<?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-488047144459500932</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:07:04.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zafiro de Estrella</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-8020149682218074505</id><published>2007-11-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:28:23.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Boredom&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Stress&lt;br /&gt;This is my holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Holidays'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-3824124453451090638</id><published>2007-10-31T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:41:25.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death in the family</title><content type='html'>One of life's saddest things is to lose your family members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;姥爷我想你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3824124453451090638?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-3302762887087677320</id><published>2007-10-27T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:04:05.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-Updated</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't updated my blog for what seemed like a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with results, sad about stuff, worried about piano exam...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;A very big THANK YOU to Hui Ning here! Nicest person I've ever met. Can't stay sad around her for long...&lt;br /&gt;Out of stuff to say...&lt;br /&gt;Detached and in hiding...&lt;br /&gt;Will be back...&lt;br /&gt;Sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3302762887087677320?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3302762887087677320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=3302762887087677320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3302762887087677320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3302762887087677320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-updated.html' title='Blog-Updated'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-3496982538692452557</id><published>2007-09-19T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:21:23.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My unfortunate day</title><content type='html'>I’ve just had the most miserable day I’ve ever had in my miserably short existence. Recount of misery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fell down really hard during PE (you will fall down hard if you are my size and gravity works), scraped knees, fingers and fingernails. Now my knees are 万紫千红, 紫from all the beautiful bruises and 红 from the lovely big patches if bloody flesh. I’ve decided that my 克星is Zhang Jie as she can make me get injured whenever I go near her, provided that it’s on the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nearly broke my ankle while chasing after Kaixin and Fangying, who rushed off to lunch. My ankle hurts now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. During lunch, Kaixin and I both decided that we want lemon chicken rice with long beans. Amazingly, Kaixin managed to buy both the last portion of the lemon chicken AND long beans! Grrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Flunked oral. Totally. It was absolutely horrendous!!!!! No more comments, my heart hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrting this now with pain in my heart and on my physical bady, I hope tomorrow will be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3496982538692452557?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3496982538692452557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=3496982538692452557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3496982538692452557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3496982538692452557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-unfortunate-day.html' title='My unfortunate day'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-27725471447839474</id><published>2007-09-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:27:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knowledge Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=3942205&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsg.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D1065062%26fr%3D%26cache%3D1&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253Fei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D1065062%252526cache%25253D1&amp;imTitle=Gnaritas%252BMonstrum%252B%252528The%252BKnowledge%252BMonster%252529&amp;searchUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/search/video?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=bmF0aW9uYWxfZ3JlZW4%3D&amp;vid=1065062' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the saddest things I've ever seen. There are no words to describe it, you can only get the feeling of it if you watch it yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-27725471447839474?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/27725471447839474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=27725471447839474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/27725471447839474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/27725471447839474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/knowledge-monster.html' title='The Knowledge Monster'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-6322942568949785487</id><published>2007-09-15T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:51:48.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RS</title><content type='html'>I am posting this at Qianru's house, at an amazing 7.45 pm. Even more amazing, we are still doing our RS which started at about 1 in the afternoon. As the hours progressed, each single one of us is getting more and more crazy. We are laughing at random stuff. We had just finished eating dinner, which were noodles in about the biggest bowls that I have every seen in my pathetically short existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we have made quite good progree. Right now, Zhang Jie is ranting and raving next to me about how she will never ever ever ever touch RS again, and she is saying how she will leave all the editing to Tian Yuan, who is not here, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. She told me that I was sad as she saw me writing this. She loves the word sad ever since we started on Merchant of Venice. I think that Antonio must be posessing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write on, we are preparing for our presentation. Qianru is whining about how her whole day is ruined and Zhang Jie is tuanting me about how her has already finished her Bio journal. Qianru is saying how she has sacrificed her cards. Zhang Jie is calling me to go now. I better go before she murder the comm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-6322942568949785487?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6322942568949785487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=6322942568949785487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/6322942568949785487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/6322942568949785487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/rs.html' title='RS'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-3304904279383181319</id><published>2007-09-14T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:12:55.