As such, there's not much time left for leisure other than an occasional outing. Really dead beat. But the adrenaline is still gushing. So, i'm kinda enjoying myself amidst all the hecticness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Miss the times where i can go out freely and enjoy myself to the max. Miss bao bao, sher, stephie, soonie [i saw you! lol], elaine, dave, chris, eugene, tailun, xing juan, and many many more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh well, shall blog as much as i can during my spare time. Meanwhile, take care everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6070272070377052517?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6070272070377052517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6070272070377052517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6070272070377052517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6070272070377052517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/mad-rush.html' title='Mad Rush'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3357341847402833895</id><published>2008-08-10T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:33:51.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton Spoof Ad against McCain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=64ad536a6d" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="350" height="388" flashvars="key=64ad536a6d" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 350px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/paris_hilton"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3357341847402833895?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3357341847402833895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3357341847402833895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3357341847402833895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3357341847402833895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/paris-hilton-spoof-ad-against-mccain.html' title='Paris Hilton Spoof Ad against McCain'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-909441167334681048</id><published>2008-08-09T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:18:38.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in NTU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final day of my post-poly holidays, i met up with Dave, Chris and Eugene to catch Money No Enough 2. It was a heartwarming movie, with lots of ticklish moments. Not bad for a show after a 10-year comeback with overwhelming response from the locals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a bold move to criticise Singaporeans in a homegrown movie, but to a certain extent, it was so true. Singaporeans are too law abiding. Love to complain yet after awhile, the fever dies down and everything is back to normal. We always accept what the Government says eventually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Throughout the show, it emphasized on two very important points. Firstly, not to lust after greed and secondly, to cherish the deep, unconditional love parents have for their children, to the extent of sacrificing themselves. A touching movie which clearly expressed the hearts of many.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since the movie was right smacked in between lunch hours, we headed to Fish &amp;amp; Co. immediately after the show. Darn hungry. Yum yum~ The sharkie freeze was so huge and sour. It was perfect for pregnant ladies who feel nauseate during their first two trimesters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Return to school spelt the need to exercise more effort in studying. But not merely in academics. I'm going to enrich my life in Uni. The final lap before i step foot into some living hell for at least the next 10 years to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just the first week but i'm laden with loads of work. A project announced just this week is due in 3 weeks' time. Holy cow... A tutorial took me more than 3 hours to complete. Content wise, what was covered in poly was merely the tip of an iceberg. No wonder we couldn't have an advantage in skipping a year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And pitting against elites from JCs and other Polys is really exhausting. Competition is extremely intense. Hear them speak and i truly wonder if i made the right choice in going to NTU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Furthermore, the seminars conducted by Profs are really fast paced. I had problems keeping up with the speed. An adaptability problem which i hope will ease off in the near future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bless me.&lt;/em&gt; Hopefully i can complete this sonic speed semester smoothly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-909441167334681048?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/909441167334681048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=909441167334681048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/909441167334681048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/909441167334681048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-in-ntu.html' title='Life in NTU'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-6690349276323116059</id><published>2008-08-02T07:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:44:15.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlin's 20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caught it together with Sher, Lainee and Stephie in celebration with Sher's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A fairly action packed movie in the first few segments of the show. Upon the discovery of the dragon emperor's empire, exploration works began with Alex and Wilson. Lots of action took place here. Since this was just the beginning of the movie, of course, i naturally expected a climax towards the later parts of the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, that didn't happen. The excitement died down as the show progressed. When the dragon emperor revived, he didn't live long enough to match up to the expectations of the viewers. The fight between the explorers and the emperor ensued. Less than 5 minutes into the fight, the broken dagger was pierced into the heart of the emperor and he died. Just like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A show that lasted almost two hours ended with an anti-climax. The start of the show brought up the spirits of the viewers, only to be disappointed at the very end. Furthermore, Asian stars received less attention in the show compared to their Western counterparts. That was slightly depressing. In fact, out of the four Asian stars, three died. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luckily, there were bits of hilarious moments which made up partially for the loss. Overall, it's not too bad, at least to me. Probably a 3 out of 5. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dinner @ Swensens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dinner was lip smackingly good, for me. [probably i was just too hungry] The BBQ chicken with pasta which i ordered was yummilicous. Stephie and Sher had pasta while Baobao's was grilled salmon, which she complained wasn't good. That's a girl with a sharp tongue. Soonie joined us but only had desserts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We entertained ourselves with lots of topics. From the very usual to Soonie's orientation in NTU. SHIT!!! I didn't attend the Welcome Ceremony and missed out on the goodie bag which came with NTU's jacket! *Pulls hair*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dessert time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Stephie: Gold Rush.&lt;br /&gt;Sher: Sticky Chewy Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Baobao: Merri-mint.&lt;br /&gt;Soonie: Coit Tower.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mango Madness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tasted good. Others always call it a sin eating ice-creams but i never felt that way before. It's a sweet indulgence once in awhile, which wouldn't kill. Perhaps for the beauty conscious, it will. Haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Following dinner was a little shopping. That more or less summed up our day. Hope Sher enjoyed her birthday with us. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~*HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY SHERLIN!!!*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6690349276323116059?