<?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-537121120218136995</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:41:46.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-1324288704578226293</id><published>2009-07-28T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:20:41.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a emotions rollar-coaster ride</title><content type='html'>I really admire those couples who just confessed to each other and got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  my first time making a confession to a guy. Then it turned out to be kinda mutual. After the confession, there is still a 'but'.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it is distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What yy said is true i guessed. If the person did not take initial step he does not deserve you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. Dun worry about me. It is part of growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-1324288704578226293?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/1324288704578226293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=1324288704578226293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1324288704578226293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1324288704578226293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-emotions-rollar-coaster-ride.html' title='on a emotions rollar-coaster ride'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8133631138619223969</id><published>2009-07-07T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:35:15.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-commencement syndrome</title><content type='html'>Finally.. graduating.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is the commencement and of all time, 10am.&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I felt sian about this. Ask me a week ago, I would be jumping around, trying out the graduation robe like trying out a new Celia Loe dress.&lt;br /&gt;But today... it is just sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCS? hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what i wanted when I came over to singapore to study. So ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Shirlyn!!! Throw that hat towards the sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8133631138619223969?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8133631138619223969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8133631138619223969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8133631138619223969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8133631138619223969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/07/pre-commencement-syndrome.html' title='Pre-commencement syndrome'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8714908011698468098</id><published>2009-07-03T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:51:29.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab temptations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.swissotel.com/EN/Destinations/Singapore/Swissotel+Merchant+Court/PROMOTIONS/gourmet/crab-temptations"&gt;Crab Temptations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Tong and I had a totally satisfying Crab buffet on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;The moment we stepped into the dining place, the rich aroma of crabs flows into our nostrils and empyting our stomachs. Just forget your apetitizer, you dont need it when you see what lies before your sparkling eyes. The dishes are spread luxuriously across 4 different areas in the dining place, with the view of Singapore River as the backdrop. Giving you the total ambience to just dine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get into serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are Chilli Flower Crab, Black Pepper Crab, Nonya Curry Crab, Sri Lankan Chilli Crab, Fragrant Thai Sauce Crab, Nonya Crab Popiah, Shark Fin Soup with Crab Meat, Crab Risotto, Crab fried rice, Black Pepper Lobster&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I am an ardent fan of Black Pepper Crab. Now, I am a convert of Nonya Curry Crab with roasted/toasted man dou, and Fragrant Thai Sauce Crab. Cooked in rich sauces, every bite of the meat just spells "heavenly"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of these, there are FRESH sashimi, oysters and prawns. Savour them with little sauces/seasonings. Your delicate taste buds will be bathing themselves in the sweetness of fresh seafood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oysters: Add a little Tabasco and a bit of lemon juice. &lt;br /&gt;Prawns: Shell and dip a little with soy sauce (you dont want to spoil the sweetness do you?)&lt;br /&gt;Sashimi: just eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not forgetting the desserts. New York Cheese Cakes, Green Tea Cheese Cakes, Mango Pudding, Peppermint Chocolate ice cream, Raspberry ice cream, fruits, Durian paste or something, Chocolate fondue,Chinese desserts delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no wonder that we ate for 3h.. Totally satisfying...awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: $46 exclusive of GST and service. &lt;br /&gt;Location: Swissotel Merchant Court, beside Clarke Quay MRT Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to hotel buffets, please call 6239 1848 to book. This Crab Temptations buffet is available until 12 July 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8714908011698468098?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8714908011698468098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8714908011698468098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8714908011698468098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8714908011698468098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/07/crab-temptations.html' title='Crab temptations'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8704086537629302982</id><published>2009-06-18T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:00:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la Compassion et l'amour</title><content type='html'>Check out these webbies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.child-aid.org"&gt;Child-Aid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;Compassion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hrss.net/adopt/adpt_rabbits.html/"&gt;House Rabbit Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visiontrust.org/"&gt;Vision Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mwb.org/"&gt;Mission Without Borders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwww.worldvision.org.sg/"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8704086537629302982?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8704086537629302982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8704086537629302982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8704086537629302982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8704086537629302982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-compassion-et-lamour.html' title='la Compassion et l&apos;amour'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-6462005863349316844</id><published>2009-06-08T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:31:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so funnIE</title><content type='html'>just a laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video screened below is a MTV of a song, Nobody by a Korean pop-group Wonder Girls. FYI: the dance is quite popular in dance schools as many (adult) females are requesting to learn this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqtzQkoJS_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqtzQkoJS_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this video, using the MTV of Nobody, Mr Brown and his gang changed the lyrics. yes.. Mr Brown the funny man. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6462005863349316844?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6462005863349316844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6462005863349316844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6462005863349316844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6462005863349316844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-so-funnie.html' title='this is so funnIE'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-6186628093565383644</id><published>2009-05-29T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:05:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down with flu</title><content type='html'>I am down with flu since tuesday.. sad. But still had my driving lesson on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a responsible citizen, I self-quarantined after my lesson and thursday. Couldnt take it anymore, I went for another driving lesson today. And I found out that my instructor is having some symptoms of cold/flu.. oh huh. Pray hard that he will not fall sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt about changing gears gently (hahha.. instructor commented I am violent towards the gear level), driving on slopes and stopping/moving off them. My car almost stalled because I depressed the brake a bit too hard (kinda kiasi that the car might roll back). Luckily, the instructor remainded me and I managed to depress the clutch. ~phew..&lt;br /&gt;In short when you about to stop your car: Release the accelerator, depress the brake gently i.e. intermittent braking and depress the clutch, allow the car to cruise a bit and then depress the brake gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room for improvement: The stopping technique, remember to check the rear mirror and side mirrors every 3-5 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6186628093565383644?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6186628093565383644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6186628093565383644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6186628093565383644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6186628093565383644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/05/down-with-flu.html' title='down with flu'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-6012830147186951830</id><published>2009-05-28T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:18:01.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the route to a Class 3 driving license</title><content type='html'>For those who are keen to have a driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways, either private or school. I prefer private because I have the same instructor throughout my lessons and he can chart my progress. Of course, you can choose your instructor when you are learning in school but you have to pay extra for EACH lesson. Otherwise, you are allocated instructors for every lesson and you MIGHT get confused as different instructors teach different things. Three more advantages for learning in school are: practice papers for your BTT and FTT, you have the priority in using the circuits and booking of Traffic Police (TP) driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driving centres in Singapore are: Singapore Safety Driving Centre (SSDC), Bukit Batok Driving Centre (BBDC), and Comfortdelgro Driving Centre (CDC) or known as Ubi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are taking private or school, you need to pass both Basic Driving Test (BTT) and Final Theory Test (FTT) in order to book TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are taking private, do make sure who is your instructor and which centre he is teaching in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First: Go to any driving centre and book a Basic Driving Test (BTT). &lt;/strong&gt;Please bring your Identification Card (IC) and $20 or NETS card. The test is not free and you may want to buy the BTT 'textbook'. The lady or man at the counter will ask if you are taking private or wanting to register/sign up school, just reply, 'private' even if you are uncertain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test venue: The driving centre where you booked your test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test format: 50 Multiple Choice Questions (MCQ) and 3 to 4 options for each question. Test is computerised i.e. touch screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 50 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing(s) to bring: Identification Card (IC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to all examination, switch off your pager/mobile phone and keep them in your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions are really trivial and logical. Hence, I dont think you need to buy those assessment books or what I called the 'Ten-Year-Series' (TYS). Just a reminder: in any situation, please dont choose the answer with horn(ing), unless the test qn goes something like 'in which situation(s) can you can/cannot horn?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your results upon completion of the test. It is "PASSED" or "FAILED". Efficient huh? If you failed, go to the counter and book another test date. Before that, please reflect how you manage to fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you passed and so on the same day of BTT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second: Go to self-service kiosk to print out the result slip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Book the Final Theory Test (FTT) and also get your Provisional Driving License (PDL).&lt;/strong&gt; Please bring $40 or NETS card (for some reason, they are happier when you use NETS). Both FTT and PDL are not free, and you may want to get your FTT textbook as well. FYI: FTT lasts for 2 years and PDL lasts for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For FTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test venue: The driving centre where you booked your test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test format: 50 Multiple Choice Questions (MCQ) and 3 to 4 options for each question. Test is computerised i.e. touch screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 50 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing(s) to bring: Identification Card (IC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you have your practical lessons while preparing for your FTT because you will have a clearer idea what the textbook is describing. The questions are slightly harder than the BTT. But no worries, they are logical as well. I flipped through the textbook the night before and I did a TYS (passed down from Dolly). Of course, I passed. Suppose you passed, so on the same day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth: Print your FTT result at the self-service kiosk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth: Book your TP&lt;/strong&gt;. If your instructor is registered in the same school as you took your tests, then proceed to the counter to register in the school and book TP. If your instructor is not, you have to make a trip to that school for registration and booking. Take I for example. I took all my tests in SSDC because it is nearest to my home. However, my instructor is registered in CDC. So after my FTT, I went to CDC to register in the school and book TP. In either scenerio, to book TP, please bring your &lt;strong&gt;IC&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PDL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;FTT printed result &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;have your instructor's IC number.&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now on your way to your Class 3 driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are taking through school, just tell the person at the counter and pay accordingly i.e. just bring your NETS card. Everything will be settled =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6012830147186951830?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6012830147186951830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6012830147186951830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6012830147186951830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6012830147186951830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/05/route-to-class-3-driving-license.html' title='the route to a Class 3 driving license'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-9170542933830727417</id><published>2009-05-24T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:10:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging once again</title><content type='html'>3 months since I last blogged.