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEtdRq47I/AAAAAAAAABs/VKLGTsivSiw/s1600-h/g1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110042643692970930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEtdRq47I/AAAAAAAAABs/VKLGTsivSiw/s400/g1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEtdRq48I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lE4-tl1YrsA/s1600-h/g2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110042643692970946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEtdRq48I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lE4-tl1YrsA/s400/g2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEttRq49I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i2kfFbww5vI/s1600-h/g3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110042647987938258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEttRq49I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i2kfFbww5vI/s400/g3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEttRq4-I/AAAAAAAAACE/fAnuKE3neCk/s1600-h/g4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110042647987938274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEttRq4-I/AAAAAAAAACE/fAnuKE3neCk/s400/g4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEt9Rq4_I/AAAAAAAAACM/YR0pYXQNhs4/s1600-h/g5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110042652282905586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEt9Rq4_I/AAAAAAAAACM/YR0pYXQNhs4/s400/g5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110043657305252866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqFodRq5AI/AAAAAAAAACU/y8VfzoTO_yc/s400/g6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hi to humanity’s worse fear, loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An introduction to loneliness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is an emotional state in which a person experiences a powerful feeling of emptiness and isolation. Loneliness is more than just the feeling of wanting company or wanting to do something with another person. Loneliness is a feeling of being cut off, disconnected and alienated from other people. The lonely person may find it difficult or even impossible to have any form of meaningful human contact. Lonely people often experience a subjective sense of inner emptiness or hollowness, with feelings of separation or isolation from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is not the same as being alone. Everyone has times when they are alone through circumstances or choice. Being alone can be experienced as positive, pleasurable, and emotionally refreshing if it is under the individual's control. Solitude is the state of being alone and secluded from other people, and often implies having made a conscious choice to be alone. Loneliness is therefore unwilling solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their growth as individuals, humans start a separation process at birth, which continues with growing independence towards adulthood. As such, feeling alone can be a healthy emotion and, indeed, choosing to be alone for a period of solitude can be enriching. To experience loneliness, however, can be to feel overwhelmed by an unbearable feeling of separateness at a profound level. This can manifest in feelings of abandonment, rejection, depression, insecurity, anxiety, hopelessness, unworthiness, meaninglessness, and resentment. If these feelings are prolonged they may become debilitating and prevent the affected individual from developing healthy relationships and lifestyles. If the individual is convinced he or she is unlovable, this will increase the experience of suffering and the likelihood of avoiding social contact. Low self esteem will often trigger the social disconnection which can lead to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are we afraid of loneliness? Basically, it is the sense of being absolutely cut off from the world, that you have no more importance and you are absolutely alone. It is an extremely scary feeling. Personally, I am very scared of being alone. Must be something to do with the fact that I am seen as a ‘loner’ from young. During any activities, I try to stick with people, no matter they like me or not, it’s just the feeling that you do not ever want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it should be remembered that feeling lonely is a common human emotion experienced by everyone at times (and therefore is not a defect). Intimate friendships take time to develop, and sometimes it is useful to help deal with the loneliness by sharing your experiences with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this short post with a shorter message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter if you are lonely, everyone will be lonely at times. Accept the fact that you are a unique individual that is important and people do want to interact with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEttRq49I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i2kfFbww5vI/s1600-h/g3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEttRq4-I/AAAAAAAAACE/fAnuKE3neCk/s1600-h/g4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEt9Rq4_I/AAAAAAAAACM/YR0pYXQNhs4/s1600-h/g5.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3304904279383181319?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3304904279383181319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=3304904279383181319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3304904279383181319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3304904279383181319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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/_a3n6finYA-s/RuqEtdRq47I/AAAAAAAAABs/VKLGTsivSiw/s72-c/g1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-5880238814531710434</id><published>2007-09-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:57:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC!</title><content type='html'>I survived. I don't believe it, but I'm still here and alive. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the outline of a three-day-two-night hell for innocent little critters who unfortunately joined the camp, missing out the big optional on the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE~ WELCOME TO HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Ubin by boat(what else?). Before departure, I murdered almost all the skin cells in Siyi's legs(deepest heartfelt apology?) with my obession of the planes that came on the basis of around 1 per 3 minutes. After arriving, we took a nice long little walk(note the sarcasm) to out beautiful little campsite. The scenery was utterly beautiful, just trees, trees, trees and you get the idea. Along the way, Siyi's bag strap broke and she had to carry it in front of her and I amused myself deeply by teasing her about all her boyfriends(about 50 I would think). Anyway, after a 25 min walk, we arrived at Camp Resislence(I think I spelt it wrongly, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the camp seemed a good idea. We got friendly introductions and everything and camp familarisation began, which basically was trudging around the whole campsite, trying to find that elusive little blue cross. We then had lunch. Man, the food there. They gave each group 3 whole big boxes of foooood, which was basically, the cheapest maggi mee and canned food they can find around. At first, it seemed great, Cindy, Qianyu and I cooked 2 packets and we had a nice little lunch. After lunch, all hell started. We had to pitch our own tents, and surprise surprise, we did not know how. With the help of a few very nice Nanyang girls(three cheers and long live!), the tent went up. But what got me really quite mad was 2 St Margaret's girls who were pitching the tent with us. After the process started for 5 mins, they went off to rest and immediately after the tent was up, they went in for shade... nevermind, the world is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the girls were supposed to have 9 tents and the boys 11, but the boys, being the wonderous smart people they are, took 12 and did not notice until the tent pitching period was almost up. So all the girls had to work together to pitch that 1 last tent in 10 minutes, and cheers! We did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group debrief was quite fun, our Dorovan sir was excellent at crapping, but the mass debreief was horrendousm where we were screamed at. We also learnt lots of cheers and songs for campfire, that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the tents to sleep and it was like an oven in there. SO HOT!!! At around 12, we finally were getting some quietness after the CIs finished their horrible singing(no tune and really loud), when Sherah was bitten. Shock, horror, surprise, we turned on the torches to find WAARGH ants!! They were all over the place and we had a great time carrying out the great ant annihilation campaign. After many campaigns, I tried to get sleep, but got bitten all over my right arm. A girl in our tent claimed that a bee went up her ear and she went off with a friend to see the CIs but they were already asleep, with pillows and blankets. Fortunately, the bee went out and the ants in our tent all suddenly migrated to Siyi's tent at around 3 in the morning and we got some sleep. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY TWO~HELL EXPEDITION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day began with Physical training, where I scrapped my knees doing the push ups and riuned my shirt doing crunches. Next, we had breakfast, biscuits for me, and we went off to do activities. Just a note, the water at Palau Ubin is HORRIBLE. Sir, being ever so kind, told us it is like swimming pool water, with too much chlorine. Eww eww eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first activity was ropes and stuff. We fired a MASSIVE human-controlled cannon which fires tennis balls, climbed a rock wall that is no less harder than the one in our school and did low rope elements, WHICH WAS FUN!! Low ropes was so fun. I love the part where you have to cross this rope-suspended plank brigde that is so shaky, and slide down on a swing. WHEE. Less enjoyable, bu still fun was the other one where I had to squeeze through a narrow rope tunnel. My slacks almost migrated... Embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second activity was Ubin familarisation. We spent a nice long three hours walking around Ubin. Grr, I, and the whole group swear that it is the work of th evil forces that every single house we passed by had a big sign COLD DRINKS SOLD HERE. Anyway, we saw a wild boar, a wild rooster and a wild hornbill. We started referring to bikes and cars as evil forces and four wheels respectively. The scenery at Ubin was really nice, especially at the wetlands. Ahh, I could stay there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third activity! KAYAKING!!! I loved kayaking!!!! It was soooooo fun and so really cool. I seem (using the words of Siyi) to have a natural talent for it. On land, I could not even control the oars, but once in water, WOOHOO! Too bad it was short and we had to carry the kayaks up the slope and help to wash them.Anyway, one of the mams found 2 boys slacking away and gave them a ten minute lecture on hoe they should be helping the others instead. Ahh, bless, and hope they are NOT SO LAZY AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had the campfire, and our campfire performance was well, disastrous. We did not rehearse at all, but well, it is over now. Lame joke from Cindy and Qianyu, they are acting as fisherwomen for our skit.&lt;br /&gt;Qianyu: If I am a fisherwoman that what is Cindy?&lt;br /&gt;Cindy: Fisherwoman’s friend!&lt;br /&gt;Lame, but entertaining when you are really really bored, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we slept in the canteen, away from ants. However, the canteen was full of dead wasps and beetles, and Siyi was killing the ants in her bag right smack in the middle of the canteen. But the canteen was cool and antless, and to my great surprise, I fell asleep the moment the light went out and woke up at exactly 5.15 am, the time agreed by Du, Sherah and me, without the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY THREE~ESCAPE FROM HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day! I had been singing “I’m not coming here anymore” since the previous day, and this is a great relieve. We are going to leave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had recreational training and it was quite fun, despite the fact that our group did not cheer much. Next, we unpitched the tents!! It was fun at first, tearing down the tents, but not so fun when we had to clean them. Our little group came up with a wondrous method that was really good and before we knew it, the camp was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us cheered as we passed through the gates out of hell, and we spent close to an hour walking back to the jetty, cheering and singing and the way. Siyi and I were really high and singing really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a relief when we got back to Singapore, as I said, I had never missed mainland Singapore so much. Mr Ganesh was so nice and gave us Pringles, which were devoured really quickly. We mobbed the store at the departure point and bought cold drinks, conquering the evil forces! We took photos with the St Margaret’s girls and we went back to school, and Siyi and I complained to each other how horrible the camp was all the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my group cheer:&lt;br /&gt;123,321!&lt;br /&gt;Brainstormers, brainstormers number 1!&lt;br /&gt;456,654!&lt;br /&gt;Brainstormers never lose before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short, sweet and it did the trick. My group name was Brainstormers, but I kept thinking Brainblockers would be better, we all had brainblock whenever we brainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am utterly sunburnt. I look like an Indonesian flag, red and white. My nose and forehead peeled but, thank goodness, I'm not as burnt as some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-5880238814531710434?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5880238814531710434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=5880238814531710434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/5880238814531710434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/5880238814531710434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/atc.html' title='ATC!'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-8414076613232961689</id><published>2007-09-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:05:45.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More random tests!</title><content type='html'>More, more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoustupidquiz/stupid-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 questions right!&lt;br /&gt;While acing this quiz doesn't prove you're a genius, you're at least pretty darn smart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoustupidquiz/"&gt;Are You Stupid?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first try, without knowing ANYTHING about America! I'm amazed!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Pluto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/pluto.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.&lt;br /&gt;Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this sad? I'm from the planet that's not a planet anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Investigative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/investigative.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are precise, scientific, and intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in understanding and solving math and science problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architect - Biologist - Chemist&lt;br /&gt;Dentist - Electrical Technician - Mathematician&lt;br /&gt;Medical Technician - Meteorologist - Pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;Physician - Surveyor - Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are enterprising careers, like lawyer or real estate agent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just when I had that daydream that I want to work at NASA when I grow up^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/dark-purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Purple Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I really like dark purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Tickle says my sense of humour is sarcasm. Accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh, no more good tests? Well, this post must end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-8414076613232961689?