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6690349276323116059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6690349276323116059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6690349276323116059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6690349276323116059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/sherlins-20th-birthday.html' title='Sherlin&apos;s 20th Birthday'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-836792137846525063</id><published>2008-08-01T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:53:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joy should have been the word when i read the message. I longed for that sentence 2 years back. Now that i'd earned it, i should be beaming inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But no, i didn't feel that way at all. My heart only registered a wave of guilt and unhappiness. I rationalised and analysed, coming up with various reasons to dispel the notion of that implied meaning. It could very well be circumstances which induced such thoughts. Perhaps it will go away some time.. But i carry the hope that it will not develop beyond what's appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm happy with the current status. For once, i do not welcome changes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cruel twist of fate. If only time can rewind or fastforward. Things might have worked out differently. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadly, life is like an ongoing film which can never be rewound...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-836792137846525063?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/836792137846525063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=836792137846525063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/836792137846525063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/836792137846525063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-now.html' title='Why now?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1371421019808469057</id><published>2008-07-31T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:05:34.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>North-South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems like this is a week for visiting. This time round, i accompanied my parents to visit my maternal grandma. Lost some pounds, but looked much better than when she was first diagnosed with cancer. Parents did the catching up while i listened on. Definitely in a better shape than my paternal grandma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right after, we taxied down to Old Kallng Airport for lunch. Renovations do make lots of differences. The entire hawker center appeared to be cleaner and more spacious. Daddy did the ordering while mummy and i tucked in. Lol. Food was pretty good. Love the curry rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back home, rested for awhile before heading out to school for tennis. My tennis is getting from bad to worse. Can't seem to play well at all. Simply can't hold a candle to those who played less than i did. Sad case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chatted with Coach. A little difficult to part with for i had been in the club for 3 years. Today was my very last day playing tennis in NP. Afterwhich, when school starts, i suppose i will not have the time to head down to NP much. I will miss those tennis mates. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In and out of the house the entire day... Dead beat. Hit the sack soon after bath. Zzz... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1371421019808469057?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1371421019808469057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1371421019808469057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1371421019808469057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1371421019808469057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/08/north-south.html' title='North-South'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2447055027599325845</id><published>2008-07-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:27:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Dark Knight Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/quizzes/which-dark-knight-character-are-you"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Dark Knight Character Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test118/Batman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Batman.&lt;/strong&gt; You take your role in the world very seriously, and live up to your responsibilities diligently. You have felt pain in your life, and this pain guides you and reminds you of how important peace and safety is in the world. You train both your mind and body ruthlessly and have never called in sick for anything- EVER! You are naturally intelligent and are constantly sharpening your thinking skills and pride yourself on staying up to date on world events. It isn't always easy for you to ask for help because you have a huge streak of pride in your soul, but you are not a fool- so when you need a helping hand, you take it! You believe in justice and help seek it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVicmFpbmZhbGwlMkVjb2*lMkZyZXN1bHRzJTJGd2hpY2glMkRkYXJrJTJEa25pZ2h*JTJEY2hhcmFjdGVyJTJEYXJlJTJEeW91JTJG" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxNzQyNzkxOTkzNyZwdD*xMjE3NDI3OTk*NTYyJnA9MjkxMzMxJmQ9VjMmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2447055027599325845?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2447055027599325845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2447055027599325845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2447055027599325845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2447055027599325845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-dark-knight-character-are-you.html' title='Which Dark Knight Character Are You?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-103982204979699886</id><published>2008-07-29T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:51:52.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Visited grandma early in the morn. Saw the frail and old her... really heartbreaking. Once hale and hearty, now feeble and bed-ridden. Her body seemed to have deteriorated even further from the last time i visited her. Sad plight, i would say. Lots unsaid and untold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dropped by Lot 1 for lunch. Intake was less than usual. Passed all my food to Daddy and Mummy to finish. Right after, got some stationaries from Popular and headed down to World of Sports[WOS]. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally got myself a new pair of shoes. The retail associate is quite good looking. Haha! Sis will definitely fall head over heels for those type of guys. Lol. Joking. She'll have me killed for blogging this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bought a pair of shorts too. Running out of them. And Daddy signed me up for WOS membership. Whoever wanna purchase Mizuno, Columbia and/or OutDoors sportswear, please look for me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Discount of 15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with membership card. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the way out from Lot 1, met my primary school friend, Leonard. The primary school heart throb during those days. It's been ages since i last saw him. Probably 8 years ago. Amazingly, we managed to recognise each other at the same time. Still looked like before except that he's more mature and chubbier looking. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Adjourned to Causeway Point after that. Bought dinner from a Malay concessionary stall in CS. Cold Storage is definitely the favourite hangout for Daddy and Mummy. Never fail to enter when they get to CwP. And it's Metro again. Bought what was necessary and poof! back to our lovely home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-103982204979699886?