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I must get the habit of writing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling exceptionally happy because:&lt;br /&gt;1. hong hong is getting married end of the year. She is such an adorable bride and jian min is just one lucky guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. huiz' prince finally proposed. Wedding bells ring, are you listening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ke bei is getting married end of the year too, a week after hong hong's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. xxxxx is also getting married end of the year. This was a bombshell. It almost killed me because I almost fell off my chair and my jaw almost hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish each couple,' happily ever after' from the bottom of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Remember the vows you have made and keep to them. Love each other more each day so that you both will be 'happily ever after'. &lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. Love endures all things. Love is forgiving.Love is the greatest thing of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am giving a deep sign...I am the bridemaid/sister of many (brides) but bride/gf of none. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if my expectations of a guy are too demanding. Then again, I dont want to accept anything of 'second best'. &lt;br /&gt;YY advised me that I should be proactive but somehow, I couldnt. Is it because I yet to like the person enough that I am willingly to take the active step? Or am I afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guys should be confident when they want to chase a girl. If you received a msg that says something like ,' I like you but it seems you have other suitors. You need not do anything. I just want to tell you how I feel'. What will you do? &lt;br /&gt;Readers, you need not tell me but I will be happy to see your replies haha. I tell you what I did: I didnt do anything except deleted the msg. Stupidity on my part? I dont think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-9170542933830727417?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/9170542933830727417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=9170542933830727417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/9170542933830727417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/9170542933830727417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-once-again.html' title='blogging once again'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-5421107430026396848</id><published>2009-02-01T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:29:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is the key virtue</title><content type='html'>My patience has been stretched to the limit and going to snap anytime, honestly. It is going to be a volcano eruption, I can feel the anger boiling in my blood, bubbling and whizzing, ready to swallow any (unfortunate) person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am getting more short-tempered due to lack of sleep and lots of stress. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really want to shout to everyone that " I AM NOT A SUPER WOMAN SO STOPPED TREATING ME LIKE ONE AND I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE SO STOP PUSHING ME"... I really tried my best, but whenever there is a mistake everything points to me. Dont anyone understand how bad this feeling is... and keep your comments to yourself that "harlo, I have my own bad experience, so just keep quiet and do everything I told you. If you have better idea, tell me." And obviously, if it is according to your idea and turns out under expectation, I am to be blamed. If it is the other person's idea and similarly not turning out well, who takes the blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone may even comment that since I have time to blog why dont I use this precious time to do other things that needed to be done. Well, first you are blind to your life and second, you are a workaholic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese idiom, 拔苗助长. I will collapse eventually if being pushed too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-5421107430026396848?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/5421107430026396848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=5421107430026396848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5421107430026396848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5421107430026396848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/02/patience-is-key-virtue.html' title='patience is the key virtue'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-5323468677796223798</id><published>2009-01-31T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:48:07.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating..</title><content type='html'>gosh.. it is going to be two months since I last blogged. Time certainly flies. 2009 is going to pass even faster at the rate I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a summary, last year December, my aunt and I went to Hokkaido, Japan. The photos were uploaded in the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e133/surelin_photo/Hokkaido-Narita/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first sight and taste of snow, and of course my first time building snowman or snowboy =). Not forgetting, a white Christmas. Totally awesome. The views were beautiful beyond words. You have to be there to really immerse yourself in the beauty of nature. The food was gorgeous especially the crabs and milk! arhh... almost dying of happiness. I lost count on the number of crab's legs I had mercilessly devoured. Every morning, at least 4 glasses of milk for my breakfast. And the icing on the cake was the onsen or hot-spring (you guessed it, I had a nice hot-spring bath before I sleep and early in the morning before taking my breakfast. Initially, was very embarrassed and uneasy having to strip naked. Well, good thing comes with a price. This is a small price to pay for such comfort. After the first stripping, I had no squirm of removing my clothes in the room or showering at the open area (limited to girls only, of course). I think I am 5 years younger since coming back from Japan! Good food, good air, good scenery, good hot-spring bathes, and good-looking guys giving my eyes a good treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes the month of January 2009, (technical)economy recession. Every morning, on the coffee table is the newspapers with the headlines screaming "XXXX number of jobs are lost" or "WXY company is laying off XXXX employees". Amidst this financial crisis, I am still having job offers thankfully. So... busy working since then. Slogging like an ox. Like many people said, job is an abbreviation of Just Over Broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the end of January, everyone is getting jittery like playing Musical Chairs: Who is the next one to lose his/her seat? Forfeit is simple, lose your job.&lt;br /&gt;Economy certainly looks gloomy, and expect more jobs being axed. So everyone out there, please start looking for the second well before your first well dries up. Have an alternative source of income today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-5323468677796223798?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/5323468677796223798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=5323468677796223798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5323468677796223798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5323468677796223798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2009/01/updating.html' title='updating..'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-1103102738199204310</id><published>2008-12-05T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:40:23.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored at home</title><content type='html'>finally... graduated!!  it is a bittersweet feeling..&lt;br /&gt;sweet that I will no longer have to sit for exams for the time being...&lt;br /&gt;bitter because no more 3 months or 1 month holiday... I still prefer studying *spoken from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... after exam, I celebrated by paying sleep debt... slept more than 12 hours. hoho.. but the dark eye circles are still there!!! staring straight at me in the mirror, screaming "see!!! see what you have done!!!" I have to reset my biological clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after graduation, I looking for job.. well have to be answerable to MOE since I am PR and needed to pay back whatever loan I had taken. Time is hard manz.. either I am not experienced or over-qualified. Unless I am willing to accept the pay of certificate-lower than mine.. Should I give in? Or should I look around? Maybe I should look around since I am still able to feed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 7 dec to 10 dec is the TACMC Youth CAMP! yohoo!! so exciting~ so as usual, will not be in contact with internet during these days. So contact me through sms or call k? and expect late reply...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-1103102738199204310?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/1103102738199204310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=1103102738199204310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1103102738199204310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1103102738199204310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored-at-home.html' title='bored at home'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-5414779275529824012</id><published>2008-11-23T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:23:08.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday celebrations</title><content type='html'>today we celebrated Robin's birthday with a birthday lunch. Yohooo! November is really an exciting month cuz attending one birthday party to another and spending note after note. Drive the economy yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch was fulfilling, literally. You can drown anyone's head into a serving bowl. Really. The best part was the 13 different types of ice cream dessert! The images of them flowing in my head is causing me to droolll.. *yummy. Then we ended the party with the tiramisu birthday cake. We had reached our stomachs' maximum capacity but somehow still able to squeeze out some spaces for the cake. suping and I able to taste out the honey in the cake.... arggghhh... glorious cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely, sweet friends really gave me a surprise. They started singing birthday which I happily joined them until they get to the part "happy birthday to Shirlyn...". I was totally shocked beyond speech until Mary kindly told me that they were celebrating Robin and my birthday, but Robin is the main character. Thank you guys. Thanks for all the footprints you left in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-5414779275529824012?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/5414779275529824012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=5414779275529824012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5414779275529824012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5414779275529824012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-celebrations.html' title='birthday celebrations'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-9019176340140730179</id><published>2008-11-21T13:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:59:49.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally updating the blog</title><content type='html'>Dear friends and readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry that I fail to update my blog at least once a month. No more excuses!&lt;br /&gt;okie. Life has been good for the semester despite all the stress from the grueling Japanese lessons and tests. In fact, you cant believe this, I missed those Japanese classes. I actually dreamed of the sensei = = hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you are studying, so I shall not rave on about my personal life. To let you relax, there are a few soothing, emotional instrumental songs that I would like intro to you guys. Tune up your speaker! *karina and Irene continue your passion for music! And the rest who are pursuing music in term of degree or for leisure or other bigger purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very popular piece of classic music by Pachelbel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pachelbel Canon in D Major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZHw9uyj81g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZHw9uyj81g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same piece but the orchestra version. I saw Irene's mind-blowing 3 inch (7.5cm) textbook on Orchestration.. its tough but worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pachelbel Canon in D Major (Orchestra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Af372EQLck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Af372EQLck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adagio by Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QoXEhhyC5VA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QoXEhhyC5VA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="283" height="229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-9019176340140730179?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/9019176340140730179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=9019176340140730179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/9019176340140730179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/9019176340140730179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-updating-blog.html' title='finally updating the blog'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-3517087243306883892</id><published>2008-10-02T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:39:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>From the book, Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman, edited by James Reimann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He took them with him and they withdrew by themselves" - Luke9:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to grow in grace, we must spend a great deal of time in quiet solitude. Contact with others in society is not what causes the soul to grow vigorously. In fact, one quiet hour of prayer will often yield greater results than many days spent in the company of others. It is in the desert that the dew is freshest and the air is most pure. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Andrew Bonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come with me by yourselves and rest awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weary of the stress and throng,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil, &lt;br /&gt;And in My quiet strength again by strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now aside from all the world holds dear,&lt;br /&gt;For fellowship the world has never known,&lt;br /&gt;Alone with Me, and with My Father here,&lt;br /&gt;With Me and with My Father, not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, tell Me all that you have said and done,&lt;br /&gt;Your victories and failures, hopes and fears.