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8414076613232961689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=8414076613232961689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/8414076613232961689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/8414076613232961689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-random-tests.html' title='More random tests!'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-2476439406547004940</id><published>2007-09-04T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:44:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC tomorrow!!!</title><content type='html'>WARRRRRRGH!!!!!! WHY MUST TIME GO SOOOOO QUICKLY!!!! It's ATC tomorrow and I can't even tie a tentguy knot!!! Ok, some comfort, some people din't even know what a tentguy knot is. I just hope I don't DIE on Pulau Ubin!!! Sob sob sob sob. Anyway, my mother said that I SHOULD NOT GO INTO ANY DIRTY WATER (common sense, huh?) because my bro's godmother's daughter caught white lip, face and eyelash disease from there. Her eyelashs turned FULL WHITE, cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I found on Siyi's blog, and I loved it so much I decided to put it on mine too^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/bigred.swf" width="350" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/"&gt;Put The Big Red Button on your site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106229399060141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/Rtz4laCi1QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NryfVBoOKhQ/s400/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Here's a pic of how I spent most of yesterday. My mother and I went to XingNan Pri and we decorated this HUGE board. Good news, we were fast and efficient and I managed to get a Bio textbook. Bad news, the wrapping that we bought was too tiny and we had to go back to Jurong point to get another long, big roll, and man, IT WAS HEAVY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/Rtz5F6Ci1RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FjWID9lqpmI/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106229957405889810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/Rtz5F6Ci1RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FjWID9lqpmI/s400/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic that I took quite some time ago, the MRT station is so empty and quiet, and I just love this type of places... Ahh, beautiful^^&lt;/p&gt;Another test lifted from Siyi's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Your views on educationEducation is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really tragic... Is this me??&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real You&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I agree with Siyi, this tests are getting worse and worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better end it here, Lit reviews for RS waiting for me. Hmm, do neighbourhood students really think we're that bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-2476439406547004940?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2476439406547004940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=2476439406547004940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2476439406547004940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2476439406547004940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/atc-tomorrow.html' title='ATC tomorrow!!!'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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/_a3n6finYA-s/Rtz4laCi1QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NryfVBoOKhQ/s72-c/DSC00296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-2785086330633952281</id><published>2007-09-02T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:24:44.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My family and I went to watch Ratatouille yesterday, and it was about one of the very very best movies that I’ve watched. It’s really touching and has lots and lots of deep, deep meaning. I didn’t believe it, but I almost cried at some scenes, the movie’s that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am deeply inspired by Rémy. He’s just a rat, but he’s a rat with a big big dream and he will do anything to fulfill that dream, which includes running about from his dad and everything. It is definitely a movie not to be missed. Anyway, here’s my favourite quote from the whole movie. Warning, it’s long and it contains spoilers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talents — new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by Ego after tasting Rémy’s cooking. The scene in which he tries Rémy’s cooking is one of the best scenes that I have ever seen in any movie. Here's a very nice wallpaper of the movie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105517237647889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3n6finYA-s/Rtpw4KCi1MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iufRKJO-7PI/s400/ratatouille.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm ending it here, I do wish everyone can go watch Ratatouille!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-2785086330633952281?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2785086330633952281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=2785086330633952281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2785086330633952281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2785086330633952281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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/_a3n6finYA-s/Rtpw4KCi1MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iufRKJO-7PI/s72-c/ratatouille.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-5839725531406652198</id><published>2007-08-31T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:23:36.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random tests strike again!</title><content type='html'>MORE RANDOM TESTS!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAEAEA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/devils-food-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image.&lt;br /&gt;On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/vanilla.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is anything but "vanilla"&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker, who's up for anything new.&lt;br /&gt;You go well with anyone and fit into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with rocky road ice cream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Get Enough Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/sleep-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely don't get enough sleep, and it's turning you into a mental zombie!&lt;br /&gt;You need to get more sleep, starting tonight if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid caffeine, keep a regular bedtime, don't watch TV before bed, and sleep in complete darkness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/"&gt;Do You Get Enough Sleep?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/midnight.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aloof, mysterious, and distant.&lt;br /&gt;People feel like they really don't know the true you...&lt;br /&gt;Yet they're still drawn to you, almost by magnetic force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you don't even really feel like you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to put on a front than really think about your life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to seem pretentious, but it's just a mechanism you use to push people away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, as usual, none should be taken for real. Anyway, was revising for Lit test well into the night when the lyrics of Pale came into my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this night is too long,&lt;br /&gt;Have no strength to go on,&lt;br /&gt;No more pain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, really fits, doesn't it?