<?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-3417429</id><updated>2011-10-16T04:59:16.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-=* Shiny *=-</title><subtitle type='html'>A beautiful shimmering pool lies here. Look into it? 
If yes, please turn to Page 2. If no, please press Alt-F4.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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>347</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-116706672069110263</id><published>2006-12-25T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T09:12:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swift Judgement(Note: Entirely fictional. No references to anyone dead or alive.)The old priest paused for a moment, and stepped back regretfully. Two young boys, altar servers, rushed forward to steady him. A chair had been placed behind the altar, in case the aging priest had no strength left to stand while giving his sermon. Peaceful, yet sad looks crossed the boys' faces. The priest had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/116706672069110263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/116706672069110263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116706672069110263' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-115636811619304209</id><published>2006-08-23T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:06:00.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark Nation(I know Dark Nation is also a dog. But what I am about to speak of is no canine matter.)A dark cloud would hang permanently over the city of Dharash. It would appear whenever its leader, Ethenn, was formulating dark thoughts in his mind. Actually, quite often when he wasn't, the dark cloud would not disappear either, but perhaps lift up a little or wiggle about the sides impatiently, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/115636811619304209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/115636811619304209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115636811619304209' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-115604577387603517</id><published>2006-08-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:49:33.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New World"I sure hope there's a MacDonalds around here. With some *real* American food."-- American tourist, 6' 2', approx. 220 lbs, when stranded in a foreign land.So, I'm here. Quite a pain to get here, I must say, with all the customs and all that. Not to mention that the taxi fare was damn killer. They charge like 0.23cents per 1/7 mile, which is about US$1.61 per mile, which is about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/115604577387603517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/115604577387603517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115604577387603517' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-115540476204898988</id><published>2006-08-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:42:03.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WhirlwindBefore I begin, I would like to state that this is NOT a sequel to my unfinished R3N saga. For those who would like to read it, contact me and I can email it to you.The blog looks like it has been wiped clean. YES. It has. Ok, actually, I just sent everything to the archives. I haven't posted for damn long, because I've been lazy, and from now on if I don't post for some time the old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/115540476204898988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/115540476204898988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115540476204898988' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114858306289571702</id><published>2006-05-25T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:42:52.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Less Important EventsThe Lionesian Chief of Armed Forces, after realizing that a spy had infiltrated the top -secret naval base, had ordered a stepping up of security at all military installations around the country. Despite the escalating tension between the nations, no one had expected that Tigreria had been actively deploying spies within Lionesia. Up to this point of time, the majority of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114858306289571702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114858306289571702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114858306289571702' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114849987017377767</id><published>2006-05-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:44:30.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The DiverThe sun beat down steadily on the open sea, stirring the surface almost to a boil, and Jarrod plunged his head into the cool green liquid in an attempt to seek reprieve from the heat. His black diving outfit did no service to him in this heat, and he regretted not having selected the silver one instead. Advanced school physics did teach some useful lessons in life once in a while, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114849987017377767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114849987017377767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114849987017377767' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114586192442633666</id><published>2006-04-23T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:30:13.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Control and RESTraintLittle droplets of rain dotted the window of Nadelyn's house. Looking despairingly at the greying sky, then longingly at her bedroom, Nadelyn contemplated not going to work that day and simply taking the day off. There was something very gloomy about leaving the house in the rain, even if it was only a drizzle, that put her off going to work a little. Oh bother, she thought, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114586192442633666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114586192442633666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114586192442633666' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114581096097648158</id><published>2006-04-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:57:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Defender of the NationPresident Delon looked at the fifty men assembled in the red-tarred courtyard before him. Dressed in brilliant red and white ceremonial dress, they stood tall and proud before the makeshift stage on which several very important men were assembled. Beside President Delon stood three men dressed in uniforms of slightly different colours, whitish blue, whitish green and whitish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114581096097648158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114581096097648158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114581096097648158' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114535327369884238</id><published>2006-04-18T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:45:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top of the World (as we know it)The Twin Peaks was completed on 31 August 2104, and it was inaugurally opened by King Costello on the 7th of September before a thunderous crowd. Standing at four hundred and fifty metres, this juggernaut of steel and concrete dwarfed all the other 'skyscrapers' in Muluru Plaka. Its design was elegant yet practical, two rectangular blocks which rose vertically into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114535327369884238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114535327369884238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114535327369884238' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114504335316409899</id><published>2006-04-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:59:53.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamalayi, 2104Following the success of the first Hamalayi Conference, a second one was proposed in January 2104, in the exact same location, at the summit of Mt. Hamalayi in Llamaland. The leaders of the ZU nations had been treated to lavish feasts in Llamaland and shown around the various tourist spots there for three days prior to the conference, and despite the mountainous terrain which made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114504335316409899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114504335316409899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114504335316409899' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114495859432785212</id><published>2006-04-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:05:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dionysion CouncilThe Dionysion conference room was housed on the 100th floor of the Seat of Design. Above this level were all the offices of the most important people in Dionysion, as well as the rooms containing all the secret documents and files. As such, the main lifts for the building ran up to only the 100th floor, and if one should wish to proceed higher, he would have to clear a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114495859432785212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114495859432785212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114495859432785212' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114434959980976830</id><published>2006-04-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:03:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of the LineAs he had promised, Delon picked Nadelyn up from the jetty at about five in the afternoon. He arrived in a black Benx Concepcion, a sleek sports car with an obsidian sheen. Though it had a retractable roof, Delon kept it covered all the time for protection, as the frame and windows were made of material bullet-proof to 13mm calibre. It was the latest in Dionysion technology, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114434959980976830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114434959980976830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114434959980976830' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114409592696956639</id><published>2006-04-03T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:56:55.