&lt;br /&gt;I know how hardened hearts are wooed and won;&lt;br /&gt;My choicest wreathes are always wet with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now and rest; the journey is too great,&lt;br /&gt;And you will faint beside the way and sink;&lt;br /&gt;The bread of life is here for you to eat,&lt;br /&gt;And here for you the wine of love to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from fellowship with your Lord return,&lt;br /&gt;And work till daylight softens into even;&lt;br /&gt;Those brief hours are not lost in which you learn&lt;br /&gt;More of your Master and His rest in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am always the busy-bee buzzing around different places and activities such as studying, printing notes, revising..etc. Seldom do I rest and spend "a great deal of time in quiet solitude". In solitude, yes but not quiet. These days I am preparing for my Japanese which I am rather fearful of. No matter how much I revise and practice but the test results more often than not, reflect my effort put in. In the end, I study harder and almost neglect other subjects. Now everything is piling up so high that I felt so... helpless... wanting to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is in fact, the quiet time of solitude and prayers.. Find rest my soul. Spend time with my God, my dearest Father.. the journey is too great. I mean this is only the "Study" journey what so tough can it be? Seriously I have no idea. It is the pressure I gave myself.. wanting to strive for A I guessed. Is A so important than enjoying the language itself? Or I am studying for the sake of studying. More importantly, I learn Japanese so that the next time a Japanese talks to me or when I am in Japan I would understand (a bit) of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, for Quiet Time are we doing it for the sake of doing? Or are we really seeking God and praying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lord for letting me see what is going through my head.. I am so blind to my own weakness. Do let me see them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3517087243306883892?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3517087243306883892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3517087243306883892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3517087243306883892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3517087243306883892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-3479063966346441489</id><published>2008-09-27T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:38:49.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman Haven part 2</title><content type='html'>a playful kitten yet at the mean time, sleepy one. You can catch him ANYTIME, sitting and dozing off then gently swaying from side to side. Ultra duper cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DMGTLoII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NleB8GNqLws/s1600-h/DSCN1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DMGTLoII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NleB8GNqLws/s400/DSCN1288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250567353200779394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening sky by the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CHWhuYeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uHdyhOK0i8Y/s1600-h/DSCN1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CHWhuYeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uHdyhOK0i8Y/s400/DSCN1244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250566172145770978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CHlCFOMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8Se97VkglE8/s1600-h/DSCN1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CHlCFOMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8Se97VkglE8/s400/DSCN1250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250566176039581890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CHkNrByI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Io3ClP8Ptv0/s1600-h/DSCN1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CHkNrByI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Io3ClP8Ptv0/s400/DSCN1249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250566175819761442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the Scrawny. I think it adores me laa.. haha.. welcomes me and looks for me. Dun be jealous Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CH8VNiII/AAAAAAAAAPw/DeAFvK_WZ1o/s1600-h/DSCN1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CH8VNiII/AAAAAAAAAPw/DeAFvK_WZ1o/s400/DSCN1261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250566182293833858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Sky by Ringgis Island. Lovely..&lt;br /&gt;I totally ignored the presence of Peace (an irony name of an horrendously irritating guy)and as Sham puts it, "you are going to looking at the fish, not him so it does not matter if he is in the same boat." Anyway.. (Mary and) I had a good time which could be better if I had kick him into the waters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CH2GTu2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/WVQIyZXCJ58/s1600-h/DSCN1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3CH2GTu2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/WVQIyZXCJ58/s400/DSCN1289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250566180620712802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lazying in the hammock with Scrawny sleeping on my tummy (or abs haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DL9GWofI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0q8cBX2CYjs/s1600-h/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DL9GWofI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0q8cBX2CYjs/s400/DSCN1284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250567350731055602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sky of Tioman, on the day we left her... so dream-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DMM6hLiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZLjfjlm-U9M/s1600-h/DSCN1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DMM6hLiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZLjfjlm-U9M/s400/DSCN1300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250567354976382498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3479063966346441489?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3479063966346441489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3479063966346441489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3479063966346441489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3479063966346441489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/09/tioman-haven-part-2.html' title='Tioman Haven part 2'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3DMGTLoII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NleB8GNqLws/s72-c/DSCN1288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-7984137268945021446</id><published>2008-09-27T12:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:00:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman Haven</title><content type='html'>It is really a fantastic place!!! The wintering white sand... the shimmering blue sea... blazing orange sun... and the fair-turned-tanned Shirlyn.&lt;br /&gt;The coral are so beautiful, and the fish are so gorgeous. They simply glowed in waters.. and I am bimbo-tic enough to actually exclaimed "wah.." such that the water gushed into my mask and choked me. arrhhg.. but still.. it is rather funny and exciting experience. Feeding the fish means getting a closer touch to the fish and getting bits of nibbles on your hands- yoHoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I cant recall if I had tell people that my blue Casio camera is dead, but the point is it is dead and I am stuck in picking another camera for two months and now looking at &lt;a href="http://www.photographyblog.com/reviews_canon_digital_ixus_950_is.php"&gt;Canon Ixus 950i&lt;/a&gt; However, at Tioman I changed my mind. I would pick up an underwater camera!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry guys that I couldnt take any pics of the coral or fish as my camera is hydrophobic one. I would still share the scenery of Tioman island with you guys.. haha.. next year june, tioman anyone? End of year is the monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QKKuF4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-QgelPq02cM/s1600-h/DSCN1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QKKuF4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-QgelPq02cM/s400/DSCN1125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250560825888741250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QGJO2YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kjGNx_RkQJA/s1600-h/DSCN1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QGJO2YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kjGNx_RkQJA/s400/DSCN1130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250560824808757634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QXi3fRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1S8wyPbPvOg/s1600-h/DSCN1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QXi3fRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1S8wyPbPvOg/s400/DSCN1135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250560829479681298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QQMoiNI/AAAAAAAAANA/Imos7MHNkq4/s1600-h/DSCN1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QQMoiNI/AAAAAAAAANA/Imos7MHNkq4/s400/DSCN1136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250560827507378386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29RMzYg2I/AAAAAAAAANI/9JmBu9ofp7w/s1600-h/DSCN1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29RMzYg2I/AAAAAAAAANI/9JmBu9ofp7w/s400/DSCN1137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250560843776033634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream at Rock fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-frcfX3I/AAAAAAAAANY/Dog32xC44pE/s1600-h/DSCN1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-frcfX3I/AAAAAAAAANY/Dog32xC44pE/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562192031309682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool at Rock fall, where we met Jess, Sham, Zai and Saiful. We are really fortunate to meet them cuz they are really wonderful and friendly people, without them our Tioman trip would not be as memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-gFITx7I/AAAAAAAAANg/8Pl4jMHH7rA/s1600-h/DSCN1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-gFITx7I/AAAAAAAAANg/8Pl4jMHH7rA/s400/DSCN1151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562198925985714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3AqJAtGGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BiobEVgD_hw/s1600-h/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3AqJAtGGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BiobEVgD_hw/s400/DSCN1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564570789779554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3AqTpgugI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ClwHL9xym0k/s1600-h/DSCN1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3AqTpgugI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ClwHL9xym0k/s400/DSCN1161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564573645289986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-gS6I3pI/AAAAAAAAANo/Ibah-JsQzgY/s1600-h/DSCN1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-gS6I3pI/AAAAAAAAANo/Ibah-JsQzgY/s400/DSCN1159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562202624646802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-gv3J2PI/AAAAAAAAANw/2uR62kU32wc/s1600-h/DSCN1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2-gv3J2PI/AAAAAAAAANw/2uR62kU32wc/s400/DSCN1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562210396756210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy afternoon with two sleeping kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_NNDB4MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ajLHiZDQx0k/s1600-h/DSCN1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_NNDB4MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ajLHiZDQx0k/s400/DSCN1163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562974145437890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrawny the kitten. Laying beside my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_NCywiGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5a6uNZxqnLM/s1600-h/DSCN1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_NCywiGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5a6uNZxqnLM/s400/DSCN1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562971392837730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_NSaBc_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/fK68dxpkf7U/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_NSaBc_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/fK68dxpkf7U/s400/DSCN1170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562975584056306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chalet in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_Niel_GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xVM0pPeTHo0/s1600-h/DSCN1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_Niel_GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xVM0pPeTHo0/s400/DSCN1189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562979898195042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral reef island... such magical green waters..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_N4CwcoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RQLBH48c17Y/s1600-h/DSCN1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_N4CwcoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RQLBH48c17Y/s400/DSCN1205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250562985687020162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hot babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_2sCojKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p9HUYyc9lVA/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_2sCojKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p9HUYyc9lVA/s400/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250563686839913634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third hot babe ready to dive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3K2V_hW9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VKoFdqGtv00/s1600-h/DSCN1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN3K2V_hW9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VKoFdqGtv00/s400/DSCN1212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250575775549184978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_2wYPo8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/4WzfLRxIUII/s1600-h/DSCN1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_2wYPo8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/4WzfLRxIUII/s400/DSCN1216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250563688004297666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_3L7WGlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PP04WENf9Ss/s1600-h/DSCN1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_3L7WGlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PP04WENf9Ss/s400/DSCN1219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250563695399279186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our DINNER! FRESH FISH straight from the Tioman sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_3L6cRcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_HzvuYUTv-M/s1600-h/DSCN1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_3L6cRcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_HzvuYUTv-M/s400/DSCN1221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250563695395489218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_3d60BHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rz9ClpkyDgs/s1600-h/DSCN1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN2_3d60BHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rz9ClpkyDgs/s400/DSCN1225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250563700228883570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-7984137268945021446?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/7984137268945021446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=7984137268945021446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7984137268945021446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7984137268945021446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/09/tioman-haven.html' title='Tioman Haven'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SN29QKKuF4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-QgelPq02cM/s72-c/DSCN1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-1090193281649657964</id><published>2008-09-09T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:05:42.