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/103982204979699886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=103982204979699886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/103982204979699886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/103982204979699886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-of-sports.html' title='World of Sports'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2835172081266413335</id><published>2008-07-23T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:29:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Rebonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've put up with the frizziness, split ends and damaged hair for 20 years. Dad was a constant critic of my unkempt hair. Not that i wanted it this way... Sick of having to clear those loose strands and those entangled ones caught in the comb, i put a stop to all of that yesterday. Enough was enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4.5 hours... I was perhaps their longest sitting-in customer for the day. Business was brisk. People came and go while i still sat on that arm chair, wondering when was the time i could walk out that door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It took forever. First up was hair cutting. Trimmed here and there, had my fringe snipped shorter, layered my hair again so that the hair wouldn't look too bulky... The usual that i had when i go for a hair cut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A while later, the hairdresser smeared some substance over my hair. It was horribly piercing. I was chemically intoxicated. Every gasp of the air, i smelt the stench all around me. I could hardly breathe. For once, how i wished i could live by without breathing. I was urgently in need of detoxification. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank God, it was washed off after what seemed like eternity. Then came the straightening part. That was fun. The heat was comforting but towards the end, my hair felt like it was on fire. The sides of my face were heated up but soon after, the steam evaporated and the heat dissipated. Ohh... felt wonderful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thought that was the end of it. Damn. I was so wrong. It was another hour or two before the entire process ended. Thereafter, she smeared another substance all over my hair again. This time round, i sniffed the air around, hoping it wasn't as pungent as the previous. Phew... It wasn't. Smelled pretty sweet actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A second wash. Hair washing felt real good. Free head massage. Haha... After the hairdresser dried my hair a little, she spreaded treatment over my hair. Shit. That's another 10 minutes of waiting for the substance to set in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The final hair wash. Only the straining of the neck was uncomfortable. I had my neck strained for all three washes. Now, i'm experiencing the after effects of it. Argh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was so god damn happy that this never ending process was nearing completion. But then, she started taking out her scissors and comb again. SCREAMS!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She's professional in her job. That, i have no issue with. But, i was sitting there for the past four hours, surviving on 300ml of water and 1 bloody sweet. My stomach was grumbling like crazy then [ i hadn't had my lunch, you see...]. Oh geez, when she kept her hairdressing instruments, i jolted up from my seat, paid up and left. By then, the clock read 4.00pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Expensive job done. Hair's finer and smoother. Time to satisfy my growling stomach...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2835172081266413335?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2835172081266413335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2835172081266413335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2835172081266413335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2835172081266413335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/hair-rebonding.html' title='Hair Rebonding'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1753217787808470958</id><published>2008-07-16T11:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:28:21.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox @ Cine 14 July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fortnightly kbox sessions were put to a stop after Dave went into NS. I lived without it but was itching for one session until the gals organised it. Woo hoo~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This Monday, we had an afternoon session at Cine's Kbox. Fun fun fun! I love the green apple from the rainbow series. Flavoured thirst quencher + squashy cubic jellies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Free show in the next room where the Secondary school girls got really high. They were... dancing with their hands. Whatever that means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So were the gals. Busy flashing shots at one another. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soonie and i duet 一眼瞬間 which sounded much better than the previous time we attempted. However, another failed attempt at 珊瑚海. Haha! We tried but still, it didn't seem to work out well. NO MORE 珊瑚海!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223456219225275266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SH1xwZ66O4I/AAAAAAAAABU/_yx135AsErU/s320/kbox_14.7.08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Solo Duet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223456767459130514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SH1yQUQC_JI/AAAAAAAAABc/0RA5E--moh0/s320/kbox_14.7.08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soonie! My duet partner always~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223457441732720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SH1y3kHZd0I/AAAAAAAAABk/GAMLW0yndMk/s320/kbox_14.7.08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Huiling &amp;amp; Stephie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223457987314848258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SH1zXUkUEgI/AAAAAAAAABs/D3JY6Y22S1A/s320/kbox_14.7.08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1753217787808470958?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1753217787808470958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1753217787808470958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1753217787808470958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1753217787808470958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/kbox-cine-14-july-2008.html' title='Kbox @ Cine 14 July 2008'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SH1xwZ66O4I/AAAAAAAAABU/_yx135AsErU/s72-c/kbox_14.7.08+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-2398026617320565527</id><published>2008-07-11T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:28:13.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Medical Check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took me a freaking 1.5 hours to reach NTU. Not taking into account NTU students were enjoying their holidays and the bus and train arrived just as i reached the bus stop and platform respectively. Adding up all the waiting allowances, that will be almost 2 hours before i alight at NTU which means i still need an additional 5-10 minutes before getting to my desired location. Shee-it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Compared to Soonie, i guess i'm luckier. She took almost 2 hours just to reach NTU. Anyway, our main purpose to NTU was to get screened. That compulsory medical check-up. Quite liked the idea for i hadn't done any in my life. An avenue for me to ensure that all results were negative - i am healthy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The problem was getting to the medical centre. Haha... first the lifts were slightly confusing until a professor [he should be one?] explained to us that we were at B5 due to the hilly structure of NTU. So to get to B2, we should go UP instead of DOWN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But somehow we were stuck at B2 for it was separated between the two adjacent blocks. Yadda yadda yadda... we went up and down, up and down... until we finally got to the medical centre. Wooo~ felt really happy. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the medical screening, i had to submit forms at the Student Services Centre [SSC] which looked really nearby in the map. It was but way up high. Once again, we met with dead ends and had to retrack our steps. Two kind souls directed us the route to SSC. We had to take the lift to the rooftop just to climb more steps to get to SSC. OMG. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;More than an hour circling just a tiny part of NTU, we were already tired out. What's more the rest of NTU. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H.U.G.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Given 3 years to explore NTU, ill make sure i get to every nook and cranny of this majestic empire before i graduate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thereby presenting 2 lost souls in NTU. Self-exploration was fun. Haha... =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2398026617320565527?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2398026617320565527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2398026617320565527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2398026617320565527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2398026617320565527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/ntu-medical-check-up.html' title='NTU Medical Check-up'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8561600769952562289</id><published>2008-07-08T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:22:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ISFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfj.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you express your emotions through actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8561600769952562289?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8561600769952562289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8561600769952562289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8561600769952562289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8561600769952562289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-7456982486147701905</id><published>2008-07-06T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:38:55.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shokudo &amp; 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The turnout for the supposed Yr 1 class gathering was pretty pathetic. But nonetheless, i enjoyed each and every single one of their company. A total of 6 of us namely Xing Juan, Stephie, Bao bao, Xhi Ween and Guan Hong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch @ Shokudo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting card payment system. Accumulate the dollar amount of each dish ordered, capped to a maximum of S$100, and make payment before exiting. Saves the hassle of digging for notes and coins every now and then when one wishes to make an order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Different from a typical restaurant, one doesn't get the chance to warm up the seat for long before making another trip to get more food [no matter what, you've just gotta leave the seat at least once]. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stalls are located at all areas in the restaurant. Seats are self selected. There are no waiters/waitresses to usher to a specific seat. And seats at one side are totally different from those at the other end. Very unique layout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The array of food are entirely Japanese cuisine as its name suggests. We had a table full of rosti with curry, seafood ramen, assorted mushroom and veg soup, prawns, and omelette seafood rice with chicken chop. In addition, we also had ham and cheese omelette, and cookies &amp;amp; cream ice-cream waffle. I love the latter two! Lip smacking good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Each of us spent an average of $15 or so. Quite reasonable considering the amount of food we had. And what was more important was the catching up and non-stop teasings! Another thing good about this restaurant is it doesn't chase customers out once they finish their food. We sat in till we decided to go for a movie at 4pm [no earlier plans made on that].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned above, we settled for 21. Personally, i did enjoy the movie. Perhaps because it had something to do with Math and the stars in the show were fresh and young. I suppose this movie was meant to target teenagers as well as young adults.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ben, an MIT college student, was offered a place in his dream school - Harvard Medical School. He applied for a Robinson's Scholarship worth $300,000 which aimed to select the elite of the elites. Unfortunately, with his current elitist results, it did not dazzle the Dean for others were equally as good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With a mundane life, it was almost impossible for him to obtain the Scholarship. And that equalled to him being unable to enrol into Harvard due to the cash shortage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As he's a genius and extremely gifted in Math, he was approached by one of his lecturers [Micky] to join a "club" where they counted cards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Counting cards in this case meant -1 for cards (10, J, Q, K), 0 for cards (2-9), +1 for Ace [If i didn't remember wrongly]. The desire to earn that $300,000 instead of trying to rely on the Scholarship, took him to Las Vegas. There, he trumped in Blackjack with the help of his team. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;His life changed since then. He found the thrill and earned big through this job. He neglected his friends and 209 competition [an IT competition]. Now, earning $300,000 wasn't enough. He yearned for more. That's when his emotions ruled over his head. No longer counting cards but gambling as they put it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that's where he stumbled and fell. He fell real hard. He was worse off than when he wasn't even involved then. Everything was taken away from him - Micky's doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But he never gave up. He was determined to get back everything he lost. In cahoots with the Lost Prevention Officer [Cole Williams] in the Las Vegas casino, he outwitted Micky and lured him back to the casino to be the big player. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Micky had an old feud with Cole and the latter wanted to settle it with him. So Micky had his retribution while Ben finally made it to Harvard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With such an extraordinary life experience, that indeed dazzled the Dean...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story: Greed is the root to all evils. Never allow money to rule over your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Pics to be posted up soon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-7456982486147701905?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/7456982486147701905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=7456982486147701905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7456982486147701905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/7456982486147701905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/shokudo-21.html' title='Shokudo &amp; 21'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8399952515633129028</id><published>2008-07-04T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:55:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hancock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Together with Eugene, Chris, Tailun and Weijie, we met up at Cineleisure to catch Hancock. It portrayed Will Smith as Hancock, a superhero who possessed extraordinary strength. Imagine him flinging SUVS around and getting rammed into by a train but remained unscathed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unrealistic it might be, it surely was entertaining. Unfortunately, the camera shook quite abit and left me nearly puking. How much i wanted to watch the entire show but the dizziness was driving me crazy. I had to shut out every now and then to ease the nauseate in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally the show came to an end. Relieved me from my discomfort. Then we headed over to Taka for dinner at Breeks. The hotplate salmon steak i had was fantastic! Every single piece of food on the hotplate soothed the tastebuds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Afterwhich, we adjourned to Swensens for desserts and finger food. With 4 guys, it can't be anything too little. So we dug into a GIANT Earthquake. 