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bridge over Prosperous WatersThe Cafe de Corazones was housed in a whitewashed building near the Port de Gazellia. Its lightly pink-tinted windows gave way to a breathtaking view of the Gazellan Sea, the water body that lay east of Gazelland and west of the islands of Sunrysia. The port was filled with large sea-going vessels, and the non-stop entry of ships and boats of various sizes was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114409592696956639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114409592696956639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114409592696956639' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114382112480883318</id><published>2006-03-31T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:05:24.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Rise of ApollyonFollowing the acquisition of Apollyon by Tigara Nasional, the largest government-linked investment corporation in Tigreria, many significant improvements in design occured in the Tigrerian cities and even the smaller villages. Currently, Apollyon was 34.5% owned by the Tigrerian government, as much of the funds used to purchase their shares from LionCorp was drawn from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114382112480883318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114382112480883318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114382112480883318' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114360637570223580</id><published>2006-03-28T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:30:20.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acquisition1 Feb 2101The Tyranian TimesTigreria acquires Apollyon in a massive Z 10 billion takeover bid.Tigara Nasional, Tigreria's top investment corporation, concluded a Z 10b takeover bid for Apollyon Designing Pte Ltd from LionCorp on 31 Jan 2101. Tigara Nasional has since acquired a 53.2 percent stake of the shares on issue.Tigara Nasional CEO Daevid Blayne announced yesterday that their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114360637570223580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114360637570223580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114360637570223580' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114345046627308255</id><published>2006-03-26T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:07:53.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turn of the CenturyThe turn of the century brought about its fair share of changes. As all significant milestones on the calendar are, the transition from the 21st to the 22nd century also saw many events that would leave its mark in history. Lionesia held the first ever 'Welcoming a New Century of Design' party at the Plaza of the Sun, one of the grandest venues in the island, so named because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114345046627308255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114345046627308255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114345046627308255' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114337394627361178</id><published>2006-03-26T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:52:26.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brothers of DesignDionysus, the ancient Greek God of wine and drama, patron deity of the theatre, was generally regarded to be a symbol of emotion and change. Apollo, the ancient Greek God of music and poetry, was generally regarded to be a symbol of harmony, order and reason. They were brothers in Greek History, and now, Dionysion and Apollyon stood as brothers of design in the centrestage of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114337394627361178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114337394627361178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114337394627361178' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114335522471140276</id><published>2006-03-25T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:40:24.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unearthing MemoriesNadelyn stared at the blank piece of paper before her, unable to put her brush to paper. Thoughts swirled in her mind like chocolate in a blender, thickly, viscously, yet unrelentingly. She had not felt like that in a long time. Every time she sat down, an inspired thought would at once jump to her mind, and her brush would imprint her memory onto paper, but today she was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114335522471140276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114335522471140276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114335522471140276' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114330145555402395</id><published>2006-03-25T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T07:44:15.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final StepsThe front foyer of the IPE was deathly silent. Where three hours ago, it had been occupied by a throng of happy seniors, donning square-shaped graduation hats coloured either red, white or blue, depending on the course, now it was so quiet one could hear a pin fall. Signs of celebration were littered throughout the floor -- pieces of confetti, crushed paper cups, blobs of mayonnaise or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114330145555402395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114330145555402395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114330145555402395' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114323161051657151</id><published>2006-03-24T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:23:27.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little late in coming, but nonetheless I decided that this would improve the visualization of the beautiful place that is the IPE.IPE MapNote: Some browsers like to scale the pictures, like mine, so please enlarge it and view it in full size.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114323161051657151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114323161051657151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114323161051657151' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114321648405826860</id><published>2006-03-24T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:08:04.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eye of the StormIt was calm, windless, serene. Yet storms raged in every part of Delon's mind as he sat at the wooden table outside the electronic design studio. He was the only one there today. All the others had gone back to their rooms to study.Yet, he was not really alone. Beside him was his imaginary muse, the entity that he drew all his inspiration from. His muse was a man, a woman, a child</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114321648405826860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114321648405826860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114321648405826860' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114316922339977952</id><published>2006-03-23T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:00:23.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Silver Rose(Pre-story note: For those who have been following the history, you will realize that this is the fifth of seven thematic chapters, so the story is finally progressing. And I would like to stress that I write to entertain, not to show off my literary skills or my scientific expertise, of which I have none of either. So pardon my Jack Neo-classicism.)The sky had turned a brilliant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114316922339977952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114316922339977952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114316922339977952' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114313836191468889</id><published>2006-03-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:36:05.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colours of the WorldThe fourth year at the IPE brought the seniors both joys and difficulties. Joy mainly because the end of the gruelling four-year course was finally in sight, and now the pace of the lessons stepped down a notch to allow for more independent study and research, so the seniors had more time out of classes. But this time was not for fun and games, unfortunately, as the pressure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114313836191468889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114313836191468889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114313836191468889' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114295661745450651</id><published>2006-03-21T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:36:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Design FairThe Annual Design Fair was one of the biggest events in the IPE. The other faculties had their own events too, Art with its various exhibitions, Science its Scientific Research and Technology Forum, Business the Annual Business Confederation(ABC) meeting,  Social Sciences its Human Interaction Seminar and Model United Nations Conference, and Computing and Applied Sciences its Annual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114295661745450651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114295661745450651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114295661745450651' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114287155357115854</id><published>2006-03-20T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:19:14.