<?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-5905045843942762680</id><updated>2011-08-27T22:08:06.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog, its about me, what i feel, what i do and how's life going for me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-2216468249482836842</id><published>2010-12-01T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:12:02.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening..</title><content type='html'>Senses has been awaken, but it isn't exactly what I have expected though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I start chasing her? Even though she hasn't been replying my sms, so I'm not pretty sure how to begin with, because she's busy with her fyp filming. I just wish that she would be free to reply my sms to her. But then, I dun even know if she likes me, but I can guess she doesn't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should start looking at someplace else. Somewhere I belong. Where I am accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. Too much emo-ness. what the heck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish.. But wishes = willfulness = really really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to take things abit slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-2216468249482836842?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2216468249482836842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=2216468249482836842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/2216468249482836842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/2216468249482836842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/12/awakening.html' title='Awakening..'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-7991037879917399771</id><published>2010-11-28T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:29:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey...</title><content type='html'>Self-discovery. People wouldn't go on a journey of self-discovery as they would think they know themselves better. I beg to differ. The time when people go on a journey is to see things, others to enjoy, and for me to rediscover who I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as time goes by, I discovered somethings about myself which I previously do not know about. That I am a passionate person, who loves the people around me except that sometimes, I just don't want to acknowledge this fact. Probably this fact may bog me down, or it could be my weakness, I'm not sure. I just don't know.. A part of me want to find out what does it actually mean, but another part of me just doesn't feel that its real enough. What should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently went on a trip to Malaysia with Daniel and Yew Jia, to buy tib-bits for our drinking session. As we went along, I feel myself getting attracted to Yew Jia for her personality and uniqueness. It was something that I have felt before. She said that, "During this 3 years of poly, you didn't have a girlfriend? Oh my god!" Oh yes, "oh my god", people always say that when in disbelief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that I'm choosy, but girls are materialistic nowadays! They want Prada, Louis Vuitton or Chanel. They want a rich guy or handsome guy to be their boyfriend. Nothing short of those two qualities. Yes, I may not be rich or handsome. I may not be muscular like those bodybuilders you see out there. But at least, I have a heart. I don't hanker after money, power or fame, I just want to lead a normal life with a normal girl who loves me for who I am, not what I am. Is it really that difficult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drinking session that happened made me realised a lot of things. I can, for one, hold my Liquor well, two, take care of my friends, and three, sit down for hours and just watching a girl sleep peacefully, well-knowing that I am there to protect her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I would make a wish. That I am someone else, leading a different life. But then yet again, I am also glad I am living this life, for if not, I wouldn't have met all these great friends of mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of yew jia, she's quite a nice person, I really don't mind her poking/retorting my sentences and all sort, because I feel for her. Maybe I should start cultivating this new-found ability to feel and care for people. Sometimes, I just wish that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-7991037879917399771?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7991037879917399771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=7991037879917399771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/7991037879917399771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/7991037879917399771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/journey.html' title='A journey...'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-2607251111320225967</id><published>2010-11-20T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:43:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Again!?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, one of my friends from Air Force Training Command, was posted to 124th Squadron at Seletar Air base. Sian. Now no one to chat with le.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Morgan, Daniel, Hao cai and yew jia on Wednesday to K box at *Scape Orchard. Quite a fun day, sang all English songs with everyone and sang Japanese songs with Morgan. Damn epic. Coz we were trying to say the words, letters by letters in Hirigana. Kind of fail though, and we agreed that romanji is way much more easier to sing than Hirigana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Followed by dinner at Cathay Cine-leisure Orchard basement, Kou-Fu. Super Epic Fail. The cashier at Pepper Lunch was super damn slow and he was only busy taking orders from the female customers. By the time we bought our food from the 什菜饭 and start eating, the queue at Pepper lunch didn't move. Meaning the person who was originally in front of us at the queue, was still there queueing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I caught a caterpie in my vegetables. Took back my plate and told them there was a caterpillar in my food. They went, Sorry, and I just left. I hope this would be the last time, or else I will call NEA and inform them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan wanted to get a BFF, but the queue for it was long, so we left for takashimaya, cold storage to buy his stuff for his field camp. We then walked around the basement, found some food and chilled out there at the basement. Hao cai went to 7-11 to buy some stuff, and daniel went to cheers to buy a drink. Yew jia went to his uncle's shop to look for her uncle while i stood outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Coffee Joint at Triple one somerset to chill out. The Ice Mocha wasn't that bad, it could use a bit of sugar though. Chatted with Yew Jia, found her to resemble one of my friends, although I can't remember who was it. Found her to be a nice girl who's quite friendly and outgoing. I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after, we went back home, Daniel, hao cai, Yew Jia and I, chatted on the bus. Heard quite a few interesting stories about herself. It was so fun and interesting to hear a girl talk about herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after we went our separate ways, me alighting at my stop and then going home, I went online and chatted with Yew Jia a bit more. Got to know her a bit more, and found out that she and I had a lot in common. Quite interesting huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today was quite fun too! Playing Taboo after eating Kaki Fuyong in NP Makan Place. Hope we can all do this sometime again! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-2607251111320225967?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2607251111320225967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=2607251111320225967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/2607251111320225967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/2607251111320225967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/start-again.html' title='Start Again!?'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-4890640340502242655</id><published>2010-11-14T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:08:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful.</title><content type='html'>Went online to facebook until 2plus am. Went to sleep. Wanted to wake up at 5.45 am to send my parents off, instead I overslept and woke up at 8plus am. I went online to facebook after which I played CS until 2plus pm while eating brunch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to to bb interchange at 2.45pm to wait for hao cai, daniel and marcus to go orchard to watch movie. Daniel brought a friend along, and her name is yew jia. Turns out she's a pretty and smart girl. Kinda my type, but she's out of my league. I have a feeling that she can be a very good friend or even best friend, if i were to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Due Date, seriously epic, very funny but the cliche moments do kill people after sometime. Up next, RED and Harry potter and the deathly hallows. Should be watching it next sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next friday going to school to eat kaki fuyong with yew jia, daniel, marcus and hao cai before hao cai goes to BMTC for his BMT. And saturday will be going to malaysia with daniel, marcus and hao cai. Too bad yew jia, charmaine and estella wont be joining us, or else it would be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I hope I can find a girlfriend before I flyoverseas for my posting. Hmmm, Was thinking whether to ask someone to help me pass message, before I fly. Or else, if i were to die overseas before i every can say something, then .... it would be a regret/waste lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, tonight sleeping in my parents room, super damn empty de loh. Wish I had a girlfriend, can share the bed and then chit chat before sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Sleeping, getting tired now. gotta wake up tmr morning to buy 4D for my parents, design a grad. cover for AFTC senior specialists graduation from a course. I see u, world, tmr morning then. Nites, and lights out. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-4890640340502242655?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/4890640340502242655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=4890640340502242655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/4890640340502242655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/4890640340502242655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful.'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-6971082695845126003</id><published>2010-11-10T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:11:12.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadded.</title><content type='html'>Today woke up at 6.15am, bath and burshed real quick before eating kellong's cornflakes and milo drink for breakfast. Changed into my No.4 and laced up my shoes before rushing out. Out of the house by 6.30, reached the bus stop at 6.35am. waited until 6.55 am before 966 arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the office at 8am. This is ridiculous! Everytime wait for the bus for 15 to 20 mins. Where's the sense of urgency? If Singapore goes to war, The SAF should wait, since the civillians in peacetime already got no sense of urgency liao. whats the point? Hoped the people at TIBS bus service and SBS wake up their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office was super cold today. My gotex jacket didnt work its charm, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the "visit" from Chief of Defence or Air Force, whatever he is. He didnt visit at all. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to collect my new model kits, Av-98 and Griffon from Anime Series Patlabor, after work. Pre-ordered Av-98-2 on the spot. At home got quite a few model kits havent been fixed up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Cai went in to BMTC already mah? Anyway, wish him luck if he sees this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Hao is going to Seletar Air base soon, hope to see him again soon someday for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao cai is going to BMTC soon. Wish him the best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine ah Charmaine, you ah... sms you, you also dont want to reply. then, when the date for outing comes nearer, you then reply. msn you, u take a very long time to reply.. I say see movie, you say ok. tell you what movie we gonna watch, you say this and that. I dont know what to say anymore le. Besides, its just a movie, and not any B-grade movie anyway. If it was a b-grade movie, I wouldnt even bother smsing you we gonna watch a movie, coz I wouldnt be there myself. I hope you understand this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dont feel well. Everything's going spiral downwards nowadays. I wish someone is there for me, really take the time to sms me and chat and talk. not just sms to ask what movie and so on. Really. My heart aches every time but then, smses also didnt get replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should retire from this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this office lady who's quite funny, older than me by 5 years, I think.. Quite funny and cute.. depends on how u interpret it.. She likes calling my name, and I like calling her name as well. kinda funny everytime we call each other in the office, wonder how it will go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nights world. Or else I wont be able to wake up early again. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-6971082695845126003?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6971082695845126003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=6971082695845126003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/6971082695845126003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/6971082695845126003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/sadded.html' title='Sadded.'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-5082029418856038076</id><published>2010-11-06T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:43:42.