8 large scoops of ice cream. Though sinful, we thoroughly enjoyed it. My favourite was the lime sherbet. Totally different from others. It doesn't have a creamy taste to it. Quite icy and literally melts in the mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we savoured the taste of each scoop of ice cream, we chatted about almost anything we could think of. Since we had no intention of leaving early, we sat in and ordered fries to pass our time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I believe that meal requires more than three 2-hour sessions of vigorous tennis to burn off the calories. Oh man... Gotta hit the courts soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks Eugene for the movie treat! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8399952515633129028?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8399952515633129028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8399952515633129028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8399952515633129028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8399952515633129028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/hancock.html' title='Hancock'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-4683363899722873047</id><published>2008-07-01T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:15:58.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VivoCity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the way down to VivoCity, eager to get our hands on the tauhu goreng, only to be disappointed when the stall had been taken over by others. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So Daddy, Mummy and i settled for some other food. I ordered a plate of nasi lemak which cost me almost $10!!! $9.40 to be exact. Sheesh. When i saw the price appear on the cash register, i went "berserk". Daddy returned me a shocked look and we walked back to our seats exclaiming over the costly plate of nasi lemak. OMG OMG OMG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haha, Daddy was so understanding. He took the time to rationalise the reasons for the steep price of the food. In fact, everything there was pretty expensive. Not only the food. Just walk into any of the shops and the price tags automatically usher one out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Puma, Tommy Hilfiger, Topman, Nautica, etc. Not at all suitable for the mid-class families to shop for luxurious goods. Can see, can touch, but cannot buy = window shopping. I saw a bag in Tommy Hilfiger which looked so pretty. A spacious sea blue bag with a layer of gloss on the outside. I didn't even bother to look at the price tag then. Must have cost a bomb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mummy loves to shop in marts. Perhaps it's every homemaker's favourite place? Giant, CS Marketplace... Giant really lives up to its name. Really enormous in there. Wonder how much is its monthly rental...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On and on we walked until we came by The Cocoa Tree. Chocs and sweets! I love the former. Definitely a must-go for the sweet-tooth. We purchased some chocolates having tasted it some months back. Thanks ah di. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Afterwhich, we adjourned to Chinatown to buy dinner and tomorrow's breakfast. Yums~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-4683363899722873047?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/4683363899722873047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=4683363899722873047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4683363899722873047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/4683363899722873047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/07/vivocity.html' title='VivoCity'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-492442053869448536</id><published>2008-06-29T22:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:28:22.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling @ ECP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mummy: Woah, you are burnt. (Laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: REALLY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's what we had in return for cycling at ECP yesterday. Huiling, Soonie, Stephie and i had sunburns after a 2-hour cycle in ECP. Till now, it's still burning or rather, itching. I looked like a cooked lobster. And Miss Huiling is going for a second round today. Geez...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After lunch at KFC, we rented bicycles from the nearest shop in BigSplash. It cost me $12! Grrr... so expensive! 2 years ago, we only rented bikes for $6 or so for 2-3 hours. Here, economics played a part... Inflation rates, cost of crude oil increasing, etc... FINE! Unwillingly, i parted with my $12... Sobs... Lol. Sound like a miser. Haha... Who cares? I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We completed one side of the park which was a short distance away from BigSplash. Then we made a U-turn and headed for the other direction. Mission: To complete the entire route before we make our way back to the bicycle rental shop 2 hours later. That was a bad choice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1 hour later, we parked at a convenient store to get some drinks. The crazy weather was dehydrating us. And we were drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But the breeze that accompanied the ride was refreshing. Feeling the wind slap against my face, that was just so exhilarating. What's more, the adrenaline rush was simply amazing. Unable to drive a car now, i'm somewhat satisfied with that of a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Along the way, we stopped by two jetties to enjoy the sea breeze. Parks and beaches are truly great places for relaxation. Indeed, it lifts one's mood up, real high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Due to the lack of time, we were unable to complete our mission. We headed back to BigSplash instead. And yes, cycling is a great time to people watch too! Bladers, Caucasians (YAY!), little kids, couples, families, friends, first-timers... This reminds me. Huiling and i were riding side by side when we saw this guy so engrossed in people watching, he didn't notice a water hose that was laid across the tracks and tripped over it. Ouch! Watch it, man! *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Very quickly, 2 hours came to an end. We cleaned up and walked over to Carl's Jr with wobbly legs for a drink. Not a very refreshing drink for i made really bad iced tea. So sorry, gals. =x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love the shuttle bus. It was PRIVATE! A chaffeur, a bus leader and only the four of us on board. Hehe.. We were busy snapping pictures and our little chaffeur stole glances at us. Hey, don't peep! Well, we paid a dollar for each private bus ride though. But it was fun in the bus. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bushed. Longed for a refreshing bath~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217317478876362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SGeimsDcteI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sk5jlYHS60Y/s320/ECP_28.06.08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stephie &amp;amp; Huiling @ Bedok Jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217318295081345698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SGejWMp4YqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6MsX9jnZJac/s320/ECP_28.06.08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoying our private bus ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217319211001584290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SGekLguSGqI/AAAAAAAAABE/eDBqDXi94Y4/s320/ECP_28.06.08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sisters Three!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217320420800334114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SGelR7kyCSI/AAAAAAAAABM/4jsk_tp2Elo/s320/ECP_28.06.08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Jie~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Stephie LOVES taking pics. LOL. Oops. =x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-492442053869448536?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/492442053869448536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=492442053869448536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/492442053869448536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/492442053869448536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/cycling-ecp.html' title='Cycling @ ECP'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SGeimsDcteI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sk5jlYHS60Y/s72-c/ECP_28.06.08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-5928511331363341028</id><published>2008-06-27T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:04:24.