^^ Waargh, this September holidays are not even holidays, so much work...... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-5839725531406652198?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5839725531406652198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=5839725531406652198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/5839725531406652198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/5839725531406652198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-tests-strike-again.html' title='Random tests strike again!'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-2172769301843589144</id><published>2007-08-28T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:06:42.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Moon Rising</title><content type='html'>THERE IS A LUNAR ECLIPSE TODAY!!!!!! AND I AM WATCHING IT RIGHT NOW!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;It's so cool! A fully red moon. I have seen a full red moon before and it was such a long time ago. Such a pity it is raining today are I cannot witness this spectacle myself, anyway, I'm watching it on Discovery Channel's website. Here's the link, it's great: http://www.discoverychannelasia.com/eclipse/index.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is PE tommorrow. I'M GONNA FAIL!!!!!! Sigh, I hope they don;t give some random weirdo topic... Anyway, I'm ending now. In response to the tag by passer by, I wish to say that blogs are places of free expression, and THEY DO NOT HAVE TO BE INTERESTING FOR EVERYONE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-2172769301843589144?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2172769301843589144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=2172769301843589144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2172769301843589144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2172769301843589144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-moon-rising_28.html' title='Red Moon Rising'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-1677180951187252149</id><published>2007-08-28T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:59:16.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random tests</title><content type='html'>Finally! I am updating my blog and as usual, not much content... Here are some random tests I did ^^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Japanese Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/japanese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange yet delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Snowflake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatchristmasornamentareyouquiz/snowflake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live for the winter - blizzards, cold nights, snowball fights! The holidays are just a bonus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatchristmasornamentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Christmas Ornament Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Spider-Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/spiderman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick and agile, you have killer instincts (literally).&lt;br /&gt;And that kind of makes up for the whole creepy spider thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superhero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Tuna Fish Sandwich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsandwichareyouquiz/sandwich-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't have a taste for you. You are highly unusual.&lt;br /&gt;And admit it, you've developed some pretty weird habits over the years.&lt;br /&gt;You may seem a bit unsavory from a distance, but anyone who gives you a chance is hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend: The Club Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mortal enemy: The Turkey Sandwich&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsandwichareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sandwich Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note, all these are random and should not be taken for real. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-1677180951187252149?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1677180951187252149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=1677180951187252149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/1677180951187252149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/1677180951187252149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-tests.html' title='Random tests'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-3394346821073690474</id><published>2007-08-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:28:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince of Egypt - Deliver Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJiCKDj6xjA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJiCKDj6xjA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completely fallen in love with the songs from The Prince of Egypt. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egyptian Guards&lt;br /&gt;Mud...Sand...Water...Straw...Faster&lt;br /&gt;Mud...And lift...Sand...And Pull&lt;br /&gt;Water...And raise up...Straw...Faster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves&lt;br /&gt;With the sting of the whip on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;With the salt of my sweat on my brow&lt;br /&gt;Elohim, God on high&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear your people cry:&lt;br /&gt;Help us now&lt;br /&gt;This dark hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Hear our call&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us &lt;br /&gt;Lord of all&lt;br /&gt;Remember us, here in this burning sand&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;There's a land you promised us&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us to the promised land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yocheved&lt;br /&gt;Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach&lt;br /&gt;(My good and tender son)&lt;br /&gt;Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be frightened and don't be scared)&lt;br /&gt;My son, I have nothing I can give&lt;br /&gt;But this chance that you may live&lt;br /&gt;I pray we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;If He will deliver us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Hear our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;From despair&lt;br /&gt;These years of slavery grow&lt;br /&gt;too cruel to stand&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;There's a land you promised us&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Out of bondage and&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us to the promised land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yocheved&lt;br /&gt;Hush now, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Be still, love, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Sleep as you're rocked by the stream&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and remember my last lullaby&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be with you when you dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River, o river&lt;br /&gt;Flow gently for me&lt;br /&gt;Such precious cargo you bear&lt;br /&gt;Do you know somewhere &lt;br /&gt;he can live free?&lt;br /&gt;River, deliver him there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Miriam&lt;br /&gt;Brother, you're safe now&lt;br /&gt;And safe may you stay&lt;br /&gt;For I have a prayer just for you:&lt;br /&gt;Grow, baby brother&lt;br /&gt;Come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Come and deliver us, too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3394346821073690474?