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WildfireThere were three white stone tables in the IPE compound. The normal tables in the classrooms were made of either green or light brown plastic, and did not do much to contribute to the aesthetics of the learning environment. There were also many 'community tables' scattered around the grounds, mainly in the central garden, around the academic blocks in the west side of the compound, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114287155357115854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114287155357115854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114287155357115854' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114278712915825376</id><published>2006-03-19T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T08:52:09.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Covenant by the SeaOn the top floor of the science faculty building was a large opening in the ceiling known as a moonshaft, able to be opened and closed with the press of a button. It would normally be open, unless there was heavy rain or a hailstorm, and a whole horde of Astronomy and Physics students would be clamouring to use the large 360x telescope to view the celestial bodies. But tonight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114278712915825376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114278712915825376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114278712915825376' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114269655352114490</id><published>2006-03-18T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:42:33.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just chanced upon this really powerful website called Baby Names World. It has a forum where people discuss interesting and unique names for their children (that's where u get all sorts of funny people naming their kids Moon Unit and Adolfina). But the reason why I chanced upon it was because I was searching for the name Nadelyn on altavista to see how common it was. Clearly it is rare. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114269655352114490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114269655352114490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114269655352114490' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114268339593130911</id><published>2006-03-18T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:03:15.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So RightThis quiz is damn accurate man. You scored as Engineering. You should be an Engineering major!Engineering100%English92%Theater83%Philosophy83%Journalism83%Art83%Sociology75%Psychology75%Mathematics75%Chemistry67%Anthropology58%Dance50%Linguistics33%Biology17%What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114268339593130911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114268339593130911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114268339593130911' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114262503682027726</id><published>2006-03-17T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:54:37.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Year Project(Note before I begin: This story is purely fictional, if you haven't realized already. Though I try to be scientifically accurate and not defy the basic laws of physics, you must pardon me if I make glaring scientific and logical errors, especially in my description of how each designer product is made or functions. Feel free to point them out to me though.)---------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114262503682027726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114262503682027726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114262503682027726' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114252538111590897</id><published>2006-03-16T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:06:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sun, The Sea, and a Precious Pearl RevisitedIt was a lesson all students had to attend. '24 March 1965, a day to remember' hung on banners all over the wall. As the students streamed into the Emilia Hall, where huge posters of bearded men and ancient-looking women stared down upon them. The Hall now did not look like anything it had ever looked like before. The chairs were totally rearranged </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114252538111590897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114252538111590897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114252538111590897' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114250765013513905</id><published>2006-03-16T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:14:10.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sketchbook(Pre-Story Note: The more I write, the more I realized that I am feeling the characters. I no longer have to think of each individual line, feeling or thought, but rather it is as if the characters are set out on a table before me and I am watching them and monitoring every thought and action. It is such an amazing feeling.)He sat on the bed and flipped to the first page.It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114250765013513905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114250765013513905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114250765013513905' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114243303236346892</id><published>2006-03-15T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:06:04.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johari and NohariNo. This is not part of a story.Its something that one of my friends did so maybe it would be interesting to do it also.Johari's WindowNohari's WindowAnd yeah if you enjoy these self-revelation stuff go ahead and do one as well. Tell me and I will support you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114243303236346892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114243303236346892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114243303236346892' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114242406018698944</id><published>2006-03-15T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T04:01:00.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was asked: Why do you prefer to write fiction over non-fiction? Isn't non-fiction easier to write, because you already have the facts to work on? Now that I think about it, I realize that my favourite style of writing is non-fiction about a fictional environment, such as perhaps a documentary on a fictional occurence, or maybe even a historical account of a imaginary nation in its growth, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114242406018698944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114242406018698944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114242406018698944' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114235663131811410</id><published>2006-03-14T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:17:11.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I begin, I think that the diary entries are killing the story quite badly, as it is a sharp deviation from the descriptive prose I'm so used to writing. So I'll cut it out from now on. (unless there are objections)So..The Girl and Her BeautyIt was with great anticipation that Delon stepped onto the front foyer of the IPE, 26 Jan 2096, for the start of his second year at IPE. The stoic bust</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114235663131811410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114235663131811410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114235663131811410' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114231688147096422</id><published>2006-03-13T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:14:41.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Delon and Costello: Design LessonDesign proved to be as difficult as it was interesting. At the present, designing encompassed a lot more than what was expected of it in the past. No longer was designing simply concerned with aesthetics and beauty, but rather the entire product had to be perfect, just like a piece of artwork, where one flaw could bring down the whole picture. Designing was more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114231688147096422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114231688147096422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114231688147096422' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114217929657244736</id><published>2006-03-12T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T03:18:38.