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth</title><content type='html'>My gum is in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflammation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom tooth is stuck in the gum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!? History repeats itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly more than a year ago, on the same side, other wisdom tooth stuck in the gum. I had to undergo gum surgery to remove part of the gum so that the tooth can grow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softer-food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry but cant chew fast enough... limited by chewing on one side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse... I could only open my mouth to certain extent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry if I get agitated at the slightest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God thank you so much it is only TWO teeth out of the eight. Thanks for teaching me not to take things for granted. Thanks for the pain cuz I talk lesser and maybe, pronounce Japanese better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-1090193281649657964?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/1090193281649657964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=1090193281649657964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1090193281649657964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1090193281649657964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/09/wisdom-tooth.html' title='wisdom tooth'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-4522206815411277519</id><published>2008-08-14T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:45:59.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai pics part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxgES0BYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_4y6danJ-xY/s1600-h/DSCN0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxgES0BYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_4y6danJ-xY/s400/DSCN0859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222356401227138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxghp7-uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DoV1jDWPJZU/s1600-h/DSCN0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxghp7-uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DoV1jDWPJZU/s400/DSCN0869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222364282845922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxg9RHt5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/0Ac1Vb2saJg/s1600-h/DSCN0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxg9RHt5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/0Ac1Vb2saJg/s400/DSCN0887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222371694950290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxhLJmacI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nyqnUrz9xjE/s1600-h/DSCN0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxhLJmacI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nyqnUrz9xjE/s400/DSCN0894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222375421503938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxhVhpyyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2e0Z3s-p8Ew/s1600-h/DSCN0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxhVhpyyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2e0Z3s-p8Ew/s400/DSCN0915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222378206743330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a tribe that is famous for their culture of having rings put around their necks. Some people said that it is for aesthetics purposes i.e. the longer the neck the prettier the person. Some people argued that the rings are protection for the wearer because of the tigers roaming in the forest where the tribe is. And tigers usually bite their preys by the neck ( and not to mention, the neck is the one of the weakest part of the body), so the metallic rings would cushion the bite. The weight of a single "chain" of rings. Seriously, I think the latter reason is more logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyT6jImiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ew0M9QOcaJY/s1600-h/DSCN0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyT6jImiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ew0M9QOcaJY/s400/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234223247138527778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I tried to pull my neck, I couldnt extented to the height requirement to wear that ring... and I doubt my neck would sustain the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyUUoKmzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MyDlM4-f5Ow/s1600-h/DSCN0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyUUoKmzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MyDlM4-f5Ow/s400/DSCN0919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234223254138952498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous figure. You might have seen her in magazines. Yes, that's her with the rings that weight around 7kg-9kg. Amazing that they could move around with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyUk6GaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VV8AbI58edI/s1600-h/DSCN0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyUk6GaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VV8AbI58edI/s400/DSCN0934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234223258509142498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyVG3eR9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/c_GCzPElmNc/s1600-h/DSCN0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyVG3eR9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/c_GCzPElmNc/s400/DSCN0931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234223267624929234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children with rings. The age determines the number of rings around the neck. Some people wear and some don't. And my conclusion is that, the rings served two purposes, first to carry on the tradition and second, an alternative source of income. Visitors have to pay money to see them and then might be interested to buy their beautiful well-woven handicraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyVSJjzDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IqfTgwQa81g/s1600-h/DSCN0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOyVSJjzDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IqfTgwQa81g/s400/DSCN0936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234223270653578290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I noticed, most people just had a mere walk through the tribe and stopped occasionally to take a picture or two of the people.&lt;br /&gt;How sad that the tribe has become an exhibition hall where visitors simply walk through the gallery and the people became exhibits. Then again, it depends on individual. As for me, I took these pictures because I want to capture the memories and .... to notice we are quite similar. Look at the pic of me and the girls.. haha.. I might pass off as their elder sisters without the rings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-4522206815411277519?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/4522206815411277519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=4522206815411277519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4522206815411277519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4522206815411277519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/08/thai-pics-part-2.html' title='Thai pics part 2'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOxgES0BYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_4y6danJ-xY/s72-c/DSCN0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-1357136814591922395</id><published>2008-08-14T11:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:11:57.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai pics</title><content type='html'>After much thoughts and consideration, I shall just upload the pics without any fancy flash animation although that would add some "wow" factors in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the boat... with a garland of orchids and jasmine. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOs9-7E3MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_EygdkAnuFg/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOs9-7E3MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_EygdkAnuFg/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234217372797426882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shops in the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp1kVXZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0EVweVOxklA/s1600-h/DSCN0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp1kVXZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0EVweVOxklA/s400/DSCN0782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213929686099778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings by the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp2fuqD_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CIw2JjVzXlc/s1600-h/DSCN0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp2fuqD_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CIw2JjVzXlc/s400/DSCN0787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213945629872114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp2wYlZQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5Hm8obCDB_c/s1600-h/DSCN0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp2wYlZQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5Hm8obCDB_c/s400/DSCN0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213950100694274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. see that tall temple at the background? That is the place with super steep stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp3HX6nRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rsEJNKiKuN0/s1600-h/DSCN0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOp3HX6nRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rsEJNKiKuN0/s400/DSCN0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213956271906066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the temple itself and with my aunt in the picture... haha..  I hope by the angle of the shot, you would able to picture the steepness of the slope. ooo.. notice the man in green? yes.. that's the man. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr6cZuuCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cjcKBifbiJ4/s1600-h/DSCN0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr6cZuuCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cjcKBifbiJ4/s400/DSCN0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234216212479522850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the centre of a cosmopolitan city lies the famous four-face buddha. Personally found it.. quite out of the place. But anyway, the idol was worshipped by celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr6zE7wvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/beGq2LJd9_w/s1600-h/DSCN0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr6zE7wvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/beGq2LJd9_w/s400/DSCN0818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234216218566312690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called culture fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr63AgmeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/laZPxOl8uOc/s1600-h/DSCN0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr63AgmeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/laZPxOl8uOc/s400/DSCN0822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234216219621497314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Me and the big-head prawn OR is it TWO big-head prawns? hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr7a-eJ8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/4DO3RoK42Xo/s1600-h/DSCN0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr7a-eJ8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/4DO3RoK42Xo/s400/DSCN0845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234216229276624834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell almost everything you could imagine at the night market. The fish, chicken wings are edible okie.. the man looks like a wax figure, is real too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr7lY0EGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G1ncFjJuhAs/s1600-h/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOr7lY0EGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G1ncFjJuhAs/s400/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234216232071467106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-1357136814591922395?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/1357136814591922395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=1357136814591922395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1357136814591922395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1357136814591922395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/08/thai-pics.html' title='Thai pics'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SKOs9-7E3MI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_EygdkAnuFg/s72-c/DSCN0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-3229722238915557172</id><published>2008-08-05T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:51.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Pics</title><content type='html'>I went KL on 19 July.. and here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petronas Towers. As your sharp eyes had noticed, the pics were taken through a glass panel. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRvnkrlBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YAmdw4bzxUM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRvnkrlBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YAmdw4bzxUM/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230950476965188626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRwCxw77I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xRFy9nRx_IQ/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRwCxw77I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xRFy9nRx_IQ/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230950484267823026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bankers'Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRwY0aRVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8lCXBaZJMDc/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRwY0aRVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8lCXBaZJMDc/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230950490184500562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRwlnTjlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9e0YOdqTPLQ/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRwlnTjlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9e0YOdqTPLQ/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230950493619195474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' teachers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRxJplP5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rsWYQFdo47U/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRxJplP5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rsWYQFdo47U/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230950503292419986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3229722238915557172?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3229722238915557172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3229722238915557172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3229722238915557172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3229722238915557172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/08/kl-pics.html' title='KL Pics'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SJgRvnkrlBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YAmdw4bzxUM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-4151489117196817204</id><published>2008-07-31T16:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:48:10.