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3394346821073690474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=3394346821073690474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3394346821073690474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3394346821073690474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/08/prince-of-egypt-deliver-us.html' title='The Prince of Egypt - Deliver Us'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-1681528987551259926</id><published>2007-08-10T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:55:03.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince of Egypt - The Plagues</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zWrikCtC060"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zWrikCtC060" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song from The Prince of Egypt. This one is darker. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus saith the Lord: &lt;br /&gt;Since you refuse to free my people &lt;br /&gt;All through the land of Egypt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send a pestilence and plague &lt;br /&gt;Into your house, into your bed &lt;br /&gt;Into your streams, into your streets &lt;br /&gt;Into your drink, into your bread &lt;br /&gt;Upon your cattle, on your sheep &lt;br /&gt;Upon your oxen in your field &lt;br /&gt;Into your dreams, into your sleep &lt;br /&gt;Until you break, until you yield &lt;br /&gt;I send the swarm, I send the horde &lt;br /&gt;Thus saith the Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;br /&gt;Once I called you brother &lt;br /&gt;Once I thought the chance &lt;br /&gt;to make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;Was all I ever wanted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I send the thunder from the sky &lt;br /&gt;I send the fire raining down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;br /&gt;And even now I wish that God &lt;br /&gt;had chose another &lt;br /&gt;Serving as your foe on his behalf &lt;br /&gt;Is the last thing that I wanted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I send a hail of burning ice &lt;br /&gt;On every field, on every town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;br /&gt;This was my home &lt;br /&gt;All this pain and devastation &lt;br /&gt;How it tortures me inside &lt;br /&gt;All the innocent who suffer &lt;br /&gt;From your stubbornness and pride... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I send the locusts on a wind &lt;br /&gt;Such as the world has never seen &lt;br /&gt;On every leaf, on every stalk &lt;br /&gt;Until there's nothing left of green &lt;br /&gt;I send my scourge, I send my sword &lt;br /&gt;Thus saith the Lord! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;br /&gt;You who I called brother &lt;br /&gt;Why must you call down another blow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I send my scourge, I send my sword &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;br /&gt;Let my people go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses and Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Thus saith the Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameses &lt;br /&gt;You who I called brother &lt;br /&gt;How could you have come to hate me so? &lt;br /&gt;Is this what you wanted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I send the swarm, I send the horde... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameses &lt;br /&gt;Then let my heart be hardened &lt;br /&gt;And never mind how high the cost may grow &lt;br /&gt;This will still be so: &lt;br /&gt;I will never let your people go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Thus saith the Lord: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses &lt;br /&gt;Thus saith the Lord: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameses &lt;br /&gt;I will not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses, Rameses, and Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Let your (my) people go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-1681528987551259926?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1681528987551259926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=1681528987551259926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/1681528987551259926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/1681528987551259926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/08/prince-of-egypt-plagues.html' title='The Prince of Egypt - The Plagues'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-3948034568799826414</id><published>2007-08-10T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:23:04.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince of Egypt - When You Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpK8WdCsYzk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpK8WdCsYzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really beautiful song. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many nights we've prayed &lt;br /&gt;with no proof anyone could hear &lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song &lt;br /&gt;We barely understood &lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid &lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear &lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains &lt;br /&gt;Long before we ever knew we could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles &lt;br /&gt;When you believe &lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill &lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles &lt;br /&gt;You can achieve &lt;br /&gt;When you believe &lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will &lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzipporah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear &lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proved in vain &lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed like the summer birds &lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away &lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm standing here &lt;br /&gt;With heart so full I can't explain &lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words &lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam and Tzipporah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles when you believe &lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill &lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles &lt;br /&gt;You can achieve &lt;br /&gt;When you believe &lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will &lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew Children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-ah &lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously) &lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-ah &lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously) &lt;br /&gt;Mi-cha-mo-cha ba-elim adonai &lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, oh Lord, among the celestial) &lt;br /&gt;Mi-ka-mo-cha ne-dar- ba-ko-desh &lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, majestic in holiness) &lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v'chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta &lt;br /&gt;(In Your love, You lead the people You redeemed) &lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta &lt;br /&gt;(In Your love, You lead the people You redeemed) &lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra... &lt;br /&gt;(I will sing, I will sing, I will sing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles &lt;br /&gt;When you believe &lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill &lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve &lt;br /&gt;When you believe &lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will &lt;br /&gt;Now you will &lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam and Tzipporah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3948034568799826414?