tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23212749451246505772024-03-13T15:28:08.200+08:00♥♥♥Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-14609801165846386722010-05-31T22:00:00.005+08:002010-12-03T19:03:16.686+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lovesdaisy.blogspot.com/">lovesdaisy</a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-73063703438380858812010-05-05T08:58:00.003+08:002010-05-05T17:05:20.235+08:00to: a (non) living thing<div style="text-align: center;">When you yearn to talk to the person.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You even planned out everything you wana to say beforehand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But when you managed to grab the person's attention,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the <em>script</em> just vanished into thin air, </div><div style="text-align: center;">then, you screwed the whole conversation up, </div><div style="text-align: center;">with your nonsensical thoughts, </div><div style="text-align: center;">which is seem retarded when you think back later...<br />
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You'll compare yourself with other people.<br />
Admiring how extrovert they are,<br />
and complaining how introvert you are.<br />
You tried to be as sociable as your friends,<br />
but you can never be one of them,<br />
because it is not who you really is.<br />
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to be continued...</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-58651420607201509062010-05-01T12:11:00.004+08:002010-05-02T10:48:34.365+08:00the beginning of my four months journey<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3bT2__Zhw3THpOJH3emLx9RUp_KoaKOdLpN3i4_DLmbbkdLuDcTY9CU804YFxHPZCl6Ia1z8-vC1coRyXQsDgfyPHHqp_8qRmn9I8iJs_Vin967Fhyphenhyphen3gWTkrWYbVmRcaawQ2xsLG79vo/s1600/Image0068-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3bT2__Zhw3THpOJH3emLx9RUp_KoaKOdLpN3i4_DLmbbkdLuDcTY9CU804YFxHPZCl6Ia1z8-vC1coRyXQsDgfyPHHqp_8qRmn9I8iJs_Vin967Fhyphenhyphen3gWTkrWYbVmRcaawQ2xsLG79vo/s640/Image0068-1.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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Internship has begun. Yes, internship has begun since last Tuesday. It's already the second week out of the ninteen weeks. So, what I've done was simply data-entry which can be tedious because I have to match the items correctly. Many of things I've learnt back in school was recapped back at work with the supervisor, bombarding us with everything he knows. Tonnes of reading were done too, like reading the Greenmark Scheme, CP 13: 1999, Terms of Contract and the progress report presented by the contractor. Other than all this, you can just look at the image uploaded above, I was facebook-ing, just like what B was doing too. But she did more. Hahahaha!<br />
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Yesterday, we met up with the school's lecturer over at the main office at nine. Shockingly, he was a good friend of our EVP who is a tyrant to us. (congrats to an arsehole who managed get into good books with him.) Lecturer said that EVP has a lot to talk to him, but b/c he had sth on, he has to cut short. So after the chat with EVP, he treated us to Macdonald's - Milo and hushbrown. At there, I met my supervisor eating breakfast. Eating snake... He msg-ed B and told us to eat slower and take our time. Yeah right, we left earlier than he did!!!!!!!!!!! Then later, he (I suppose he has nth important to do) came to teach us the advanced level of AHU and also discussion on our Major Project. Yes, advanced level which he learnt from his superior and probably, his subordinates do not know about it. He even said we can use that knowledge to secure a position like his. & yes, discussion, he gave us some ideas and was willing to help us along.<br />
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Lecture went on until lunch and b/c he has meeting until three, he gave us free time to roam around to meet our friends and discuss about Major Project. Actually, we didn't. Joined in wl's visit to BT with her supervisor and saw the solar panel on the roof top of BT. The view from the roof top was magnificent when you can see the airplanes taking off and landing. Okay, it's extremely hot up there because it after 3pm! So after the visit, we slacked at Macdonald's, gossiping(?). And then message was sent by my supervisor asking where we are! We wanted to say we're lost in CA but ended up saying that we're at BT, looking at sp with wl and her supervisor. He, probably, was happy that we went to look and expected us to explain to us about sp. & obviously, our supervisor was a lil disappointed when we only gave him the brief explanation of it and said that he will teach us more later. And YES! Another bunch of information, information overloaded. <br />