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 men  I met in Thailand</title><content type='html'>The three men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is absolutely charming. Creating ambience and mood in the hotel's dinning hall, he is singing and playing on the piano as accompaniment. He has really good vocal .. oh manz.. almost drowned in his voice. So while my aunt and I were waiting for the transport to pick us up, he was my only souce of entertainment. Perhaps I am the only person who was paying attention and smiling at him, he constantly flashing smiles at me. My aunt though was getting impatient with the transport, noticed the "communication" and questioned "why does he keep smiling and looking at you?"&lt;br /&gt;well... hahaha.. anyway.. He dedicated a song, My Girl to me. aww.. so sweet right? I saw envy in the eyes of many audiences. hahah.. I am the only person to get this nice gesture until he logged off from work. After that, he introduced himself to me, exchanged our names and provided a bit info of ourselves. Being charmed, I left my email address when he asked for it. so yeah.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;A caucasian in green shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was climbing up a flight of stairs at a temple. It is really steep, about 60 degree. My aunt forbidded me to climb because it would mean life and death if I rolled down the stairs,but I wanted to get a bird view of Chiangmai city. So I climbed the stairs and missed my step. Luckily, I grapped and held on to a protuding tile. At the mean time, a hand extended to me and I looked up.. ta da! a caucasian in green shirt. He was offering his hand for me to hold on to. Gentleman right? Then after I made my way down and reached the ground level, he cheered for me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The famous English football manager, Fabio Capello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of football. Besides AC Milan, Man U, Chelsea, Liverpool, Real Madrid, David Beckham, Michael Owen, Ronaldo, Ronaldino and Alex Furgurson ( I think I mispelled his name), I knew nothing about the football scene. So when the world famous Fabio Capello appeared at the luggage claim in Chiangmai airport, I was busy looking for my luggage. My friend excitedly told me who he is but i was quite doubtful. I mean... u would expect people to trigger their camera when they see a superstar right? But only a few did. Then a group of caucasians swamped in and suddendly my eyes were blinded by flash lights. And a group of thai officials appeared and welcome him. I am convinced. But i dunno who he is. So i was thinking, might just take a pic of him since he is here, what are the odds that a celebrity is at the same place as you? Except the journalists and photographers, everyone including myself was taking quite a far distance pic of him. I am unsatisfied. Hence, I went up to him and asked "Can I take a picture of you?"&lt;br /&gt;and I think he heard as "Can I take a picture with you?" so he stood beside me and I promptly passed my camera to the football-fan friend of mine. hahaha.. there you go... fabio capello and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-4151489117196817204?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/4151489117196817204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=4151489117196817204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4151489117196817204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4151489117196817204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-guys-that-worth-mentioning.html' title='3 men  I met in Thailand'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-3740519969780333918</id><published>2008-07-31T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:36:58.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of work</title><content type='html'>FINALLY 31st July...in another 2 hours I am offically OUT OF JOB. hahah.. or rather end of working period. School starts on 11 August but I am yet to prepare i.e. clothes, books..etc. are still in stores. As you have realised clothes came before the books oh well... I like clothes better than books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of school means graduation at the end of the yr. Time really flies isnt? Kinda reluctant to leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.. hmm.. which industry should I be in? I was discussing with a friend, who is doing Communication Studies in SIM, about our job prospects. Instead of doing designing, he suggested that I should consider Public relations. Good idea BUT most modules i took were under Visual design.. . oh my tian.. how about Public Relations at a design firm?? you know.. organise (do i get to organise?) exhibition and call contacts... or cocktail parties.. etc. Or my imagination is running wild on the grass plain of Mongolia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my photos from KL and Thailand will be up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3740519969780333918?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3740519969780333918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3740519969780333918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3740519969780333918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3740519969780333918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-of-work.html' title='last day of work'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-3726923367211195463</id><published>2008-07-24T09:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:34:17.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in office and late for the 29th time</title><content type='html'>31st July... my last day of work!!!!! Can you SENSE! my excitement? You have to say "YES" because this is an order, a command. hahah.. I am turning head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, including myself there are two people in the office . How sad can this be... The first temp girl had left the company on Tuesday. A permanent staff and soon ex-staff of the company, flew off for holiday yesterday. The second temp girl is leaving today. By 31 July 5.15pm, all four of us left the company for good. Then again, my aunt would probably request for me to be in office on 1st August.. hmm.. maybe could I fixed my operation on that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sentence must have left you in shock. Dont worry, it is a minor one and I am fine. To provide more details, there is this hideous lump discovered near my butt. It has been there since how many years ago, but I wasn't bothered by its presence since it does not post any threat to my health until recently. I realised that it has grown in the past few weeks/months and so in desperation, I consulted a family General Pracitioner (GP) last week. According to her, the lump is benign ( Thank God!)BUT if it continues to grow, there is a high chance that it will affect the nerve around the area and in the worst scenario, I would lost my sense of touch at my left arm, hand and fingers... forgot it is temporal or permanent because I was stunned by its possible severity. At the mean time, I must not injured that area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I am rather excited about the operation! What is weighing on my mind is the wound. Will I able to recover in time for dance rehearsals with its performance on 10 August? My dance position has been fixed and how would dance instructor react when he knows that I cant be in AT THE LAST MINUTE? Moreover, how about my classical jazz dance practices on every Monday?? Think I have to explore different operation technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flying off this coming saturday at 5am. confirmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3726923367211195463?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3726923367211195463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3726923367211195463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3726923367211195463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3726923367211195463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-office-and-late-for-29th-time.html' title='in office and late for the 29th time'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8821392648550614691</id><published>2008-07-10T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:21:02.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you are running the rat race...</title><content type='html'>When you are running the rat race... enjoy the workout =P&lt;br /&gt;After working for a month, I almost drive myself to insanity. It is SO routine. Maybe because I am a temp so my job scope is rather brainless and of course, mundane. Then again most of the permanent staff are working the similar job. And I can loudly declare that the most exciting part is playing office politics. Seriously, I wonder how people able to survive this lifestyle for 20 years or 30 years to even 40 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my life has been, period, dull anything that is OUT of the routine becomes... special. So this coming 19 July ( ohh.. wow time flies... another 4 months to my birthday), my parents and I will travel to Kuala Lumper to attend my mummy's friend's daughter's wedding. The venue is Banker's Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bankersclub.com.my/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first time in Kl after.. I forgot, how many years. ANyway, the place looks quite posh so time to dig out my gowns!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 july to 29 july, I will be in Thailand-Changmai for a treat. Oh manz .. this is a much-needed rest. I am already dreaming of the massage, spa and .... SHOPPING. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Time to update my wardrobe! WAIT BUDDY! Dont faint. We can always go shopping in August before school reopens =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8821392648550614691?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8821392648550614691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8821392648550614691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8821392648550614691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8821392648550614691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-you-are-running-rat-race.html' title='when you are running the rat race...'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8294185726373363838</id><published>2008-07-04T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:11:42.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am almost dead</title><content type='html'>9am on 4th July, I am wide awake in front of the computer. Unusual. &lt;br /&gt;Two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I fell asleep in the train and remain unconscious even after it pulled to the last station. Thankfully, a stranger woke me up with a gentle pat on the shoulder. THANK YOU STRANGER if not for you, I will continue to sleep and heading back home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the production site, I was almost knocked over by a forklift that was speeding as if it was on the Formula One race. It happened so fast that I couldnt recall how I managed to escape. I just gave a huge sign of relief. Then I entered the site and was promptly threatened by towers of finished goods. The first floor IS entirely flooded. So that left me with no choice but to take on alternative route. Just when I about to climb the stairs, someone shouted and I looked up. oh my tian, hovering above my head was a goods lift carrying at least 5 tonnes of goods. Thankfully the somone stopped the lift, if not I would be flattened by now. WAT IS A CARGO LIFT DOING AT THE STAIRCASE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8294185726373363838?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8294185726373363838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8294185726373363838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8294185726373363838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8294185726373363838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-almost-dead.html' title='i am almost dead'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-2175333959149472634</id><published>2008-06-27T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:47.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indeed rusting~</title><content type='html'>so sorry about the rusting blog.. Have been caught up with work nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Just for some updates, I am now working at Tuas which at some ulu corner of Singapore. During the weekdays, I wake up at wee hours of 5.30am and reach home near 11pm. If there is lesser work load, I can knock off at 7.30pm on weekdays and I can to do my own stuff in the weekends. Looking at the current groomy situation, I seriouly in doubt that I will be let off easily. THIS IS CRAZY... I AM BACK IN OFFICE DESPITE I AM ON MC!!!!!! And more importantly, dark rings are developing around my pretty eyes.. Oh MY TIAn!! I will take a day leave next tuesday to sleep kao kao.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I encountered people who told me about their online relationship... and being a Communications and New Meida (CNM) student, my mind began to flood with all those psychology theories. Finally, I came to the conclusion that those who are highly involved in online relationsip are people who either seeking attention which they deprived in real life OR enjoy the feeling of "flings" with no string attached. Really apologise to those who swear on online relationship, but personally, HOW COULD YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHOM YOU NEVER MEET? Furthermore, it is ONLINE. You can step on many boats with a single leg. Talk about loyalty and trust here. &lt;br /&gt;Online, is only a media to pull real-life people together and foster another bond that stretched over to virtual reality. Ultimately, face to face communication is the best tool to bond people. It can never be replaced by computer-mediated communications e.g. msn. It is the same as shopping. You get the most kick by doing your shopping in shops right? *applicable to girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-2175333959149472634?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/2175333959149472634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=2175333959149472634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/2175333959149472634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/2175333959149472634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/06/indeed-rusting.html' title='indeed rusting~'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8152225465397640845</id><published>2008-06-02T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:52.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>it was a beautiful gloomy sunday...&lt;br /&gt;gloomy as in the weather ...&lt;br /&gt;No teaching today but brought the kids out for a treat at Secret Recipe. They were super excited and always running before us teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SEOWVnOuxgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kFHs84zqFxk/s1600-h/DSCN0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SEOWVnOuxgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kFHs84zqFxk/s400/DSCN0634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170892222612994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... CJ was wearing a Hello Kitty belt.. oh my tian! That was really attracting attention (AA). Apparently, it was bought by CK as a gift to his elder brother. Really absurd that CK would buy such an item = =. Though am not a fan of Hello Kitty, it is rather cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SEOX3HOuxhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-CxHnL5b1qM/s1600-h/DSCN0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SEOX3HOuxhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-CxHnL5b1qM/s400/DSCN0633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207172567259858450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night went the Picture House to watch Chronicles of Narnia- Prince Caspean, with candy, bin bin, jt and febri. I was half an hour late in the movie lo.. cuz I went to the wrong cinema = = I knew some of you already laughing your heads off but it is alright. hahaha.. I wanted to slap myself for that as well. It is indeed a nice show, if you are not expecting dramatic effects. I really enjoyed the show and of course, the books. Love C.S. Lewis' books~ a pure joy to read them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8152225465397640845?