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut with Mummy &amp; Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A rare opportunity came by where Babe didn't have volleyball training after school hours and i was free. Grabbing hold of it, i got Mummy and Babe to Pizza Hut for lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's another tick off my to-do list. It had been unmarked since i made this promise months back. Finally, it's done! One burden off my chest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were enveloped by lots of students. Tables all around were school kids. Oh man... suddenly, i felt old again. So sad... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lunch was filling. Just the pasta, soup and drink made me bloated. Appetite's getting smaller. Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then it's shopping time! To ease the stomach bulge after a heavy lunch. Bought myself 2 pairs of shorts. So happy! The addiction kicked in again. Bad bad bad. Babe too! That's why we are sisters :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;CS as usual. Shopped around for some other stuff and poof we were out from Causeway Point. Tireddddddddd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-5928511331363341028?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/5928511331363341028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=5928511331363341028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5928511331363341028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/5928511331363341028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/pizza-hut-with-mummy-babe.html' title='Pizza Hut with Mummy &amp; Babe'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-3930000629115122668</id><published>2008-06-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:24:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coordination of Two Feet Only?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somewhere in the newspapers last week, a European grandma in her early 60s was featured for having completed 32,000 km over the past 5 years in an attempt to highlight the preciousness of life, at the same time, raise awareness on prostate cancer after it took away her husband's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Crazy it may sound, given her age and the distance covered. However, she simply shelved her accomplishment aside, saying it was the least she could do. But this final line of hers struck me deep. "I had to do something and this was a small thing really - &lt;strong&gt;just putting one foot in front of the other&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Easier said than done. Seriously. I cultivated a habit of jogging a few years back but simply gave up after several months. It wasn't as easy as "just putting one foot in front of the other" as she mentioned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First, the mere thought of the running process puts me off. Second, all the pain my feet is going to experience makes me shun away from jogging even more. I don't wish to have a repetition of the muscles swelling at the arch of my foot, and the weak ankles acting up again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moreover, joggers must have determination, willpower and be mentally strong in order to complete the distance they set for themselves. All of which, i lack. I suppose i'm just plain lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's why i always admire marathoners who enthusiastically signed up when Singapore announced earlier this year about its up and coming Olympic and Ultra Marathons. I guess i would never ever sign up for one my whole life. Those gruelling runs... they enjoyed the process of it all. 42km... 84km... Geez, one foot in front of the other only? I believe there's more than just the movements of the feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And not only the marathoners. Success stories of men and ladies who set up an exercise regime for themselves, determined to lose some pounds off their heavy frames. When will i ever get myself to do that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Argh!!! I need some serious motivation to get my feet moving. Haha... i wonder when will that be... =x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-3930000629115122668?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/3930000629115122668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=3930000629115122668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3930000629115122668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/3930000629115122668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/coordination-of-two-feet-only.html' title='Coordination of Two Feet Only?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-8076086058197905783</id><published>2008-06-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:31:15.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox with Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kept my promise. Brought Babe to Kbox on Sunday. She loves to sing, just like me. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 hours long. Oh man.. my voice literally cracked. Somehow, after it cracked, the songs sounded better. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And Babe can sing Angela Zhang's songs! Omg, her key is kinda high. I seldom attempt her songs for it would only earn me a sore throat. *Claps*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She disliked the lunch so much so that she didn't finish her food. Babe wasted food~ Anyway, it was chicken rice. One of her all-time favourite. Amazed. Then she claimed she was hungry. &amp;amp;%*!@(*) Really deserved to be bashed up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Glad she enjoyed herself before the new semester started. Work hard Babe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-8076086058197905783?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/8076086058197905783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=8076086058197905783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8076086058197905783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/8076086058197905783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/kbox-with-babe.html' title='Kbox with Babe'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1020422806492045047</id><published>2008-06-22T18:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:28:23.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis BBQ - 21 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pm_yLt-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4sUR_esmmyU/s1600-h/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214651168475297762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pm_yLt-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4sUR_esmmyU/s320/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man/boy stealing ladies' spotlight... Tsk tsk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pYk1MhuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q5xEU9MYTc4/s1600-h/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214650920722007778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pYk1MhuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q5xEU9MYTc4/s320/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Current Tennis Club Members!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pQTQYBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8rqojGsd5c8/s1600-h/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214650778565215666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pQTQYBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8rqojGsd5c8/s320/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tennis Club Alumni 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BBQ @ Chris' Place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The night belonged to the tennis club members and Chris' brother [Ren Yi]. Coincidentally, it was his birthday as well. Not that the club had won in any tournament and called for a celebration... Merely a night to have fun and spend perhaps the very last gathering before all of us go our separate ways. Guys to NS, girls to work or further studies. Sounds sad, but that reality. Unless the current batch organises another. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was truly a night of laughter, catching up and fun! I hope everyone did enjoy themselves. Matchmaker failed in doing his job well. Haha... Saved the kids from embarrassment though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Coach turned up with his wife. How sweet. =) There he went teasing almost everyone he saw. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, Chris was made the culprit for every minor incident which happened. Two incidents with the birthday cake, one with the durian agar agar, and what had them. Poor him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Weijie showed off his singing talent once again! Ought to take part in a singing competition man! Babe was blown away by his singing. Lol. Oops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dave was back to mainland Singapore before setting off to Tekong on Sunday again. Looked the same actually. Lol. Not many changes. Perhaps he got slightly tanner only? And of course, BOTAK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Babe loved Sidney for whatever reason she had. He is cute, he is humorous and his laughter is contagious. Sorry Ren Yi, Sidney stole your limelight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And there's Hui Ching, Audrey and SK whom i hadn't met in months or even years. Great to see them again. Hui Ching was still the same old bubbly her. Audrey is getting slimmer each time i see her. Can i feed you some of my fats? &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, the current tennis club members. Those of whom showed up for the bbq: Dennis, Jason, Wei Siong, Ji Yong and Keniji. The latter two showed up late and expected food to be ready for them. Sorry, minor hiccups earlier and the bbq started late. Only buffet to satisfy you guys for the moment. Haha... Oops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like every other time, Dennis was busy disturbing people. Tsk tsk... Lol. Smash cake in my face?! Dream on. Haha... You will have cream up your nostrils if you ever do that to me. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jason was irritated by a kid from the next bbq table. Persistently wanted to play with his PSP. Unable to swing him off until much later. Poor Jason. At least he was attracted to your PSP and not you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wei Siong... Come to bbq, eat until too full. In the end, sat down to chat on the phone with ahem ahem. For that, he was not spared by the guys. Instantaneously, he was teased and made fun of . Haha... Lesson learnt: Never do anything personal at a gathering which can spark a rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. And how can i forget that public portable toilet? I was awed by technology once again. The toilet has all the facilities needed for both businesses. A rim of toilet paper, a sink, soap, a hand dryer and most importantly the toilet bowl. There was no flush attached to the toilet bowl at all. No tap to turn the water on, no sensor to get the water running. Present were two pumps only. One to flush and the other to turn the water on. Just step, step and step. You get whatever you want. SO COOOOL! Sounds like a bloody sua gu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Guess i end off here or the post will be never-ending with too many details. And i had to end the post talking about a toilet. Oh man... =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, to express my gratitude: Thanks Chris and family! Thanks to all who turned up for the bbq yesterday night! It wouldn't have been a success without you guys. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1020422806492045047?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1020422806492045047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1020422806492045047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1020422806492045047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1020422806492045047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/tennis-bbq-21-june-2008.html' title='Tennis BBQ - 21 June 2008'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IkCz_TZ-rP8/SF4pm_yLt-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4sUR_esmmyU/s72-c/BBQ+%40+Chris+Place+(21+June+2008)+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794321.post-6762940091740496194</id><published>2008-06-19T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:02:49.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is coming to a month since i last heard from you. There were so many times i toyed with the idea of contacting you first but then, i simply gave up the idea of doing so. Up till today, i am still hearing no news from you. Neither did you take the first move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm still carrying the hope that you will approach me first but that may seem almost impossible now. Having heard news that you've got attached, all hopes are dashed. My heart sank but nothing that painful. I've learnt to take things lightly after ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh well, perhaps we are not meant to be, not ready to take the first step, not ready to face each other after that night. Your words made my heart flutter but those could all just be sweet nothings. Regrettably, i did not cherish that moment with you. So many burning questions but i couldn't seem to get them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since no initiatives were taken, that just marked the end of whatever-you-wanna-call-it. Sad though but that's life. You lead yours, i lead mine. Perhaps we are merely passers-by in each other's lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Take care my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-6762940091740496194?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/6762940091740496194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=6762940091740496194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6762940091740496194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/6762940091740496194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-one.html' title='Are you the one?'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-1630518778085542533</id><published>2008-06-18T17:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:27:20.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You (19 Dec 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obstacles in life... While some are easy to overcome, others may not be so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I waited patiently for her to arrive. Finally she came. I was really, really happy to see her again. It had been ages since we last met. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well-liked by many, she was still the same old jovial her. Nothing was amiss. Just that it seemed as if she had lost some much needed pounds off her petite frame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Curious to find out how she was doing, i engaged a conversation with her. Controlling the conversation with my many questions, she answered them readily. All i expected to hear was a "They are all doing fine/great." But that sentence never came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The truth was deafening. I couldn't come to terms with what she had just said. A lump had unknowingly formed at the back of my throat. I gulped it down and stared blankly at her. For that split second, she had a distant sad look in her eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How much i wanted to hug her there and then. But bred an Asian, i had my reservations. All i could offer was a pat on her shoulder. This heartwrenching news was too much to bear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Being a stranger to the family, i found it hard to accept the truth. What's more the immediate family members. It definitely will be a life-changing event for them all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The conversation i had with her replayed again and again after that night. I don't know how i will be able to cope if that ever happened to me. Well, though i know it will someday. It's just a matter of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The fragility of life... An obstacle which will take years to overcome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life's really unfair at times. Why must You give them everything and take away what's most precious to them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I said a little prayer for you and your family. I sincerely hope all of you will be able to pull through and walk out from this darkness. God bless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-1630518778085542533?