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Chapter of My Life has BegunAn old chapter is over. Officially, my last day as a full-time NSman was today. Well, its been a long 2 years 2 months.Didn't achieve much.As I think I mentioned before, time stops still when you're in camp.But its finally over.And I got a whole pile of army trash in my house now. Got to find time to put it away.Only good thing is the friends I made from going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114217929657244736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114217929657244736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217929657244736' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114192882143366200</id><published>2006-03-09T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:27:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Delon and Costello: The First StepIt was with great anticipation that Delon and Costello took their first steps towards their future as rulers of their respective nations. The 120-year old building (the IPE first opened its doors to students in 1975) was by tradition the final obstacle for all  bright and talented students to taking high-ranking leadership posts in various ministries, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114192882143366200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114192882143366200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114192882143366200' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114182020977766002</id><published>2006-03-08T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T04:16:49.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prince CostelloTigreria, unlike Lionesia, was ruled by a constitutional monarchy, whereby a council of ministers would serve to advise the king, who would make the final decisions with the state. To balance the power, the king had to have a majority of his ministers agree with any major decision he made before it would be passed. However, the king also had the balancing seat. Should the council </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114182020977766002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114182020977766002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182020977766002' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114174516126928479</id><published>2006-03-07T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:26:01.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Efficiency Theory: Sleep vs Work vs PlayOk. On regular days I would not have written this, as a non-fiction piece would interrupt my flow of fictional posts for the past few weeks, but after reading an article in The Sunday Times today, I felt that I had to say something about it.The article is about a trend that has been present for a long time: that of children overworking themselves by taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114174516126928479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114174516126928479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174516126928479' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114155057045058419</id><published>2006-03-05T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:22:53.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Designer’s NephewLionesia was ruled by a democratic government which elected a president once every five years. From its onset, the presidents were mainly former or current bosses of one of the major heavy industries on the island, and thus had an industrialist mindset to ruling the country. They mostly believed that industry and electronics were Lionesia’s forte, being amply gifted with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114155057045058419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114155057045058419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114155057045058419' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114149254744974061</id><published>2006-03-04T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:15:47.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sun, The Sea, and a Precious Pearl : The History of Lionesia and TigreriaOne island was shaped like a lion's head, a second like a gazelle's neck, and the third like a tiger's paw. Menangeria was the collective name of the three islands, or so it was called before the Great Divide. In actuality, the three islands were not really islands, but rather part of a larger land mass but simply </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114149254744974061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114149254744974061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114149254744974061' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-114113805090934013</id><published>2006-02-28T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:47:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having DesignsSteve Kostas added a finishing touch to his design, and pressed the 'Send' button. Within 2 weeks he knew it would be manufactured and sent to the frontline. Wiping away beads of sweat from his brow, he turned to look at his watch and sighed. "2.37 am", it read in fancy color-changing numerals, and around the watch-face were various icons representing various aspects of his health </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114113805090934013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/114113805090934013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113805090934013' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-113984772427203061</id><published>2006-02-13T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:22:04.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 5: Shadow of a DoubtThe wee hours of night were crawling with thieves, as usual, Shawn mused as he walked down an alley in the west sector of Trueford. True enough, he saw a man ripe for the picking, one slightly balding man in a three-piece suit that looked slightly ruffled. His fat paunch revealed months of having eaten too much. Upon closer look, Shawn saw light red marks around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/113984772427203061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/113984772427203061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113984772427203061' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-113967625686681442</id><published>2006-02-11T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:12:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 3: The MinistryShawn approached the only blue and red building that stood in the City Centre, the Ministry of Superheroes. This 36 year old building was shaped like a lightning bolt, a tribute to the many superheroes who died during the blitzkrieg, or lightning war, 40 years ago. A war then, the fabled Clash of the Heroes II was a face off between the heroes of the west and the villains </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/113967625686681442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/113967625686681442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113967625686681442' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-112841276520040671</id><published>2005-10-04T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:59:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;&gt;SV&lt;/&gt;(SV is a new idea for a story which I recently conceptualized. Note that all characters are fictional and any references to real life individuals is a mere coincidence. Enjoy.)&lt;&gt;Chapter 1: Young Heroes&lt;/&gt;    “Go forth, the safety of the world is in your hands.”  &lt;&gt;As the dean completed his speech, the hundred or so graduates leapt in joy and threw their capes into the air. Much hugging and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/112841276520040671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/112841276520040671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112841276520040671' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-112038803888203684</id><published>2005-07-03T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:53:58.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReiterationSometimes.. I just wish that I had someone to confide to. Especially for all those wierd ideas that I get about new ideas for board games and stories and systems and such. But Singapore doesnt have a market for different things I guess.Maybe this time next year.. I would find again someone I had lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/112038803888203684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/112038803888203684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038803888203684' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-112038770367361597</id><published>2005-07-03T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:48:24.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total WarHe wiped sweat from his face as he watched down the narrow path that led up this treacherous hill. Rifle at his shoulder, he lay proned on the ground, muttering curses at his officer for deploying him at such a dangerous location. He looked down at his rifle, shuddering at the thought that this time it was filled with live rounds, not just blanks. The dull metal tips of the rounds did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/112038770367361597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/112038770367361597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038770367361597' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-111972649938910835</id><published>2005-06-25T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:08:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeadlyRecently, ever since Boon Han came back from Canada, things have been a little more interesting. First thing was he brought back a whole load of card and board games which you will never find in Singapore (because its such a mundane place). And its those really interesting stuff which will keep you thinking about it even after you play, because its not just some mindless dice rolling shit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/111972649938910835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/111972649938910835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111972649938910835' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-111607623953302341</id><published>2005-05-14T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:10:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying TimesJust finished a massive creation project today. Took me only from 10pm last night to 2am last night, and 10am today to 6pm today to finish it. A good 10 hours work. And I'm quite proud of it, although it would be better if I could get a nice background design for the cards.Been doing nothing for the past like 5 months. Every week I just waste my time away playing stupid games like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/111607623953302341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/111607623953302341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111607623953302341' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-110996086618454683</id><published>2005-03-04T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:27:46.