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3948034568799826414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=3948034568799826414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3948034568799826414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3948034568799826414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/08/prince-of-eygpt-when-you-believe.html' title='The Prince of Egypt - When You Believe'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-8533264006218087805</id><published>2007-07-31T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:38:36.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Decoding ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/edox-FUYUAN.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Functional Unit Yearning for Ultimate Assassination and Nullification" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Cyborg Name&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-8533264006218087805?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8533264006218087805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=8533264006218087805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/8533264006218087805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/8533264006218087805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-name-decoding.html' title='My Name Decoding ^^'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-5094144276882232485</id><published>2007-07-30T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:31:26.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhCP40PpW0k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhCP40PpW0k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very nice song that I recently found the piano score to. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Out There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there if love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-5094144276882232485?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5094144276882232485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=5094144276882232485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/5094144276882232485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/5094144276882232485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/07/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere out there'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-511901158348706904</id><published>2007-07-28T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:58:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dead blog, revived</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for close to half a month, and now my poor blog is getting a revival from me. All the bitty details are here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. The movie was quite alright, with Snape the funniest. I stii can't get over the part where he mutters "I can vomit". The possession scene was lengthened quite well though THE KISS WAS WAY TOO LONG. I timed it. It was 25 seconds. EWW,EWW,EWW. Sirius' death was also rather short, though the Harry-going-mad-at-death part was too draggy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GOT DEATHLY HALLOWS!! The book is so cool, though now I feel extremely sad for Snape, someone who has been misunderstood and who had such a sad life. It feels that he is truly one of the greatest and bravest characters ever known. It is always some of those villians who end up with a greater place in the reader's heart than the heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STRESSED. And I thought Sec 1 was really really bad. All the work come chionging towards me like a full-forced train and there are so much stuff to do, an endless list of tiny details that threaten and is slowly squeezing my energy, zest and life out of me. There are so many things to do, to learn, to acomplise. Trig, Bio, everything. The NPCC room needs sorting out and tidying and rearranging. People, including me, need to order new unit shirts, sometimes I feel that the whole world is just about work and work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSING OUT. Ok, the Sec 4s did not stand in a line and all faint, but it was really a touching event. I didn't believe Ying Ching could cry but turns out she could. I really hope we would not let down the Sec 4s and we can bring the unit to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the lyrics to song that I'm currently mad about. It's called 真的 and it's really very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我努力的仰着脸孔&lt;br /&gt;试着眼泪不往下流&lt;br /&gt;别往下流&lt;br /&gt;不安的感觉到什么&lt;br /&gt;在我生活中不再相同&lt;br /&gt;很不相同&lt;br /&gt;想要说&lt;br /&gt;却还沉默&lt;br /&gt;伸出手&lt;br /&gt;无法触碰&lt;br /&gt;天空突然一片辽阔&lt;br /&gt;原来你是真的已经离开我&lt;br /&gt;在我不熟悉的世界过新的生活&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼让泪水滑落&lt;br /&gt;此刻你已真的永远离开我&lt;br /&gt;在另外一个没有我的世界&lt;br /&gt;自由的走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much more to say, seems like life is just a giant circle that goes round and round boringly, but here are the bumps that leave marks in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-511901158348706904?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/511901158348706904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=511901158348706904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/511901158348706904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/511901158348706904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-deadd-blog-revived.html' title='My dead blog, revived'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-1237342122316415594</id><published>2007-07-15T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:26:06.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to Siyi for editing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;My greatest gratitude to her on this.&lt;br /&gt;And her greatest gratitude to me on being her greatest best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-1237342122316415594?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1237342122316415594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488047144459500932.post-2677785381200780758</id><published>2007-07-10T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:42:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email</title><content type='html'>The email came&lt;br /&gt;In the bulk foler&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Another of those&lt;br /&gt;Irritating, disgusting&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of rubbish&lt;br /&gt;That those&lt;br /&gt;People with no goal in life&lt;br /&gt;Send out to others&lt;br /&gt;Hoping they can&lt;br /&gt;Maybe buy them&lt;br /&gt;But it was not&lt;br /&gt;But it was not&lt;br /&gt;It was not&lt;br /&gt;But it was just as disturbing&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more disturbing&lt;br /&gt;More disturbing&lt;br /&gt;much more disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to see it as&lt;br /&gt;An honour&lt;br /&gt;Something great&lt;br /&gt;Something good&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;Something that everyone dreams of&lt;br /&gt;People chase it&lt;br /&gt;they waqnt it&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I want it?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me&lt;br /&gt;Did they also&lt;br /&gt;Want it?&lt;br /&gt;It is hard,&lt;br /&gt;But as they say&lt;br /&gt;Rewarding?