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GQwMRNT3lV0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQwMRNT3lV0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQwMRNT3lV0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above is the song, performed in a concert piece. Canon In D. Kinda cool and wonderful to have finally found this video. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I get angry or pissed, I would just switch to this song and it just calms me down. Kinda Amazing huh? It got references to Christianity, but peeps who know me knows that I am not easily swayed by fanatics, but songs have a different place in my heart! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, later on in the morning or afternoon, I will be meeting the peeps for a farewell lunch for Dennis as he's going in next week bah. Hao cai enlist date is a different date, so its a separate lunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of BMT, Its kinda reminds me of things. Some awesome and some not so good. But I still managed to pull through it, with the help of Charmaine. If not, anyone can go insane. Coz I am not a people person anymore, so that 5 months was pretty bad, not including the Medical centre screwup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memorable are the trainings everyday, the Physical training that is. The Rifle presentation, where u sleep super early at 9pm and wake up at 3am. The Technical Handling of the rifle, the Range, the HG assault course, the Fieldcamp, the Urban-ops, the swims, jogs and runs. All seem so memorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But time to move on, I am in the Air Force now. But still without a certain someone, its kinda getting a bit unbearable, so the method of, Yes Mdm or Yes Sir to all sorts of tasks now made me immune to anything, so much so as that I have a migraine most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haiz, speaking of which. I almost got into another accident btw. Near the Pending Station bus-stop that traffic-lights there. Coz I normally walk very fast through the traffic lights with my headphones on, so its was a miracle that all of a sudden, I felt very happy and decided to slow down my pace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If not, I wouldnt be here writing. Coz if I were to walk a little bit faster or the same speed I walk everyday, That mercedes would have shattered me. Not that anyone care. Not even someone who talked to me to helped me kept my mind of things in that 5 months of BMT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I would like to thank my lucky stars and Angels who are following me, If you're reading this, this is for you: Thanks for looking out for me! If not...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahha, kind of funny, this is the 2nd time I almost got killed, at the exact same spot. LOL! Thats why, I thank my Angels for looking after me! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, need to sleep already. Having to wake up in the morning has been a chore for me already. Time to get some sleep! Nites world and my Angel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-5082029418856038076?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5082029418856038076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=5082029418856038076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/5082029418856038076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/5082029418856038076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-3635253096386597834</id><published>2010-11-01T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:12:41.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and Poured.</title><content type='html'>Morning was quite a rush, or not. Waited for 966 at opp bp cc bus stop and reached the office at 7.45am, not bad a record huh? And today I received a new directive, all personnel reporting to RSAF camps to wear either beret or jockey cap or else will be booked by the rp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadded. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire day at office was quite relaxed. Documenting of MCs and filing them into their respective "homes", chit-chat with my friends at the office. Gossipped a bit here and there about SAF stuff (stuff kids shouldnt hear, so I'm not telling anyone. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for breakfast and found that I didnt bring money. T.T Ended up have to borrow from my friend! He's quite the understanding type! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and as usual, bus was packed, people still brainless, dont want to move into the rear of the bus, as usual. Idiots, I shall say them. Still dont think for others, only think for themselves. Idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, mom worked till 10pm, dad working till next day morning. So I cooked dinner myself. Campbell's clam chowder and Maggie mee. no mood to cook really delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office, a lot of people started showing me their photos of themselves with their girlfriends. On facebook, some people changed their display pic showing themselves with their girlfriends or them with some random girl. Not say some, but quite a lot that I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No girl wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country doesnt need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really feel as though I belonged here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to... make myself feel needed here... wanted to.. make myself belonged to this part of the community... but still fail. I wish.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont belong here, we've gotta move on here, and escape from this afterlife..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-3635253096386597834?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/3635253096386597834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=3635253096386597834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/3635253096386597834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/3635253096386597834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/rain-and-poured.html' title='Rain and Poured.'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-6897393603292627238</id><published>2010-11-01T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:29:36.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog is gonna be re-updated.