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8152225465397640845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8152225465397640845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8152225465397640845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8152225465397640845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/SEOWVnOuxgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kFHs84zqFxk/s72-c/DSCN0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-6106519551724233953</id><published>2008-05-27T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:58:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Our Tears by Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>I really like this song.. somehow it just soothes and calms my emotions. It is a beautifully sad piece. Switch on your speakers =) I wish I know how to dance lyrical. This piece would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUoWJ9rsVpY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUoWJ9rsVpY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6106519551724233953?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6106519551724233953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6106519551724233953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6106519551724233953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6106519551724233953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-our-tears-by-secret-garden.html' title='In Our Tears by Secret Garden'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-6161497095798277349</id><published>2008-05-27T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:45:52.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon bad news</title><content type='html'>My uncle and my cousin came over from Malaysia to my place last night so that my uncle would get his medical check up done the next day. So today, my mummy accompanied him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report: Brain surgery. For the fifth time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: SGD $17,000 +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank. Not because of the cost, but the sheer number of surgeries done to his brain. It all started with just a fall in his younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my mummy, she smelled an unpleasant rotting odour emitting out of his body... it is similar to the smell when you stepped into the room with rather sickly patients. My heart sank even deeper... is it a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches whenever I see him trying to keep a positive attitude or joking with my relatices. As if to tell everyone that he is perfectly fine and the surgery is a minor one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please give me strength to accept whatever that happens. I ask for nothing but Your presence to be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6161497095798277349?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6161497095798277349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6161497095798277349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6161497095798277349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6161497095798277349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/05/afternoon-bad-news.html' title='afternoon bad news'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-6688796583429260788</id><published>2008-05-26T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:55:47.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting emotional~</title><content type='html'>It is the time-of-the month, and I am on the emotional roller-coaster ride. If you are a girl, you will get what I mean. If you are a guy, you will ALSO get what I mean- the period to be on the tip of your toes for 24h. I vividly remembered my buddy said he would like to experience this mood swing if he gets the chance to turn into a girl. Well... if that will make a guy understands a girl better especially during this period, I seriously hope that a guy would experience this at least once every 3 months and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is just some random thoughts when I typed out my first sentence.. haha. As I was saying about emo-swing, it is like a few hours of happiness and suddenly a few hours of moodiness. Currently, I feeling nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through the newspapers for jobs and came across an ad on drawing. Before I knew it, flood of memories drowned my mind. All those memories are years ago but they are so crystal clear that as if they took place just yesterday. When I was 5 or 6 years old, my parents signed me up for art class, abacus class..etc. I hated art class then. I knew the reasons for my parents to load with so many classes. Partly to enrich myself but more importantly, so that I could be so preoccupied that I would not miss my relatives in Malaysia. I also hated my parents then. Hated them for not being constantly present in the first 6 years of my life, hated them for their out-of-the blue appearance and promptly send me to Singapore, hated them for pulling me out of my dear school and schoolmates, hated them for lying that I will get to see my beloved relatives often, hated for them for sending me to classes so that these will become a reason for being unable to go back Malaysia. So much hatred for a 6 year old huh... Everything was just so sudden and I was caught so unprepared. I remembered crying on each saturday because they had promised that they will bring me to Malaysia every saturday if there is nothing on. My many enrichment classes fell on saturday, so we went back once every a few weeks. I would cry everytime I had to leave for Singapore. I also remembered my one and only female cousin (from my paternal family)said that if you made 100 stars and wish upon them, you wish will come true. I was overjoyed! Finally, a chance for me to go back to Malaysia. I desparately made 100 stars and wish... until today, it yet to come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said time will wash emotions away. Indeed, my emotional attachment to my relatives, school and friends began to weaken. Today, it is just missing them. Maybe because I have grown up, maybe the emotional ties are no longer as strong, maybe I am not sure. In any case, I no longer hate my parents. They wanted the best for me. I dont know how will my life turns out to be if I am still in Malaysia. I like art class in actual fact.. haha.. because there are so many colours to play with. I love my parents despite what they did... afterall, they were first-time parents and do not know how to deal with a child. I wanted to thank them because, through this I really treasure the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am feeling happier typing out all these... heheh. Told you, it is the time of the month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6688796583429260788?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6688796583429260788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6688796583429260788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6688796583429260788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6688796583429260788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-emotional.html' title='Getting emotional~'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-6628264155600381238</id><published>2008-05-21T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:05:12.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is slightly above average</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for job interview at a recruitment agency. It went quite smoothly and the interviwer ended off with a piece of good news that "a few US MNCs and German MNCs are looking for temp at the moment..They are located at AMK or Toa Payoh". My eyes just sparkled! Short travelling time, that is what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left the place after the interview, and was promptly ambused to do a health survey which was to find out the status of my health, basically the body fats, water, muscle mass, BMR, BM age, Vfats. I was quite skeptical because usually, after this kind of survey there will be some product recommendation. Anyway, I just went ahead.The results were beyond expectations, as in all my readings fell in Very Good- Good ( 6 scales from Dangerous, Very Good, Good, General,Bad and Very Bad). Laughing to myself, "what products can they offer me ahahha". Surprisingly, they have. Products that enhance the health. Since I am not really looking at excellent status of health, I left without buying anything =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the recruitment agency called and informed me that there is a temp job at NUS... I almost fainted. If I accepted my job means I WOULD BE GOING BACK TO SCHOOL THE WHOLE YEAR. I am not that desparate to have lost my sanity hence, I am continue hunting for jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-6628264155600381238?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6628264155600381238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=6628264155600381238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6628264155600381238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/6628264155600381238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-slightly-above-average.html' title='Life is slightly above average'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-881262290611561262</id><published>2008-05-20T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:38:10.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of blog skin</title><content type='html'>Hi readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. my blog is super rusty. I had changed the blogskin and here you go.. a nice fresh one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I will update it at least once every week. Do keep a look out because new and interesting posts coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-881262290611561262?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/881262290611561262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=881262290611561262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/881262290611561262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/881262290611561262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-of-blog-skin.html' title='change of blog skin'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-1921131842863684238</id><published>2008-01-21T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:53.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>A few pictures from my camera. The more glam pics will be uploaded SOON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3Ql6UJvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d_-cFt_3sKE/s1600-h/CIMG3722edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3Ql6UJvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d_-cFt_3sKE/s400/CIMG3722edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157597125207664370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3Q16UJwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WLMZZZICkVA/s1600-h/CIMG3723edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3Q16UJwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WLMZZZICkVA/s400/CIMG3723edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157597129502631682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the make-up was applied... and my parnter. The picture was taken in a hurry, while listening to a lecture from me (about the technique of self-take pics). So he looked stunned. Trust me, he looked stunning on the stage =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3RV6UJxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZVWM6UR0myk/s1600-h/CIMG3737edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3RV6UJxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZVWM6UR0myk/s400/CIMG3737edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157597138092566290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N7mV6UJ0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XW8exJtnmic/s1600-h/CIMG3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N7mV6UJ0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XW8exJtnmic/s400/CIMG3751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157601896916330306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-1921131842863684238?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/1921131842863684238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=1921131842863684238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1921131842863684238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1921131842863684238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R5N3Ql6UJvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d_-cFt_3sKE/s72-c/CIMG3722edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-7395984305403361068</id><published>2008-01-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:28:03.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modeling- i had a fantastic parnter</title><content type='html'>On the fateful thursday afternoon, I was picked to model together with other two couples. With the help and much help from the heels, my height is compatible to my parnter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time sashaying down the platform. Also my first time, sashaying with a guy AND with our arms crossed. We were supposedly to be deeply in love with each other. I was freaking nervous. Afraid I will lose my balance or walk too fast or look like a block... AH!!! It was quite fun actually. We had a fair share of laughing at each other over our discomfort, especially when my parnter had to offer his arm to me. It was as if he was trying to tiao2 xi4 or as dictionary.com had translated, sexually harassing. We rehearsed quite a number of times, but the chemistry was absent between both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the big day arrived, 19 Jan. Anxiety and worried. So much that I or we ate minimally despite the growling from our stomaches. My parnter starting to crack jokes that sent us into a dilemma- to laugh or to cry. We rehearsed again, and *applause, we are more natural and blissful-looking. So we had our make-up done by a professional who was specially invited and flew from US. Yes, the guys had make-up too. It was absolutely stunning and amazing! Waves of thundering applause as we swanked on the platform along with the hard-beat music. I believed all of us put a fantabulous performance for the day. I even strongly believed that the girls out there were hugely jealous of me and of course, the guys envied my parnter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE PEOPLE!!!! MUAKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-7395984305403361068?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/7395984305403361068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=7395984305403361068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7395984305403361068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7395984305403361068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/01/modeling-i-had-fantastic-parnter.html' title='Modeling- i had a fantastic parnter'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8564984902342788413</id><published>2008-01-20T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:58:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you have dreams? Do you dare to dream?&lt;br /&gt;People tell me not to dream because I have to be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;BU**S****!