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I can&lt;br /&gt;Win it or maybe&lt;br /&gt;If I will lose it&lt;br /&gt;If the one&lt;br /&gt;That I think is sutable&lt;br /&gt;Wins, I think I will&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for her&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;But if the other one wins&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy for her&lt;br /&gt;But my heart will not be happy&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am better than her&lt;br /&gt;Much much better&lt;br /&gt;How can she&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like that&lt;br /&gt;She is&lt;br /&gt;She is&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;My good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked you to prepare&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to tell them&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Your hopes&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;What you wish to do&lt;br /&gt;To bring this thing to&lt;br /&gt;Greater herights&lt;br /&gt;Greater heights&lt;br /&gt;Can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can&lt;br /&gt;But can I really&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing but a&lt;br /&gt;Normal human being&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;Weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech clashes&lt;br /&gt;With other things&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;To convince&lt;br /&gt;T convince&lt;br /&gt;That I can&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to&lt;br /&gt;I am better than the others&lt;br /&gt;I am better&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Just go along with the flow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can&lt;br /&gt;Win a place for myself&lt;br /&gt;With my heart&lt;br /&gt;The true me&lt;br /&gt;Without hate&lt;br /&gt;Without fear&lt;br /&gt;Without&lt;br /&gt;Without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just go with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-2677785381200780758?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2677785381200780758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=2677785381200780758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2677785381200780758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/2677785381200780758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/07/email.html' title='Email'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-3283358542987915300</id><published>2007-07-08T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:42:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Woke up to an empty house this morning. Quiet morning became rather chaotic after parents and brother returned. Piano session was interrupted as my parents told me to coach brother in theory. I don’t mind, but he is very uncooperative. Nevermind. Managed to do my Maths, cheers! Still have quite a lot of work to chiong, sigh. Was typing History Pt draft when this thought came to my mind—we are supposed to pretend we lived through the war, so far so good. But how many of us today can actually survived in a war while exhibiting heroic behaviour? We grew up in such a comfortable environment, can we really survive if there is another war, let alone be a beacon to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the old poem I used for With Great Pleasure last year, another W.H.Auden one. I shall decide he is my favourite poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refugee Blues – W.H.Auden&lt;br /&gt;Say this city has ten million souls,&lt;br /&gt;Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once we had a country and we thought it fair,&lt;br /&gt;Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:&lt;br /&gt;We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,&lt;br /&gt;Every spring it blossoms anew:&lt;br /&gt;Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consul banged the table and said, "&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no passport you're officially dead":&lt;br /&gt;But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;&lt;br /&gt;Asked me politely to return next year:&lt;br /&gt;But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;&lt;br /&gt;"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":&lt;br /&gt;He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":&lt;br /&gt;O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,&lt;br /&gt;Saw a door opened and a cat let in:&lt;br /&gt;But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,&lt;br /&gt;Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:&lt;br /&gt;Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;&lt;br /&gt;They had no politicians and sang at their ease:&lt;br /&gt;They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand windows and a thousand doors:&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:&lt;br /&gt;Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad poem, but vividly describes the Jews’ thoughts during World War Two. The poem’s sad, I’m sadder now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-3283358542987915300?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3283358542987915300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=3283358542987915300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3283358542987915300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/3283358542987915300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/07/war-thoughts.html' title='War Thoughts'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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-488047144459500932.post-37489948968391241</id><published>2007-07-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:46:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first post! 07/07/07</title><content type='html'>I seriously do not believe it, but I have started a blog. Clap and cheer everyone! And I've started it on such a nice date, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing really to write but, let me describe my incredible journey with my seniors from HTA yesterday... After the quiz, the four of us set off to go, well, home. And as there are millions of NPCC cadets there, you know, common sense tells you that it is ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to get onto the bus... So, we decided to take a taxi to the nerest MRT station, nice and simple. Such a nice and simple decision turned out to lead to--a half and hour walk to the middle of nowhere! Simply incredible. Though it was rather fun (for me at least, I got horned by a car while we were walking on a road^^), we managed to find a main road and get a taxi. So no one died, end of story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely LOVE Funeral Blues, it is sooo nice. Can't get over chemistry! So cool. No more Maths Olympiad on Sats, cheer, people! Anyway, here's the nice poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Blues -- W.H. Auden&lt;br /&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,&lt;br /&gt;Silence the pianos and with muffled drum&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead&lt;br /&gt;Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,&lt;br /&gt;Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West.&lt;br /&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;br /&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice,huh? So expressive and sad. Should all watch the reciting of this poem during "Four Weddings and a Funeral". Still can't get over the comment that was supposed to be "Without the dead person, his life can't go on"... It became "Without the person dead, his life can't go on"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of stuff to write, shall end it here. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488047144459500932-37489948968391241?l=zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/feeds/37489948968391241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488047144459500932&amp;postID=37489948968391241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/37489948968391241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488047144459500932/posts/default/37489948968391241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zafiro-de-estrella.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-very-first-post-070707_07.html' title='My very first post! 07/07/07'/><author><name>Astarael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537190755291102292</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>