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/1630518778085542533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=1630518778085542533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1630518778085542533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/1630518778085542533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-of-elaines-father.html' title='You (19 Dec 2007)'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-2915281316310692998</id><published>2008-06-17T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:58:20.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FTT &amp; Kbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a fitful sleep last night. I cleanly forgotten about my FTT test [which was today], until Sunday night when i was about to go to bed. &lt;strong&gt;S.H.I.T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Monday was spent staying home, reading through the test questions. One after another. I even took notes. =.= All that clutch and different brakes were driving me nuts. And some of the answers didn't make utter sense to me. Too much common sense and logic can work against one at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sat for the test with Huiling. That touchscreen was really... i have nothing to say. It didn't like the softness of the fingers but preferred the hard, pricky nails emerging from the fingers. I was literally putting up a fight with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the first 20 questions, i was struggling to get that stubborn screen to follow my instructions. The two persons seated beside me must have thought i was some mad fellow. All thanks to that stubborn screen which refused to budge. Sensitivity level should be pushed to the max man. Since it didn't like my gentle touches, I had it bobbing back and forth with every hard push i gave. Neither did it work. I was really exasperated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the next 30 questions, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;POKED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. Obediently, it cooperated with my fingernails. So that was the trick. Finger&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NAILS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It hated the finger. It loved the nails. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, i ended that misery of mine. Checked it once through. Didn't want to spend extra cash and time for failing this test. With 25 minutes left, i ended the test and prayed hard. What appeared on the screen made my day. &lt;em&gt;*Smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rushed to NTUC, got some stuff and hurried home. I had slightly more than a hour before i run late for my appointment. Lunched and washed up before i headed out again. Luckily, i was reasonably late. Just 5 minutes. The rest came later. Hahaha! Some consolation there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So what can 5 people who came from all parts of Singapore [just lacking the South] be doing at 2pm in AMK Central? The only answer is KBOX! Our lalala~ time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Weijie's singing marvelled me throughout. That's one plus point in addition to his charisma. No wonder he's such an eligible bachelor. Girls fawning all over him. Oddly, i wasn't attracted to him since day one when i got to know him. Something is really wrong with my senses. Lol. Nevertheless, he's a nice friend to hang out with. An ideal contender for those idol competitions. If only i joined choir in secondary school... Argh!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tailun was really cute when he sang. Somehow, he seemed to be catching up with the lyrics all the time. But his voice is powerful. Need some honing and ta da! A new star will be born. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And my two buddies, Eugene and Chris. Chris and his 2-litre waterbottle. Wooo~ Shocked expressions appeared from face to face. Lol. And great! Eugene made it to the Guiness Book of Records for appearing in Kbox TWICE, to date. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Accompanied Tailun to dinner afterwhich. He wiped his mouth and had two pieces of toufu floating in his soup. So i casually commented that he didn't finished his toufu. He gave it a little thought and later reasoned that they were good for health. The next second, he had them popped into his mouth. LOL. Such a cutie. Are people born on 17 Dec always that adorable? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-2915281316310692998?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/2915281316310692998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=2915281316310692998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2915281316310692998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/2915281316310692998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/ftt-kbox.html' title='FTT &amp; Kbox'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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-16794321.post-9170643804644819127</id><published>2008-06-15T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:06:48.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>It's Father's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever wondered about the origins of Father's Day? Well, here goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The celebration of Father's Day was inspired by the success of Mother's Day (which was observed nationally for the first time in 1914). Sonora Smart Dodd of Spokane, Washington, was listening to a Mother's Day sermon in church in 1909 and decided that fathers deserved a similar day of recognition. Her father, a Civil War veteran, raised Sonora and her five siblings after their mother died in childbirth. She circulated a petition suggesting the third Sunday in June (the month in which her father was born) and urging people to wear a rose on that day in honor of their fathers. The first Father's Day was celebrated on June 19, 1910. It was not until 1966, under President Lyndon B. Johnson, that it was proclaimed a national holiday and observance of this on the third Sunday in June was made a law in 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Adapted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/features/fathers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/features/fathers.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lunch was whipped up by Mummy and Babe, as requested by Daddy. The two elder ones were hmmm.. busy with their Uni matriculations and were spared. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A very simple meal, a mix of Italian-Asian main course. Spaghetti in tomato puree (Italian), accompanied with capsicum, diced chicken breast meat, small prawns and sliced button mushrooms. It was yummilicious! The grated cheese melted once it touched the piping hot spaghetti. Ohhh~ so mouth watering. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dinner was also upon Daddy's request. Well, he's the King of the day. Pizza was what he wanted. And he took a liking to the sweet 'n' spicy drumlets. Haha... Daddy's really cute at times. Shared among the three kids, we treated Daddy to pizza. In the end, three of us ate the most. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Family meal comprising of two regular pizzas, two garlic bread, and 6 roasted honey wings. In addition, we ordered sweet 'n' spicy drumlets, more honey roasted wings, and the Hut's classic breadstixs. Father's Day became pretty Italian for once?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a stay home Father's Day but hope Daddy did enjoy his meals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To all fathers out there, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794321-9170643804644819127?l=moments4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/9170643804644819127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794321&amp;postID=9170643804644819127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9170643804644819127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794321/posts/default/9170643804644819127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments4eva.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lynette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15718284921956135317</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>