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who told me these because they themselves do not have dreams or should I put it more bluntly, they have no courage to dream. Failure(s) and disappointment and discouragement, have kill off their ability to dream. Dream is powerful. It motivates us, keep us moving when we feel like giving up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, we have many dreams. Be a lawyer, architect, policeman, teacher..etc. We excitedly told our parents and what's next? They tell us "stop dreaming and study hard". Sooner or later, we forget to dream and simply study harder. When you are ready to step into the society to work, full of the youthful energy, you dream of big cars, fat wallet, retire at the age of 40, millionaire..etc, then they say "stop dreaming and work hard". Years of stressful work gradually drain our energy. By then you have a family, all you ever thought of is giving your family a good life or a survivor life. In any case, life becomes hard. On your death bed, you start to recall on your achievements or rather the lack of. One word to describe your life: meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth is priceless. Full of energy, full of dreams! And any failures would almost cost you nothing short of death. Why dont you dream!!!!!??? People said "I have dreams but.." BUT WHAT? "I have to take care of my sickly parent". No one is telling you to forsake your parents. More importantly, are you doing anything that make you a step closer to your dreams?? They commented that it is being selfish for wanting to achieve your own dreams. Think again, why should you fulfil other people's dreams? And who is/are going to fulfill your dreams? If you work for people, you are realising their dreams and moving further away from yours. You get NOTHING in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what on earth am I here for?&lt;br /&gt;We have different reasons. Personally, I am here to glorify God. I have dreams because God created me to be creative and imaginative. I have the ability to dream because God do dream! He want us to be closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are not (building) castles in the air. Dreams are (building) castles in the air with foundation =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8564984902342788413?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8564984902342788413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8564984902342788413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8564984902342788413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8564984902342788413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-3863834843021207573</id><published>2008-01-05T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:29:06.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10min to 3am thoughts</title><content type='html'>"Last published: 21 dec 2007"&lt;br /&gt;That was the latest entry before the year turned 2008 and this entry is the first entry of 2008. So I shall start with a happy note =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution shot up into the night sky and exploded with the fireworks, on the fifth lighting! That's the spirit of perserverance! The previous fireworks simply flew up and left my new year resolution on the ground. Of course, that set everyone laughing. "It must be a difficult resolution", some commented jokingly. I didnt wish for a world peace k. My new year resolution is simple: A fruitful 2008; to love and to care for people around me. What about yours? Have you made yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, will be a different year for me. For starter, I will get a taste of working- feel the dread to go back office on a blue monday morning. Secondly, I will change to be more mature. No one in the working environment would take a fresh-grad girl seriously. I will be easily stepped over, like a foot over an ant. Thirdly and most importantly, I have to balance both work and church or rather, work ethics and christian values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of challenges lie ahead of me.. but I like! Because I will grow and develop myself physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. We must keep moving because being stagnet brings nothing good to youself,the environment and the people around you. Like a pool of stagnet water that gives foul smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3863834843021207573?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3863834843021207573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3863834843021207573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3863834843021207573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3863834843021207573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/01/10min-to-3am-thoughts.html' title='10min to 3am thoughts'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-2323459143985518295</id><published>2007-12-22T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:37:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed Schedule</title><content type='html'>Oh my my!! &lt;br /&gt;This is my schedule until Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/12: &lt;br /&gt;12pm to 9.00pm - Church Christmas skit preparation and performance &lt;br /&gt;9.00pm to unknown - RTC Christmas skit preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/12:&lt;br /&gt;10.30am to 1.00pm (approx) - Hokkien/Mandarin Combined Christmas Sunday Service&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm to 2.30pm - "Spread the love" Campaign at Orchard. What do WE do? Hug people on the bustling street of Orchard!&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm to unknown - Changi Aloha! Chalet for consonance AGM&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm to 7.30pm - Wild Empire Christmas performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really tiring AND exciting. Traveling around Singapore in one day and splitting myself for events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/12:&lt;br /&gt;not scheduled. Most likely Christmas shopping and RTC Christmas skit preparation. Maye I can packed today with meeting friends to pass them presents ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/12:&lt;br /&gt;10am to 12.00pm (approx)- Combined Christmas Thanksgiving Service&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm to 10.30pm - RTC Christmas skit preparation and Christmas Party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-2323459143985518295?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/2323459143985518295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=2323459143985518295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/2323459143985518295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/2323459143985518295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/packed-schedule.html' title='Packed Schedule'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8897320805791032009</id><published>2007-12-15T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T02:55:23.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>"Financial freedom might be free, but it does not come cheap. Freedom has a price... and to me it is worth the price. The big secret is this: It takes neither money to be financially free nor a good formal education. It also doesnt have to be risky. Instead, freedom's price measured in dreams, desire and the ability to overcome disappointments that occur to all of us along the way. Are you willing to pay the price?" - Robert T. Kiyosaki, Cashflow Quadrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another semester and I will be out of school into the society. It is a mixed feeling. The feeling that is almost like you finished your last paper and then excitedly searching for the modules offering in next semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bombarded myself with numerous questions: What do I want in life? What lies ahead of me? What is my next step? Do I need to work or do I want to work? Do I have a choice? Do I have to follow the path that many have taken? Can I be an outstanding person? Being mediocre is not what I have in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony part is that, I want to remain a student at least I have the 3 months summer vacation to look forward. I can choose to work or travel,like what I did this year. In fact, I was thinking of going to Japan for my graduation trip then fly over to Mongolia for a month. By the way, my Mongolian name is tsetsegee (pronounced as zi-zi-geh). haiz... Do I have many choices? I have to face the reality. If I am financial free, I can do all the things I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard someone said this "If the things you are finding are what you are looking at now, you would have gotten them long time ago". Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing to get "there"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8897320805791032009?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8897320805791032009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8897320805791032009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8897320805791032009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8897320805791032009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-1713785243349227835</id><published>2007-12-15T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:53.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "I am cow" Song</title><content type='html'>This post is ripped from my previous blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am browsing through my mongolia photos and came across the picture of a river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R2LKVNCoHTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hw1hvi2a2pY/s1600-h/CIMG1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R2LKVNCoHTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hw1hvi2a2pY/s400/CIMG1814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143896190037269810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that derek (senior one) wanted to learn the I am cow song which Jaryl, Derek (younger one of course) and I were singing on our way back to our sleeping area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you, Derek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCD1RIqTlEw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCD1RIqTlEw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-1713785243349227835?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/1713785243349227835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=1713785243349227835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1713785243349227835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/1713785243349227835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-cow-song.html' title='The &quot;I am cow&quot; Song'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R2LKVNCoHTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hw1hvi2a2pY/s72-c/CIMG1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-7376255824967100945</id><published>2007-12-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:06:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore culture</title><content type='html'>Culture is defined by the society, and to be more specific the people living in the society. How we act, behave, talk and dressed become so unqiue and iconic that they became a culture. For example the hipster culture and the Japanese hard-working culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has a culture- a mixed-up culture. We could not specifically pick up the signicant symbol(s) that we could say "this is singapore culture". However, we could look deeper and find out what makes up the singapore culture. The unique properties of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 4 seasons. Summer season (that seems to last through the year), Durian season, raining season and very importantly, the shopping season. Singaporeans are (in)famous for the shopping madness. More shopping centres in town are now offering mid-night shopping deals and goodies. And on top of this, we have some mega sales such as the mid-year sales and end-of-year sales. Of course, not forgetting the back-to-school sales. In package tours for Singaporean tourists, the tour agencies will definitely and by default, add in the "shopping" time. Singaporeans are shopping-lovers. They laughing their ways to the shopping malls and the shopowners in turn, laughing their way to the banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we have a "kia-su" culture. Kiasu-ism (translated as afraid of losing in english), is a prominent trait in Singaporean parents especially when it comes to studies of their children. At the tender age of 3, the poor children are sent to nurersies to learn vocabulary and sentance formation. This is quite justified since research had shown that information adsorption is at its peak during this age and the adsorption rate gradually decreases as the years pass. Then at age of 6 or 7, they are choked with assessments that piled up taller than Mount Everest and packed with tuitions. Holidays became a nightmare for them. The reason for this nightmare-ish arrangement: so that they will keep up with the school. In my opinion, more like so that they will be the first in class. To prove my point, think how do we behave when it comes to about the buffet? We topped all sort of food on our plate. Why? IN-CASE not enough. I shall not describe further. You got my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, majority of us like to run the rat race, like the hamster running the wheel to catch the carrot. Everyday at the same time we see the same faces at the particular mrt station. Do the same mandune things for each day with exception of weekends. Some people would deny that "hey.. i do go out for holidays occassionally!". Please remember, what is the ratio of the number of holidays to the working days. Well, some people said "no choice." Excuse. We are not born into this world to run the rat race. We are here to live. Live a life of happiness, abundance and love. What about the rice bowl? Please there are alternatives to earn money besides working for other people. We can be more entreprenuer and venture into business. But in Singapore society, someone in your circle will say "Let someone else try first" or "too risky". This is another trait of Singaporean- kiasi (literally means afraid of death). In this context, it is to mean that afraid to lose (similar to kiasu) but in when comes to business, losing money is like facing death. So end up, most of us are stuck in rat race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, Singapore culture is a mixed up culture. We are very stratified, we are individual beings that merge to form a particular trait which in turn becomes a culture. Different groups of people in the society produce different cultures, and this is Singapore culture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-7376255824967100945?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/7376255824967100945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=7376255824967100945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7376255824967100945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7376255824967100945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-culture.html' title='Singapore culture'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-8184495989137869535</id><published>2007-12-03T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo part 3</title><content type='html'>Venue: Tattoo shop in Peninsula Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few pictures i had taken in the tattoo shop. I have a mixed feeling towards tattoo. It looks painful but the artist claimed it is not. The person who gets the tattoo said it was painful at times. Argh... look at these pictures and decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl-kXesbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UlYlXia-GWA/s1600-R/DSC_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl-kXesbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uV0bCDr3lxE/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139563725348319666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl_kXesdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0bFJ6zH8Cpg/s1600-R/DSC_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl_kXesdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E81uvM2S6LI/s400/DSC_0682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139563742528188882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NkoUXesXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SK1Qt_0s5oo/s1600-R/DSC_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NkoUXesXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dnCXl0kHjVg/s400/DSC_0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139562243584602482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nko0XesYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eoiaqFrQvzM/s1600-R/DSC_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nko0XesYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rpYbcabmFIw/s400/DSC_0684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139562252174537090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NkpkXesZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9VxhMmXbMSc/s1600-R/DSC_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NkpkXesZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DQHuYv4n78E/s400/DSC_0683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139562265059438994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NkqEXesaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w68mvbfVt5Q/s1600-R/DSC_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NkqEXesaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0ZY5Cq_fKBM/s400/DSC_0675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139562273649373602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8184495989137869535?