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CoincidenceWhile on the MRT I saw a Lee Heng Jewellers, which made me chuckle because my driver's name is Tan Lee Heng. When translated into chinese thats chen lixin, which happens to be the name of one of the specialists in my company also.I think there are quite a lot of coincidences around. Like how I was just about to go into the office to do some work, and suddenly my PS would appear and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110996086618454683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110996086618454683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110996086618454683' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-110779046484554684</id><published>2005-02-07T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T07:34:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MissAll the people that I used to know and I don't know any more. And its all my doing. Wish I could meet up with some of them again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110779046484554684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110779046484554684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779046484554684' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-110587512809316865</id><published>2005-01-16T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T03:32:08.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Enlistment AnniversaryI celebrated (well, sort of) my first anniversary of enlistment on Thursday. Now, I tell you, that's one anniversary worth celebrating, because it sorta marks one step closer to the ultimate goal of ORD. Didn't really celebrate it much, just went for night's off and ate some stuff. I guess most people have celebrated their enlistment anniversaries by now. Well, Happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110587512809316865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110587512809316865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110587512809316865' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-110516740394763649</id><published>2005-01-07T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:56:43.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SerenityThere are times when I feel I am more embroiled in others' lives than my own. For the past 2 months, I have been leading a relatively senang NS life. Now that I'm a vehicle commander, the main bulk of my work is in doing maintenance for the vehicle. Meanwhile, the other half of the specialists, the section commanders, have been slogging their butts off training the men, and then every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110516740394763649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110516740394763649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516740394763649' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-110040580854720667</id><published>2004-11-13T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:16:48.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpecialismLife has changed. For the past 2 weeks, I've been a specialist at the new camp in kranji. Its a camp with a really great welcome. The moment you enter the gate you see SAF Court Martial Center on your right, really comforting sight there. Anyway, we sorta entered this new camp in style, running 13.5 km from our old camp to get there, then having this really big welcome celebration </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110040580854720667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/110040580854720667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110040580854720667' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-109524572367497888</id><published>2004-09-15T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T03:55:23.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fly AwayIts time to go for a little journey. Hukou camp is the destination, and the itenary is 3 weeks of crazy training. Hope I survive this journey.. 3 weeks isnt long, but its long enough to feel a bit of pain, especially since the last week has been so great. Guess the calm before the storm is over.. goodbye singapore for a while..And hopefully I'll be able to buy lots of stuff back for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109524572367497888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109524572367497888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524572367497888' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-109307615015287358</id><published>2004-08-21T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T01:15:50.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physical PainI experienced a lot of pain this week. First was Wednesday, SOC trial test. We were told by our instructors that if we passed a rather impossible timing of 9.30, we didn't have to run on Friday. Anyway, I was feeling very sick and had a terrible flu but I still decided to go and run. At the start point, the start point sergeant was looking very cheeky and asked us if we would like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109307615015287358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109307615015287358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109307615015287358' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-109205673422034809</id><published>2004-08-09T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T06:07:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shards of SadnessThis was such a long weekend.. so good..I really miss the old times..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109205673422034809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109205673422034809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205673422034809' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-109145252190108445</id><published>2004-08-02T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T06:15:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With A Little Power comes Great ResponsibilityAh. Finally, a really different week has passed. This week was no ordinary week. Instead of standing by and simply obeying orders and behaving like a mindless zombie, I was LSM this week, which means that I am basically in charge of the whole course. Instead of taking orders, I give them instead, and I seem to have the power to get anybody to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109145252190108445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109145252190108445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145252190108445' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-109006706082519953</id><published>2004-07-17T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T05:24:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimate Suayness  I am the most suay person in this world. Damn it. I just kena-ed 3 extra for something that was totally not my fault.. but there's nothing that I can do about it. And what's more, the guy who got me into this trouble is a nice guy, so I can't kaobeh him.  And I booked out bloody late again. This sucks. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109006706082519953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/109006706082519953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109006706082519953' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-108764924508810175</id><published>2004-06-19T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T05:47:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New StartBut not a very nice one.I am posted to be an Armour Infantry Section Leader. That means, I'm going to be the commander of an infantry section that sits at the back of a tank. My camp is in Sungei Gedong, which is not part of Singapore, so don't try to find me. Anyway, apparently we are an extra bunch of people. Why do I say that? Because actually only 1 company of people are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108764924508810175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108764924508810175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108764924508810175' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-108528930903509984</id><published>2004-05-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T22:15:09.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AppreciationI just realized something that I thought was very obvious. People become really happy only when they are appreciated. You see, actually, everybody exists to please others. When you do a job, you do it in particular to gain satisfaction, and that's why we perform services for others. And it feels best when you are really appreciated when you do that, that's why service staff feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108528930903509984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108528930903509984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108528930903509984' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-108227832737338347</id><published>2004-04-18T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T01:55:02.