</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since i have updated this blog. Quite sad for a blog with such a nice template, huh? Anyways, I have been posted to RSAF, AFTC for my 2 years of NS stint. Cool huh? Everybody wants this posting, as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to update, I have gotten the Company Best Shot and Perfect Shot, not to mention Marksman during BMT! Even got the Plaque to prove it, except that I was on status, and the bloody SAF revoked my status as company best shot, but i still got my perfect shot plaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought myself a messenger bag as a gift to myself, it was also meant as a present for my birthday as well. My mom bought me a Levi's wallet as a present as well! Well, I didnt get to celebrate my birthday this year just like the rest of my life. except for the 21st birthday that time, other than that, this should be my second time celebrating my birthday. Happy Birthday to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, or not so recently was my friend's birthday. One was a girl, the other was a guy. The girl's birthday was so long ago, 4 months ago to be exact. Bought her a gift, but didnt brought it along during a gathering at orchard, coz there was another girl, or was it another 2 girls? Anyway, it has been with me for 4 months le. I seriously hope you can reply my sms, facebook comment or even pick up my call to tell me when will you be free, so i can bring the gift to you. (Just meet up for 5 minutes, pass you you're gift and you can continue your Fyp, coz I know you're busy nowadays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my guy friend's birthday, it was Justin from my NP class! Happy birthday to you man, hope you had a blast, unlike me! It was kinda sad, I actually had to share a gift with others, right on the day of his birthday at his party. It makes me feel sorry for myself, that I could spend 1 entire day picking a gift for a girl who doesnt bother about me, and yet I couldn't spend 1 hour to buy a gift for a best friend who cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sick huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean me. I feel so wretched. I feel like a idiot. No wait, I am a idiot! How could I be such an asshole? And it doesnt make me feel any better, that the gift whom I am supposed to give to the girl, is still with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna give a shout-out! Happy Birthday Justin, rest assured I WILL buy you a birthday present next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-6897393603292627238?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6897393603292627238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=6897393603292627238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/6897393603292627238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/6897393603292627238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-is-gonna-be-re-updated.html' title='Blog is gonna be re-updated.'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-6961530103078164723</id><published>2009-12-12T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:03:34.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd shooting star!</title><content type='html'>I saw another shooting star! And i also counted 28plus stars! So cool! And i also made a wish too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i will be able to see another shooting star tonight? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-6961530103078164723?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/6961530103078164723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=6961530103078164723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/6961530103078164723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/6961530103078164723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-shooting-star.html' title='2nd shooting star!'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-7527460003683483394</id><published>2009-12-11T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:06:45.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing upon a star</title><content type='html'>I was drowsy, so i went to the kitchen. And i saw a shooting star falling through the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed, but i did managed to make a wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw and counted 17 stars in total tonight! That is so damn cool! Considering the area i'm in doesnt show much stars because of the lights! :) i'm so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-7527460003683483394?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7527460003683483394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=7527460003683483394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/7527460003683483394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/7527460003683483394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-upon-star.html' title='Wishing upon a star'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-2683741330012732637</id><published>2009-08-24T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:43:40.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sunset in ngee ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunset in ngee ann polytechnic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198046056840882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SpFvJ4sKfrI/AAAAAAAAA3g/p8y_THXxomI/s200/IMG_3408.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken using Canon Eos 30D&lt;br /&gt;F-stop: f/10&lt;br /&gt;Exposure time: 1/200&lt;br /&gt;ISO 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections of a tree on the LT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373199680943254162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SpFwpDHdapI/AAAAAAAAA3o/P-zJUVD3H44/s200/IMG_3412.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;F-stop: f/8&lt;br /&gt;Exposure time: 1/160&lt;br /&gt;ISO 100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-2683741330012732637?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2683741330012732637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=2683741330012732637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/2683741330012732637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/2683741330012732637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunset-in-ngee-ann.html' title='The sunset in ngee ann'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SpFvJ4sKfrI/AAAAAAAAA3g/p8y_THXxomI/s72-c/IMG_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905045843942762680.post-7906583089078288041</id><published>2009-08-18T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:52:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been given a make over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do expect posts related to my working life, i.e Freelance Photography!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even post up some random photos with a description!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Lookout for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905045843942762680-7906583089078288041?l=shootingstars1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/feeds/7906583089078288041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905045843942762680&amp;postID=7906583089078288041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/7906583089078288041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905045843942762680/posts/default/7906583089078288041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingstars1987.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-there.html' title='Hi there!'/><author><name>My Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v63bRwhHoiI/SSFCHDtj53I/AAAAAAAAAlU/3rV2Q9DmT5g/S220/Skull%26Bones.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