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8184495989137869535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8184495989137869535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8184495989137869535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8184495989137869535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/tattoo-part-3.html' title='Tattoo part 3'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl-kXesbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uV0bCDr3lxE/s72-c/DSC_0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-4187866014369564846</id><published>2007-12-03T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo part 2</title><content type='html'>Venue: at the person's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tattoo signifies his different personalities. To me, it seems like saying that "Never judge a book by its cover". We all wear different masks. At home, we may put on a "daughter/son" mask. In school, a "student" mask is put on.. etc&lt;br /&gt;Look deeper into the person and you discover more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NnHEXesfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/58kWzvEjp7Y/s1600-R/DSC_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NnHEXesfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1UGdRDNdjUE/s400/DSC_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139564970888835570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nm0kXeseI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x3Ll2ZLyjYM/s1600-R/DSC_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nm0kXeseI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HSxewSkiySo/s400/DSC_0664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139564653061255650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl_EXescI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wT5u7DVnXeo/s1600-R/DSC_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nl_EXescI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MUxAtZ31CDQ/s400/DSC_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139563733938254274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nkn0XesWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ck7MlGNQYak/s1600-R/mirror_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nkn0XesWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5Qvf0xk7_aA/s400/mirror_mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139562234994667874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking: 8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-4187866014369564846?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/4187866014369564846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=4187866014369564846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4187866014369564846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4187866014369564846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_02.html' title='Tattoo part 2'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NnHEXesfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1UGdRDNdjUE/s72-c/DSC_0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-810690167426583896</id><published>2007-12-03T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:54.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo part 1</title><content type='html'>Venue: A corner behind Somersat mrt station&lt;br /&gt;For more details: http://nm3223tattoo.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few pictures that I had selected to put on blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marilyn Monroe" tattoo looks so elegant like the actress herself. Her live is much admired by numerous of people but at the same time sympathize by many. LIke rose, so pretty yet fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiOUXesTI/AAAAAAAAADg/GDgTXQ8eDq0/s1600-R/DSC_06510019_more+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiOUXesTI/AAAAAAAAADg/6drqvB5ZGmE/s400/DSC_06510019_more+space.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139559597884748082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiOkXesUI/AAAAAAAAADo/PFH6XLYh6Bk/s1600-R/DSC_06520020_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiOkXesUI/AAAAAAAAADo/xBz4Hp7EsHY/s400/DSC_06520020_rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139559602179715394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiO0XesVI/AAAAAAAAADw/NDRdvxlz_4o/s1600-R/DSC_06400008_behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiO0XesVI/AAAAAAAAADw/CmgpsmhuVb0/s400/DSC_06400008_behind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139559606474682706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking: 8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-810690167426583896?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/810690167426583896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=810690167426583896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/810690167426583896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/810690167426583896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/tattoo-part-2.html' title='Tattoo part 1'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1NiOUXesTI/AAAAAAAAADg/6drqvB5ZGmE/s72-c/DSC_06510019_more+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-3136224971739210154</id><published>2007-12-03T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:55.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy- apple snail eggs</title><content type='html'>Venue: Lower Seletar reservior&lt;br /&gt;Time: Blazing hot afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pinkish thing amidst the grey dark rocks caught my eyes. Pretty pink in colour but give a "eee" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they look like. The real- life picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O1zUXesgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5_3QrpGzKWI/s1600-R/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O1zUXesgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4xo1-uDLS0A/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139651493005013506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look. Just redish-pink circular eggs gathered to form the bigger group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O1z0XeshI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8r_viatEAJ0/s1600-R/DSC_0254_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O1z0XeshI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VRW6VNGapaY/s400/DSC_0254_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139651501594948114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you break them, thick orange gel oozed out. Totoally grossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O10UXesiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wosw279GISw/s1600-R/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O10UXesiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SlUzpcvGfY0/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139651510184882722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking: 6/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-3136224971739210154?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3136224971739210154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=3136224971739210154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3136224971739210154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/3136224971739210154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/tattoo-part-1.html' title='Creepy- apple snail eggs'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1O1zUXesgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4xo1-uDLS0A/s72-c/DSC_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-7451971628172213196</id><published>2007-12-03T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:19:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 4</title><content type='html'>Venue: Yishun&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nf-EXesSI/AAAAAAAAADY/DwHWJjHplnU/s1600-R/pic+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nf-EXesSI/AAAAAAAAADY/66W-Q_q3A6I/s400/pic+together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139557119688618274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking: 6/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-7451971628172213196?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/7451971628172213196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=7451971628172213196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7451971628172213196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/7451971628172213196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Assignment 4'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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/_H4DCZ3zCkeY/R1Nf-EXesSI/AAAAAAAAADY/66W-Q_q3A6I/s72-c/pic+together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-8785899808623914976</id><published>2007-10-08T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:07:27.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 3: Change</title><content type='html'>When we were young, life is full of fun! Everyday is much anticipated with a sun-shine smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on and we still have a lot of fun. Most of us have an imaginary friend that accompany us. And that really freak our parents, at least for mine =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many playmates. We quarrel and fight more often than not. However at the end of the day, we are still playmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies by. At the blink of an eye, we are teenagers. Contented and happy. The only worry we might have is school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than not, we stepped into adult-hood. Ready to face the world. Sometimes we are unsure who we are, what we are doing, why am I here. We may just sit at one corner to ponder over these questions or simply to slow down our pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find our parnters who share life together, be it sitting by the Singapore River to enjoy the night scene or quarrelling at a place. No body knows but this is what it means to share a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 40 years, you do not know where you are... You wish you are still your 21st year old self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the changes around you. It is just you and the world. The only constant is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-8785899808623914976?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/8785899808623914976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=8785899808623914976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8785899808623914976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/8785899808623914976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/10/assignment-2.html' title='Assignment 3: Change'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537121120218136995.post-4792757848833159090</id><published>2007-10-05T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:28:55.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd assignment part 2</title><content type='html'>Venue: St Andrew Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second image is the field of depth. So I had a good time going around the places such as city hall, gardens etc.. taking pictures, and finally to THE place. I spent about 3hours over there.&lt;br /&gt;So TADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0048-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like walkway because it is leading me to a place- the glass door, like a goal in life but there is a lot of noise. So need to work on framing the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal proposed mark: 5/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-4792757848833159090?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/4792757848833159090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=4792757848833159090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4792757848833159090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4792757848833159090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-assignment-part-2.html' title='2nd assignment part 2'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-5327658634653462953</id><published>2007-10-05T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:28:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd assignment</title><content type='html'>sorry for such late updates. This the picture for the close up image of the flower, which I am really proud of because it is the FIRST image i took with my new camera. Having a lot of fun figuring out the aperture, shutter speed, ISO etc.. like finding out more about your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: St Andrew's Cathedral. Specifically, the patch of grass near the fish pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/DSC_0026-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal proposed mark: 7/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-5327658634653462953?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/5327658634653462953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=5327658634653462953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5327658634653462953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/5327658634653462953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-assignment.html' title='2nd assignment'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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-537121120218136995.post-4815240700650682036</id><published>2007-09-26T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:28:16.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gold-fish memory: 1st assignment</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f126/surelyshirlyn/pic005unedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tainted glass and green crystals with slim black metal chain.&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet having a nice composition. &lt;br /&gt;Gave an unfortable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing this project, I got the news that my senior (early 20s) died in Australia. I didnt shed a tear or feel anything. It is just an empty feeling like the glass. I dont know what is/are my feeling.. Shock? Sad? Upset? I am not sure until I attended his funeral. Initiallly, I just felt sad. Those sadness that you felt when you lost your precious pen or toy. As the hours past, it was time for us to leave and finally, I cried. Hugging to my friend, and pour out all those feelings inside me. A glass may look empty but you have to turn it to know what is/are inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537121120218136995-4815240700650682036?l=beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/4815240700650682036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=537121120218136995&amp;postID=4815240700650682036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4815240700650682036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/537121120218136995/posts/default/4815240700650682036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-pleiades.blogspot.com/2007/09/gold-fish-memory.html' title='gold-fish memory: 1st assignment'/><author><name>shirlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10467999874711031118</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>