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw ThisI changed all the names back. NS is not a nice thing. I realized that I do not wish to associate my friends with them. Just makes them more distant.Sispec sucks. I want out. Maybe the beginning of BMT syndrome is affecting me again. I miss people, the people who used to make my life so interesting. Damn it.I can only look forward to bookout now. And even so, next week's bookout is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108227832737338347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108227832737338347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108227832737338347' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-108108846520704217</id><published>2004-04-04T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T07:23:46.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the Earth RotatesTime goes by.Just managed to find the class blog, and as a result I decided to link it to here. Then, I noticed all my old links. And I realized some things were a bit wrong. For one, Bryan Woon and Brendan Ng are no longer canoeists. They are NSFs now. And so are all the other people. So I did a little updating. Ok so we 3SGs are not yet 3SGs but its likely that we will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108108846520704217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108108846520704217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108846520704217' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-108092509604118526</id><published>2004-04-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:00:54.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With Pride We Lea(r)dSo. I'm going to become an Infantry Learder. Was a bit stunned when I saw the posting. I always thought I would probably end up there but when I really saw it, it was a totally different thing. It felt wierd. It felt damn wierd that I was going to have to go back to army again, to tekong again, to train as a spec. And to top it off, a hell lot of people also ended up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108092509604118526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108092509604118526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092509604118526' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-108057542208015344</id><published>2004-03-29T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T07:52:57.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything ChangesAnd its all over. Ya. BMT is over. My time in Pegasus as a peggy is quite done. And quite well done at that. Fortunately I can walk out of tekong with my head held high saying that I managed to survive everything and pass all the crap tests that they threw at me. And so, I guess its time for the afterword.Firstly, to all those who pissed me off during my stay at tekong, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108057542208015344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/108057542208015344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057542208015344' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107975214589148049</id><published>2004-03-19T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:11:31.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wadeva will Be will BeAll the things that had to happen really did happen this week. Finally. Three months of BMT is about to come to an end. It feels a bit like the first three months of JC, when there were OGs that survived and OGs that broke apart. Within our little platoon itself there were many OGs, and of course some will break apart after three months and some will stay. People leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107975214589148049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107975214589148049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975214589148049' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107925091829138014</id><published>2004-03-13T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:57:37.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Special MovesMy time in Tekong may be just about to come to an end. Had a lot of piu piu stuff this week. Not bad. Quite slack and quite fun, especially the grenade throwing. Considering its the only time I will ever get to throw a real grenade, the sound is actually quite cool. And so was the shockwave. Hm.Its cold at night in Tekong. And I don't sleep with a blanket, so I just get colder. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107925091829138014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107925091829138014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107925091829138014' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107864091955427429</id><published>2004-03-06T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:30:52.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More about facesHm. I think the last post must have been a bit controversial. I shall elaborate a little bit. Why is a person's face so important? Because, what I feel is that if a person has a xia lan attitude and pisses people off with the things he or she does, it is still possible to ignore that person by simply shutting that person from your attention. In other words, you pretend the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107864091955427429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107864091955427429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864091955427429' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107850099597215903</id><published>2004-03-05T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T07:38:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Doned-nessI'm feeling a bit well done now. Definitely not as well done as people like Ding or Lam Yan B. Choi, but quite well done. That is because A Level results just came out today, as everyone knows, and that marks the end of my JC life. FOREVER. Hahaha. Bye Bye RJC. Welcome to the next section of my life, which is NS. I will not spend this blogging session talking about NS, which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107850099597215903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107850099597215903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850099597215903' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107798269979178838</id><published>2004-02-28T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T07:40:24.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Nonsense and some Special EventsYay I'm out again. Out on Friday some more. But then we had to visit OCS today. Maybe it will be my future home. Most probably it will not. Because I don't think enough people know me to give me good peer appraisal. Oh well. Anyway, the most tragic part about this book out is the booking back in. Because thanks to failing chinups for some stupid stupid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107798269979178838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107798269979178838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798269979178838' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107744113189686350</id><published>2004-02-22T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T01:15:07.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Artillery and Remedial TrainingOne of the things they teach you in field camp is how to avoid artillery. Apparently, artillery refers to these big guns that shoot mortar shells out that destroy huge areas of land, and whenever each shell lands it explodes into a lot of fragments which kill people and destroy things. So supposedly, whenever you hear artillery bombardment, you must immediately</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107744113189686350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107744113189686350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107744113189686350' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107682317821238868</id><published>2004-02-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:40:35.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling More SoldierishI don't think anybody bothers reading this anymore, so I don't know why I still bother posting. Well.. last 7 days were spent in field camp, and all I can say is: Thank God it didn't rain.Life outfield is quite senang actually, and you really get to see the true colours of all the people around you. You get to see who will start swearing at each other when put under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107682317821238868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107682317821238868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682317821238868' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107570411754601427</id><published>2004-02-01T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:43:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Things to ComeMy next weekend will be burnt. That means that while you people are happily enjoying your weekend in Singapore, I'll be crawling around in some mud in some area that could very well have been part of Malaysia. Yup. Its field camp time, starting on the 7th. I guess the only consolation is that I'll be out on the 13th and therefore get to spend 14th with whoever is well done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107570411754601427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107570411754601427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570411754601427' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107569468067299722</id><published>2004-02-01T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:28:48.