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This weeks reflections is going to be another essay again!Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-3353654434036164862010-04-25T14:55:00.000+08:002010-04-25T14:55:00.675+08:00Carousel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbilktZ78lYu9Tp9h2u6qrpio4-53mEFXncZP5lBRm2pxijuB2l-7O0kGa7jTwtxZL8A1FJHzbBiL-aYSaoNQq8snKmBq0NhMiH6c8z4jxlk-T239eVNFWiti2DBlw_2JR9xyzBPPHtinR/s1600/IMG_4055-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbilktZ78lYu9Tp9h2u6qrpio4-53mEFXncZP5lBRm2pxijuB2l-7O0kGa7jTwtxZL8A1FJHzbBiL-aYSaoNQq8snKmBq0NhMiH6c8z4jxlk-T239eVNFWiti2DBlw_2JR9xyzBPPHtinR/s640/IMG_4055-1.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">image by littlewoodberries</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lotte Amusement Park on the last day of tour. I hope to visit Seoul again!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We spent our last night at a six star hotel, Lotte Hotel World.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our tour guide told us an incident that happened to one of the customers she was guiding previously. She joked that the customer had poor taste, because he stole this clock instead of the prettier one placed in the bedroom. The tour guide added on that the hotel called her up after they left the hotel and informed her about the stolen clock. It is really hilarious when the customers think that everything in the room is FOC.</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-48718844498205657652010-04-14T14:32:00.002+08:002010-04-14T15:21:14.107+08:00The Accessory on the streets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSb5CZjPMEs5hfSXkIe7T6TulYc01WRXEXZZ0ph4xhwpUfewvltggJjAQE4LyKlABMEsooLIjXLwtWnECxuN0cVnW7GuaoWsGIi-RcsbMVTVK5hYroUho3hbRQ-uaNheLo2Lv4YxdGILYw/s640/IMG_3731-1.jpg_effected-1.jpg" width="473" wt="true" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">image by littlewoodberries</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Spring is definitely here, although some other countries are still facing snow storm. Singapore has only three seasons (spring, summer and autumn, definitely no winter) but with the same temperature for each season. Weather, as everyone knows, is changing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While I was at Korea, my tour guide said that it is unusual for such a cold weather in the late March. Usually, the temperature will rise gradually. But that very day when we landed at Incheon International Airport, it was extremely cold. Just walk past the automatic doors, and you can really freeze there. It reminds me of my school trip to Miyazaki back in my Secondary school days. Arriving from a thirty-five degrees country, we didn't dress in the clothing suitable for a less than eight degrees country.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's much more warmer in Jeju island than Seoul. But due to the rain, the temperature dropped more, so it's equally cold there too. But we never fail to see cherry blossoms on the streets of Jeju. It's was beautiful. Really beautiful. Almost all the Cherry Blossoms have bloomed and we were fascinated by them as the bus passes by.</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-78928200053815798562010-04-11T16:23:00.001+08:002010-04-11T16:24:35.933+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzbH55v3OcvEnzBW5kZ3mx8WK28eUMWWM4tFjZNaBh4oqvYMzF4J0hnFD2IjKiJYKEzvVzoJCviWloyyLz2tnYBkZtV_1VTFnOKwEReKL8_T-SfMrX1SB2JesqeB7OFkdHWLs8u2Idfmv/s1600/IMG_4105-1.jpg_effected-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzbH55v3OcvEnzBW5kZ3mx8WK28eUMWWM4tFjZNaBh4oqvYMzF4J0hnFD2IjKiJYKEzvVzoJCviWloyyLz2tnYBkZtV_1VTFnOKwEReKL8_T-SfMrX1SB2JesqeB7OFkdHWLs8u2Idfmv/s640/IMG_4105-1.jpg_effected-1.jpg" width="524" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cardigans with floral dresses, blazers with floral dresses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">image taken by littlewoodberries</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love the style of the Korean girls. This shopping district is located near a Women University (Ewhwa Woman University?), therefore its the best shopping area for all the young girls. The prices are generally cheaper (if I should say that?), so to cater to the female students. Definitely people like us will be able to find clothes there easily. It's a pity that I didn't have much time to shop for more things b/c the tour guide brought us there on the very last day of the trip. She should have brought us there earlier, b/c I'll have more cash in hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bought the things that my sister wants me to buy - leggings and cosmetics, since I couldn't get anything out of the other shopping districts. In order to shut her mouth up, gotta get something for her. </div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-67000123759626528052010-04-10T10:46:00.001+08:002010-04-10T10:47:43.625+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxdFoS1azXXO6aLhAS9r0JAKfiyKzLMM2mCqNzmKu7nJBT3agBgISyckbVyyvwb25rCLmQNiIomQw6oLWhmzndMh9tIcaA-aDe1ZD0PqVDsczUmXNqeQyg-2OupkRqtAIyu3QMbEbEWLV/s640/IMG_3499-1.jpg_effected-2.jpg" width="524" wt="true" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">imagine by littlewoodberries</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is one of the many pictures I took in Yong Pyong, Korea. It is freezing cold there because it's up in the mountains. Snow fell at night while I was deep asleep. Went up the mountain the very next day and saw this scenary. More pictures will be posted soon, so stay tune. *laughs*</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2321274945124650577.post-83246981085128474642010-04-08T19:06:00.001+08:002010-04-09T15:11:18.308+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://quaintsketch.tumblr.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/petals-09.png" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">image source</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love Spring & I love Cherry Blossoms. ^_^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am elated to see them physically (in Korea) for the first time in eighteen years.</div>Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00015858710242941621noreply@blogger.com