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AhhYesterday was a good day.Today Isn't.Tomorrow will be worse. Oh actually it will be better. It will be great. I'll be back in tekong again. Yeah. I'm so motivated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107569468067299722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107569468067299722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569468067299722' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107483841391459825</id><published>2004-01-22T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:15:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Third DaySecond day of Chinese New Year, third day of bookout. I think from now on I think of the date in terms of in camp and bookout time. So its two more days of bookout time and then 1 week of in camp, then 1 or 2 days of bookout and more in camp... Well.. I'm pretty happy to be out here, so..Speaking about time and dates, the SAF uses the 24 hour clock system and the 6 digit date system.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107483841391459825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107483841391459825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483841391459825' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107467921975674255</id><published>2004-01-21T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T02:01:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First WeekScrewed up. I'm in P company. Ask JCHBH about the meaning of P and he'll tell u that its screwed up. Anyway, my company is quite xiong. And my OC (officer commanding) is a king. He was found in our platoon toilet and someone diam-ed the entire toilet to greet him. I was happily bathing at that time, at night on the 3rd day, when I heard someone shouting 'toilet diam'. So I diam-ed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107467921975674255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107467921975674255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467921975674255' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107391624868278383</id><published>2004-01-12T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T06:05:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last PostThis will be my last post for some time. As everyone knows, sooner or later each man has to do his duty to the country, and that's the start of many things to come. Since it is my last post for some time, there will be no structure unlike normal posts. No hidden meanings, no secret codes, no anagrams. Plain and straightforward. So Here goes.Today, I spent 2 hours of my last day on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107391624868278383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107391624868278383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107391624868278383' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107366389277702475</id><published>2004-01-09T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T08:29:13.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Game ShowI looked at the other men that stood beside me. All seemed to be able-bodied young men, probably fired up with testosterone and all ready for the challenge. The atmosphere was tense, nearly unbearable. As I glanced through the other contestants, they all seemed to be glaring at me, wishing they could shoot daggers with their eyes. No man was a friend, each one a rival. I steadied my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107366389277702475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107366389277702475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366389277702475' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107323813609705939</id><published>2004-01-04T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T09:43:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Trafford, New TraffordPlayed my first game of mid-season, and as the whole world might have expected, I got thrashed like siao. 4-0 was the final scoreline, and I had like 16% possession. That's why I would consider midfield to be the most important section of a team. Anyway, speaking of that damn top guy, he's going for $154000.. oh well, at least i'm cutting the losses. To elaborate on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107323813609705939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107323813609705939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323813609705939' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107300911011353271</id><published>2004-01-01T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T18:06:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Real Madrid, Fake MadridThis holidays have seen me get more attuned to soccer. Perhaps its the influence of JCHBH, but then again I think I initiated a move in the past called GTKMS (Get to know more soccer), because of my delusion that soccer will become one of the more popular topics for conversation at Tekong. Anyway, right now, a certain team that I support are fluctuating up and down and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107300911011353271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107300911011353271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107300911011353271' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107261000244279182</id><published>2003-12-28T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T03:14:51.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Desperate PeopleOr people who just want to get a laugh. Try this --&gt; Get Tiffany &lt;--Its quite funny.. but make sure u choose an apropriate name. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107261000244279182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107261000244279182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107261000244279182' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107223467416210818</id><published>2003-12-23T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T18:58:52.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Shininess"I want to be more shiny." - Irene Ang, aka Rosie, on A Christmas wish preview</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107223467416210818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107223467416210818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223467416210818' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107209934553044132</id><published>2003-12-22T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T05:23:22.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok that workedHmm.. how irritating is it to realize you've lost a few sheets of class contact numbers with the addresses on it when you feel like sending Christmas Cards to people. And I must say there are people who I do not have the addresses of at all. In fact, I think if I send now, the post office will never get it there on time. Well.. guess I'll have to rely on e-cards then. They're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107209934553044132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107209934553044132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107209934553044132' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107209923121707339</id><published>2003-12-22T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T05:21:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TestingGatsby Gatsby Gatsby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107209923121707339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107209923121707339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107209923121707339' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107175841141075414</id><published>2003-12-18T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T06:41:04.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark Khaki, Eh?you are darkkhaki#BDB76BYour dominant hues are red and green, so you're definately not afraid to get in and stir things up. You have no time for most people's concerns, you'd rather analyze with your head than be held back by some random "gut feeling".Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107175841141075414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107175841141075414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107175841141075414' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107175763364608694</id><published>2003-12-18T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T06:28:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prison CellsI must commend SGH on their security. Trying to get in is as hard as breaking into a prison. They must think visitors are here to grab patients and escape.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107175763364608694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107175763364608694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107175763364608694' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107119962638201876</id><published>2003-12-11T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:27:53.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9999 is a sickening number. Especially when it refers to 99%. My computer has a nasty habit of running an installation program damn fast to 99%, then it will hang there. Happened for 3 old games that I tried to reinstall. Hm.. guess I'm consigned to play new games then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107119962638201876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107119962638201876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119962638201876' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107095153359615029</id><published>2003-12-08T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:37:19.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best NightLast night was very well done. I should congratulate myself on recognizing more than half the girls after their makeovers. Some of them looked fantastic. The guys looked very standard though.. except for a few people. Mun wore a blazing orange scarf, which was of course chosen to match his orange coloured hair, and it certainly attracted attention, and in the same class, there was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107095153359615029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107095153359615029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095153359615029' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107079995177898872</id><published>2003-12-07T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T04:26:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HmmProm tomorrow. Wonder if I shall go to some party after that. And maybe get drunk. I don't drive anyway.Cosmic encounter is a good game. Well worth the $150. Soccer is a good game too, and its free. Hm. So many things I want to do. Not too much time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107079995177898872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107079995177898872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079995177898872' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-107002280306052343</id><published>2003-11-28T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T04:33:56.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EhIts ended long ago, rather exhilaratingly too. The clock must be spoilt. Hm. Time for applications, exercise, and some soccer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107002280306052343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/107002280306052343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002280306052343' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106838830561106159</id><published>2003-11-09T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T06:35:03.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking forward to.. END OF A LEVELS!! haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106838830561106159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106838830561106159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106838830561106159' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106830484251015303</id><published>2003-11-08T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T07:20:40.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wierd StuffFirstly, I must say that a really really smart canoeist by the name of Brendan Ng Jian Ying solved the maths question. Congratz to him. (btw.. i mean that T is on the same side of line AC as B)Secondly, I'm totally and totally screwed for As. No.. I won't get the results people think I'm going to get. Aargh. Thirdly, cookies, just like everything else, need love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106830484251015303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106830484251015303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106830484251015303' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106820751729308334</id><published>2003-11-07T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T04:18:35.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Market FailureGovernment provision sure does have its negative externalities. Take road works as an example. Just three nights ago, I could happily walk home from the 76 bus stop, enjoying a nice long walk under the moonlight and reflecting on the day's activities without being interrupted. Last night, I was happily walking home from the 76 bus stop, engaging in some thoughts and not really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106820751729308334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106820751729308334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820751729308334' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106804809789016802</id><published>2003-11-05T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:01:36.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisplacementMfu't usz uijt. Jg zpv dbo sfbe uijt, uzqf 'J eje ju' po nz ubhcpbse.H ltrs ad oqdssx czlm kzld sn ad cnhmf sghr zs sghr shld ne sgd mhfgs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106804809789016802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106804809789016802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804809789016802' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106803895694583877</id><published>2003-11-05T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T05:29:15.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maths. An Irritating SubjectI'm thoroughly irritated by Maths. The reason for this is that my sister, who is currently doing O levels, just presented to me a question on angles in a Cedar Girls Secondary E Maths paper, and I can't seem to find the answer either. And its E MATHS. ARGH! Anyone wishing to take a shot at the question can contact me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106803895694583877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106803895694583877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106803895694583877' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106795435722338337</id><published>2003-11-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T05:59:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NJ PapersA little stint over the past few days has led me to do both the NJ econs paper and the NJ maths paper, the difficulty of it meriting NJ the names of "Cock School", at which Debbie kindly told me to use more appropriate language, "Best School", "Canoeist School" (thanks to the last question in the maths paper being about canoeist trainings and the progression of their training), and "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106795435722338337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106795435722338337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106795435722338337' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106775987772808460</id><published>2003-11-01T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T23:57:55.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things to laugh atWonder if anyone else saw this, but this is the first time I really laughed when I read the newspaper. Apparently, this guy on the New York metro dropped his handphone into a toilet bowl, and tried to reach inside to retrieve it, and ended up getting his arm stuck in the toilet bowl, and firefighters had to be sent to remove the toilet bowl from his arm. That's damn amusing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106775987772808460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106775987772808460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775987772808460' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106775962025242354</id><published>2003-11-01T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T04:22:25.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold SunI looked up, out of the clear, slightly scratched transparent panel of the Crystal Sun. It was dark, as usual, totally dark, except for a small green dot in the distance. My eyes were hazy now, what used to be green last time seldom appeared green to me now. In fact, many years had gone without me seeing a shade of green, such that only a faint hope remained of ever seeing the green </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106775962025242354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106775962025242354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775962025242354' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106761052099783618</id><published>2003-10-31T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:29:19.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surviving Long HoursWa. There's something new on Survivor. This time, they brought back all the people who were voted out, and gave them a challenge, which they successfully completed. So now instead of people getting voted out, those who were voted out will vote two of themselves in. Incredible. That's a really powerful twist in the show. Yay. Just when you thought it'd be the same old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106761052099783618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106761052099783618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761052099783618' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417429.post-106760753228980332</id><published>2003-10-31T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T05:38:51.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worst Case ScenarioJust watched a lil bit of this show. Its quite a few parts in one, starting with a competition, then some survival tips, and right at the end there was this part about cheating during gambling. Must say there were a few pros, who did the palm and some other cheap tricks like putting salt from peanuts into the cards to make a surface for cutting, as well as using coffee as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106760753228980332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417429/posts/default/106760753228980332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinystars.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106760753228980332' title=''/><author><name>Shiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02784429614418737557</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></entry></feed>
